"I throw my whole body, my soul into the fall, into love, into that new person. I can’t help it, I love and then think about how I’ll pick up my bones later. I’ll do this every time no matter how much I’m hating fixing up my wounds right now. My brain always reaches the rest of my body way too late and it begins again."

Today was fun, in a long while. Felicia and I have been having weird calls for the past few days and we decided to call them back to prank them just like they did us. Something like that, anyway. It was really funny. First, Felicia called the person who called her a few days back. By the way, both people who called us had pretty similar phone numbers. The starting four numbers were 8115 and the rest were both consecutive numbers, just in a different order. Oh yes, she called the person, but he/she did not pick up.

So then, I called the person who called me. I had called back when he miss-called me like, a few days ago. Less than a week. Anyway, he picked up and spoke in that same Bangladesh accent that I heard those few days ago.

The conversation went: (A few days ago)
Me: Excuse me, who are you?
Bangladeshi: (talks in Bangladesh's language to me)
Me: (asks who is he for like, 5 minutes)
Bangladeshi: (continues to talk to me in Bangladesh)
Me: (hangs up)

The Bangladeshi calls me back after a few minutes.
Bangladeshi: Hello, who is this?
Me: Erm, Carol?
Bangladeshi: Hi, can I make friend with you?
Me: No. How did you get my number?
Bangladeshi: Your friend gave it to me. How old are you?
Me: I'm sixteen.
Bangladeshi: Don't lie. I don't believe. You're eighteen right?
Me: No, I'm fucking sixteen.
Bangladeshi: Oh ok. Where you stay?
Me: I don't feel obliged to tell you.
Bangladeshi: Nevermind la, just tell me where.
Me: (feels very freaked out and hangs up)

Then, he texts me saying: " So sis i call u "
So I text back saying: " Wtf I'm not your sis fuck off "

Today's conversation on the phone:
Bangladeshi: Hello, who is this?
Me: Hello, who is this?
Bangladeshi: Huh, I'm Razeen. (utters some weird Bangladeshi sentence)
Me: Why did you call me a few days back and text me?
Bangladeshi: No la, I send the sms wrongly.
Me: You sure?
Bangladeshi: Ya. So what's your name?
Me: My name is Pearlyn.
Bangladeshi: I don't believe you.
Me: That's my middle name. My full name is Edlina Pearlyn Lee. L-E-E.
Bangladeshi: Oh.
Me: (laughs with Felicia in background)
Bangladeshi: Where are you?
Me: Oh, I'm at home.
Bangladeshi: You sure not, I don't believe you. I can hear a lot of background noise.
Me: No la, you're hearing things. I'm alone, you hearing ghosts?
Bangladeshi: (laughs - his laughter is fucking funny)
Me: You're disgusting. Fuck off.
Bangladeshi: Did you say Fuck you? You must have a lot of experience.
Me: (gives Felicia the wtf face and passes the phone to her)
Felicia: Hi, I'm her boyfriend. Why did you call her and msg her a few days back?
Bangladeshi: (he sounded scared) No la, I msg wrong.
Felicia: (kp him, can't remember what)
Bangladeshi: Ok la, hang up la!
Felicia: (hangs up)

In the middle of all this, I called the person who called Felicia a few days ago. It turned out to be an indian lady, which was just weird.

Anyway, after all these stuff, we went for the briefing for Flag Day and headed home after. It was pouring heavily and some kind soul escorted me with his umbrella from the nearest shelter near my house to my block.