July 13th, 2007 at 10:08 am
Weirdo Magnet
A stranger text me the following message:-
Dear, it is one of the most beautiful compensations of life, that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself, ok. Dear. Tq.
I dismissed it as a sesat sms.
Then, the next day, this person sms again.
Darling. Doing an injury puts you below your enemy. Revenging one makes you but even with him. Forgiving it sets you above him. Right or wrong. Dear. Tq
Wah.. like telling me that I am such a vengeful person. This year is quite a bad year as I created quite a few enemies myself due to my ego. I decided to ignore it as well.
Then, he called me.
Stranger: Hello dear.
Me: Who are you?
Stranger: wensoths scohpreihouhsoiepioporepojuspohoihspihihps?
* I simply couldn’t understand his heavily accented slang – which I believed is fake.
Me: Uhm.. I think you got the wrong number. You text the wrong person.
Stranger: Is your number new?
Me: No. I have been using this number the past 10 years.
Stranger: So sorry, dear. Werepihspihpihpi hpiohpithepihpihpih s. I shoood not have sent you the sms… sorry dear… wereiheoihotr al[ojrepojpreo. I apologize.
Me: Uhm… okay okay. Bye bye.
A day later, he sms again.
I expect to pass this way once. Therefore I have to do good, for I will never pass this way again. Dear. Tq
Yesterday morning, at 6.13, he sms again.
Good morning darling. It’s never unlucky to turn back if you are on the wrong road. life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy. Yes or No. Dear, TQ.
This morning.. again…
Gd morning, Dear. This time, like all times, is a very good one. If one but knew what to do with it, ok. Tq.
As usual, I didn’t even bother to reply him.
One of my friends said – “Maybe he’s a Bangladeshi leh? Trying his luck to court local girls?”
Another friend – “Wah.. be careful with foreigners worr… if you break up with them, they will post your nude pics on the internet!”
Fuyoh.
I am not bothered. I have done my part and told him he got the wrong number. If he keeps sms-ing, that is his problem. If he wants to waste his money on me, that is his problem. He hasn’t started harassing me yet. Touch wood.
Man.. me and my weirdo magnets. Some of my friends already commenting I keep meeting weird people who behave strangely and always try to make my life miserable. Or perhaps, it’s the other way round – I am weirdo myself?
P.S. The title used for this post was purely coincidental and unintentional! I didn’t realize ColourMeCrazy shared a post with the same title too! Hahaha! Great minds think alike ya? Haha.