The girl of bus 854; The girl from heaven.

The Girl of Bus

I was late yesterday morning, so I had to sprint for the No. 2 bus. What I didn’t know was that early-morning sprint would freshen me up for what was to come.

I then transferred to bus 854 to go to HQ, chose a seat and sat down. As the bus was about to move off, a JC girl, (I shan’t name the JC) boarded.

This was the second time I’ve seen this particular girl, but yesterday, she was the personification of the perfect female form. She stood at the front of the bus, looking for a seat on the semi-full bus. She was unsure of whether she should take the vacnt double seats at the front, or a single seat next to an old man, which happened to be the seat directly in front of me.

She bit her lip, a befuddled expression on her face, one that turned her visage from perfectly beautiful to irresistibly adorable.

As if knowing that her lips betrayed her adolescence, she returned her expression to its usual, demure self.

She walked toward me, and sat at the seat in front of me.

My heart leapt into my throat.

“Eh, you dreaming ah?” my Corporal George, was shaking me back to consciousness, “ You ok or not, stoning like that?”, he said loudly.

I didn’t even realize that all this time he was sitting in the seat diagonally in front of me.

The girl, shifted in her seat, turned and smiled at me, albeit in amusement at my reaction.

It’s obvious from the detail I’ve described the 8 seconds that she took to sit down, that I was just blatantly staring at her, and George didn’t help by making it less obvious.

She knew.

The girl of 854 knew, that for 8 seconds, all my attention was forcibly transfixed onto her.




The Girl From Heaven

I took MC today. Went to the Pasir Ris polyclinic, and proceeded to the Marine Parade CC to sign up for a class. Then I ate chicken rice at banquet and then didi some window shopping.

Met Hui Yi on the way. Still as lovely as ever. Met Abraham too. He’s going BMT this Friday. Godspeed to him.

Parkway has changed much since my VS days. To me, a visit to Parkway is never complete without a visit to Ig’s Heaven, a cool gift shop, with lots of quirky stuff.

I went into the shop as usual, eager to see the new cool stuff they may have brought in.

I started to play around with the balance balls thingy, (which I think are SO cool).


“Excuse me, Zul.” The salesgirl muttered politely, and I obliged, thereafter resuming fiddling with balls.

Suddenly, it occurred to me, the salesgirl knew my name. I looked at my chest.

Nope, no stupid CD name tag there. I was in my home clothes. I must be hearing things.

I looked at the salesgirl. Hmm. A hot salesgirl knows my name? Poppycock la. But could she?

I proceeded to the shelf behind her. She was busy trying to get a cool light clock from the top shelf.

Good god, I was staring again.

She came down the footstool, “Hey, zul.”

So she did know my name.

“Remember me? **** from MJ.” She started a conversation. I immediately liked her friendly tone.

“Ah, yes.. ****! From… um.. Ya. ****.” That was all that I could say in return.

She then busied herself with the customer who wanted the clock, and I made an exit, still in shock and in awe, that I forgot such a hot girl’s name.

What do I make of these 2 incidents?

I got to start remembering people's names more.

And I got to stop staring. At least, obviously staring, that is. Hoho.