Me (yesterday, on my walk home):

Thinks to oneself: "Bro walking a distance away ahead of me. Shall I risk embarassing both himself and me by calling out his name? Or just ignore him?"

Walks a bit more.

Decides to call out.

"(insert bro's name)!"

No response.

I try again.

"(insert bro's name)!"

A brief glance, but I doubt he saw me.

"(insert bro's name)! (insert bro's name)!!" (louder)

Still no response! ("Why do guys always get so embarassed of their family members in public?")

I decide to quicken my pace, as the gap between us was widening (blame female office footwear)...

"(insert bro's name)!" I yell again.

Shortly after, another glance.

Suddenly, he scurries up an unfamiliar slope to our left. 

Finally, I realise, he was not my brother.

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Poor soul, as if his NS life weren't hard enough - he now has a creepy stalker.

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Praiseworthies:

1. Carl's Jr's mushroom burger

2. Gong Li in Memoirs of a Geisha

3. SDU's programmes booklet which makes for the funniest reading material ever - "Dating in the dark"??