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