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name : Stanley Siong
birthdate : 16/02/87
university : Cardiff University

A 21 year old engineering student in search of the answer for the lifelong question "Are women really from Mars?"

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Wrong number



I was playing Winning Eleven on my laptop when my phone vibrated. “0320932931” appeared on the screen.
I thought, “What the fuck. A KL number calling at…” checks the clock, “…2 a.m!”

“Hello”

“ Hi, Steven ah?”

“No, I’m sorry but I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

“Oh yea. You from Kuching ah? Really ah? Like in Sarawak?!”

“Uh yeah…” I recall now. This is the same person who called last week at around 3 in the morning.

“Can I make friend with you? I am a Malay guy. You speak Malay? *crunch**crunch* ”

WTF. He’s eating chips while talking to me.

“Uh… nope…What is it actually do you want? I think you’ve got the wrong number”

“No no… I just wana make friend, you know. I from KL. Can we make friend?”

“No I don’t think so.”

“Like that ah…ok lah. Good night.”

Fuck. That was freaky. I barely had time to wrap my mind around it when another call came through again. Same number.

“ *sigh* Hello.”

“ Hello. Steven ah?”

“…….You just called. You’ve got the wrong number lah!”

“Oh no no no no. Who are you? What is your name? Can I know your name?”

“….Stanley.”

“Oh Stanley…Boleh cakap Melayu Ke?”

“Tak pandai la. Hey, Where did you get my number?”

“ uh…uh.. from friend, Daniel.”

“But I don’t know any Daniel…Seriously, where did you get my number?”

“..Actually I just simply dial number lah. I just want to talk okay. Can talk or not? Where in Kuching do you stay?”

“ But I don’t even know you, man…Sorry we can’t talk.”

“I…I worried lah..you know. Can talk la.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“ Ok lah. Good night”

This is one creepy guy. Does anyone know how I could trace the number?

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  • Blogger hannna says so:
    9:55 PM  

    you got yourself an admirer!!
    ask my mom (about tracing numbers)! top