I'm fuckin' later than usual today, all that runny nose and few late nights have made me lost track of counting time. I boarded the train. It is an uncommon sight to see Caucasians boarding at Tampines. I sat down. He then sat besides me.
Tall. Thin. Dark haired. Spectacles. Exactly the image I pictured in my head of an overseas undergraduate student studying in the local university or maybe just a foreign exchange student. He held a book in his hands, but not reading it, instead he was just so engrossed with all the text messaging. I caught a glimpse of the book title, something like "Chinese for better conversation" or similar. I was taken aback about some dark haired Caucasian so keen about learning mandarin! I figure he wouldn't understand much yet if I happened to speak. His phone vibrated and then I heard him spoke for the first time.
He has successfully adapted to our Singaporean slang, however still carrying a less distinctive accent of his own. He sounded like he's a Spanish, not surprising if he is. I can't help but noticed we have the same habit of looking at pretty girls whom entered the cabin. Yes, I'm straight but I tend to spend time on beautiful sights as well. I pretended to be asleep throughout the journey. When he stood up, he gave me a last look that I did not reciprocate.
I've a date tonight, actually I'm not calling it a date. It's a dinner with a friend - a friend whom I used to date. It's actually nerve-wrecking to see him again after many months, somehow I know I won't have much to say over the dinner. I'm not excited. I'm just aloof.
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