The Singapore Stalker

Alright this is a weird one...

It is about 1130 o'clock. I am "sms'ing" with my favorite real estate agent. My phone beeps with the default Samsung message ringtone. The number is unknown to my phone. +6581250014 (go ahead and spam him... I do not care). The text reads itself as such:

"hi"

A bit puzzled at who would do such a thing, I reply "erm hi... do I know you?". I mean think about it... who would send an SMS with just "Hi" for message. This is un-heard of. We are not instant messaging here. We are paying 25 cens to send a 256 bytes E-mail through a wireless phone network. Let's not fuck around... 

your bandwidth is not a toy come on... repeat after me

"your bandwidth is not a toy"

I put my phone in my pocket and go out for lunch. A bit later, I receive another message saying "See yr no at Toilet".
Oh dear...

I mean... we have all seen written on some dirty wall in some shitty bathroom a phone number written there in indelible ink with some dumb ass message next to it. What we do not all know is that... apparently... some people actually ring those numbers!


What kind of losers actually do this, I do not know but they must be very interesting "subjects". I mean logically... if someone writes "I suck cocks, call me at this number", it is most probably a simple ruse to annoy someone. If you wanna suck random stranger's cocks, there are places which specialize into that kind of stuff.

So anyway, the guy picked my interest so I reply "which ones?". I then get a message saying "Bedok". Alright, I do not really want the exact details. I do not care that much.

One hour later, I receive another text saying "I chi (chinese) guy". Alright...thats enough. I could tell him to meet me somewhere so that I can go, point him with my finger and then laugh (or simply not go...) but I have too much to do this week. So fuck it, I will just ignore the sms.

I then pursue my day as normal. I go visit the new place where I might move. On my way back in the train, I receive a phone call with "withheld" written. First of all... nobody usually ring my phone. They all know how much I hate talking in that thing. I answer and all I can hear is some breathing.'oh jesus fuckin chris' I think to myself and I hang up. (I was not going to start yelling insults in my phone right in the middle of Singapore MRT... I am not completely shameless). I then write a SMS that goes like this "look dude... FUCK OFF! dont ever ring this phone again"

It has been two hours now and still no news from my "stalker".

Anyway, that is my story for today (there is a bit more to talk about but I am tired). The point of this message is that even if I though that I have already seen/known/lived with the craziest people in the world... I am still gonna get surprised in the near future.