Funny thing about all these is that, i vaguely remembered on that Thursday, my mind sub-consciously drifted to the "SMRT girl".

I attribute this to one of mankind's traits: curiosity.

Sure, she wasn't a looker. Not a bombshell. Although admittedly, I must say she is cute. Really! And she dresses really nice too.

So throughout that Thursday at work, my mind drifted here and there, thinking of her. Not in a lovey-dovey way couples do, but on stuffs like, who is she? What sort of job was she doing? What is her name?

Is she single?! HA I kid.

Its that feeling that you met someone for the first time and you want to get to know him/her better.


Friday came. This Friday was a memorable one. Because I was struggling to stay awake while waiting for the connecting train at Marina Bay whilst scrolling my playlist trying to find a song that, well, keeps me awake. And out of nowhere, Melissa sprang out like a Jack-in-the-box and gave my shoulder a loud, hard slap.

AIYO!

Turned around and saw her grinning at me. But as my train had arrived, all I could managed was a HEY............. and waved goodbye to her behind my closing train doors. LOL. What the hell.

Anyhow, the train arrived at Marina Bay station. Walked to the Circle Line connecting platform.

And I waited.

And waited.

Train pulls in.

Stepped into the cabin. Took my seat.

And.... waited.

Honestly, really, I tried to look as inconspicuous as I could while trying to spot her. I admit, I was earnestly intending to meet her again.

Finally. She walked into the cabin from the previous one. I'd like to think that she didn't saw me looking at her..... She took a seat away from me, but in the same cabin.

I smiled to myself. Okay, at this point I may possibly look like a pervert smiling to myself but come on, it was a small smile!

The train pulled away from Marina Bay. I stole a small glance at her. Her view was blocked as another person was standing near her. I made a mental note to myself to go over when the train stops at Bayfront station.

Bayfront station was a good choice because most people would alight here, and at the same time it gave me a chance to walk over, rather than me walking over when the train is travelling.

Doors opened. People disembarked. In one sweet move (HA, who am I kidding), I stood up with my bag, walked towards her and plonked my butt down beside her seat.

"Hello!" In my mind I was thinking, please acknowledge me. LOL.

"HEY! Hello!"

"I didn't see you yesterday... Did you missed the train?"

"Oh ya! I missed the train! I took a later one... And I was late for work!"


As fate would have it, it was her last day of internship at her company. From then on, almost everyday I will be thinking, what if I did not see her on that Friday? What if I did not talk to her on that Friday?

What if I did not went up to her on Wednesday?


It does not matter now. :)

So that's how it all began, again. And the rest, as they say, is history

Surprised by my sudden intrusion into her life, she replied with a simple, "Yeah....."

"Um.. Well I noticed that we both alighted at the same stop, so I supposed you work there too, so... yeah. Haha."

She smiled and nodded her head.

"You're quite observant!"

"Well........... I mean, its always either you or me alighting at this station so..... well you know!"


From there onwards, we hit it off. We both work at the same building. We both stay in the west.


"Well. I'll be taking this lift."

I nodded and motioned to the other one. "Mine's on the 5th floor, so I'll be taking this."

She smiled and nodded. "Okay."

"See you tomorrow then!"

"See you tomorrow!"


It was after a good 5 minutes that i realised, holy shit, I don't have a name, number nor a Facebook. I only knew how she looks like, and where she works.


The next day, as usual I took my train ride to work. Throughout my entire journey, I did not spot her at all. Nothing. No one at the usual cabin we ride to work everyday.

I was alone by myself.

And........ I have nothing that I knew of her.

I swore I could have stabbed myself that very morning.

how did i even met her?

i had to blog this down. in case one day, my memory of this beautiful meeting gives up on me.


PART 1.
 
It was an August Wednesday. I've been working for about slightly longer than 2 months at the point of time. The commute was very boring and uninteresting. Not to mention the overcrowding issue on the trains, the random train stalling and of course, Monday blues.

I can't exactly remember when I first saw her, but it had to be July. There she was, all alone sitting by herself in the cabin. Interestingly, she always sat in that particular cabin, but of course in random seats. Young, probably younger than me or around my age. Nice heels, I thought to myself. They don't look like the everyday heels you see other office ladies wear.

The next day came, the next week came and soon I found myself noticing her more and more. What's more, she always alights at the same stop as me. Nicoll Highway? Not many people alight here. To make things even more clearer, on most days it was just the 2 of us stepping out of the train together.

As time goes by, I finally realised why she chose that cabin, and why she always alights at that particular door(s). Because the escalator leading to the exit is the nearest from that door. Well. I should have known!

Day by day, I wondered to myself, does she work where I worked at? Some days, I won't see her. Some days, I will even spot her at the nearby hawker centre. Some days she will have earphones plugged in. Some days she will be typing furiously away on her smartphone. Some days.... she dresses really nice :)


So back to that August Wednesday. I saw her on the East-west line actually. So I gathered that she had to stay somewhere in the west area. When we were finally on the Circle Line cabin, she was just there, sitting by herself, stoning and looking straight ahead in front of her like any ordinary working adult.

She was wearing this red, or maroon dress. It looked really pretty on her, I have to be honest. That usual pair of heels again. It was brown, or was it red?

I have this fleeting idea. "Eric, go talk to her. You only have to open your mouth and say Hi."

Nah it won't work.

"For fuck's sake Eric, grow some balls and do something out of your uninteresting life before you die."

*Next stop, Nicoll Highway.*

I knew I have to do something. Of course, at this point of time I was genuinely curious about this girl, this lady, who I've been riding the train with for the past 2 months, always seeing her at the same cabin and alighting at the same stop.

The train came to a halt. She and I met at the same doors. The doors opened, and she strides out. I followed suit behind her. At the sametime, another lady behind us caught up with us. So there we were, 3 of us walking to the escalator.

She, the girl, stopped short of walking up the escalator. I waited behind her, while the lady behind us walked up, probably rushing off to work. Tapped out of the gantry. Walked towards the longer escalator.

"This is it. There's no one behind us. Walk up to her, stand beside her, turn your bloody head around and say, Hi."

Sometimes I wonder what really goes on in my head.

My legs began its motion. Walked up. Looked behind; there wasn't a single soul. This was too perfect! THIS IS A SIGN.

Stood beside her.

Turned around.

Smiled.

"Hi, do you work at The Concourse?"

END