A Crappy Conversation
Today, we (ie. the NTU cell) had a fellowship week (well, not the entire week really, but merely one day out of the week. It's funny why they call it a fellowship week to begin with. Or perhaps people used to have cell group 7 days a week and when the time came for the cell members to take a break from lessons, they had a fellowship week. But that sounded pretty unlikely. Anyway, back to the topic...). And so, we were at Billy Bombers (Hmmm, I wonder if Mr Billy's ancestors were fighter pilots, and they piloted a bomber aircraft specifically, for if someone's surname is Smith or Poulier today, their ancestors might well be swordsmiths/blacksmiths or butchers respectively.) having lunch and chatting. And of course, from the blog title, you could tell that it's about a crappy conversation that took place, and it caught my attention (Hmmm, this sounded obvious. Why would I [or anyone in particular] blog about anything that didn't get my attention? OK, I think I've been distracted too much. Once again, back to the topic.).
Well, it all started when someone mentioned that her boyfriend would be picking her up later to some place to celebrate her birthday, but the location was not revealed to her. On top of that, she has been guessing the location for a week already but without clue as to where that place would be. And as such, two crappy responses from her boyfriend (when they meet up later) were suggested:
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Response 1: OK, let's go to that food court over there...
Response 2: So, where do we go to eat?
But as usual, as always, my crappy mind generated some crappy responses:
Response 3: I thought you were bringing me somewhere to eat?
Response 4: Huh? I actually mentioned last week that I'm taking you somewhere to eat???!!!
Response 5: Erm... pardon me, but... what are we meeting today for?
And of course, not forgetting the ultimate crappy response:
Response 6: Hey, I've had my dinner already. Have you had yours?
Thought: These responses had better not be any of my response in future (ie. in any similar situations) lest my walk on earth should be cut short prematurely.
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