The What IF 2.01

Her name was mentioned with great excitement amongst those in school. ‘She’s coming to join us in the summer!’ ‘She is really gorgeous!’ I heard that a lot when semester 3 was about to begin. Guys were going gaga about her impending arrival. It’s almost like the coming of a pop super star which of course she is not. She’s just another local girl joining the rest of the local folks in a not so local university.

Her reputation of being hot is not just some hot air I can assure you. She had locks of hair which curls at the ends cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes mesmerizingly beautiful and her size, perfect. With flawless porcelain white skin, it gives you the illusion that they emit flowery scent. Ok it just seems that way ‘cos I was always looking at her from a distance. She’s just too hot for me to say hi can I be your friend. Of course there’s also my girlfriend’s fury I had to contend with should I be in anyway less than focus on her.

So for the next 4 semesters, all I got to see were glimpses of her in school with her group of girlfriends from Hong Kong mostly and during my second last semester’s law lectures 45 minutes worth as she always made an entrance by coming in 15 minutes late. Seated at the same seat every time perfect for my view. Diagonally down from my location, always fashionably dressed, she would appear with a beret sometimes to add to an already beautiful work of art. Ah lovely. I am just thankful that it wasn’t in my tutorials she appeared in or I would have failed the subject miserably but maybe happily.

Then the unbelievable happened. It was end of school. We all got our grades and were preparing to leave the university to start living in the real world in a couple of weeks. With another couple, my girlfriend and I were having breakfast at the Burswood Chinese restaurant and there she was. Waitressing part time there which was a common thing in those days for students to do and everyone wants to get a job at the Burswood as they pay pretty well but it was difficult to get in. As we were finishing up our meal, she saw me and popped over to say hello and asked if I was going to do my graduation back home or in Perth. To say I was stunned that she even knew I existed was really the understatement of the year. No make that my life time. Come to think of it, make that two stunned guys. My friend was equally speechless and asked after she left if I had known her for a while without telling him. I mean its almost like saying Maria Sharapova swung by to make some small talk.

Needless to say I was grinning like I won the first prize in state lottery and then realizing that it was for the wrong draw because right after that, I had to deal with my not too please girlfriend. I have to admit, I see no reason why she would even notice my presence since I am neither on the Dean’s list nor was I the state footie star in Aussie Rules. Perhaps it’s because she noticed that my then girlfriend was hot and was curious to find out what she saw in me. It’s pretty much like my post on the theory of moreness.

But whatever it is, if you are the gorgeous girl with skin that emits flowery scent who worked part time in Burswood Hotel Chinese restaurant in the year 1995, I just like to say thank you for making me feel special. If you are still single, I am ready for another shot at hello!

The What IF 1.01

Have you ever had days when you are reminded of the crossroads of life and the big what if? What if I had gone by route B instead of route A? What if I had just plucked up that courage to say ‘Hi’ to that hot chick in my younger days? Maybe she might be my main squeeze now. Maybe not but hell least you would have known.

Man I had many such what if’s when it came to hot chicks. Once, I was seated at the bus stop with my ipod plugged in my ears and this really and I mean really cute chick walked by and plonked herself next to me on the empty seat. Ok maybe plonked isn’t the right word to use since she’s a cute chick. Really cute chick. She lowered herself down with grace and poise. There. Sounds better. Well all the grace and poise no doubt befitting of a really cute chick except for one eye jarring sight. There was a fallen flower bud residing on her lush hair and it was really spoiling the whole picture. My picture anyway.

So the next chance I had when she turned towards my direction, I motioned to her that there was something on her hair. She looked at me for guidance trying to brush the offending item off her head but without much success. Finally, the unthinkable happened. She gave up and leaned over to let me do the honors. I felt like the knight in shinning armor when she looked lovingly at me as I restored her image as a really cute chick.

She said thank you though her eyes were really saying ‘ask me for my number my prince’. My mouth said ‘you are welcome’ while my head was screaming ‘ask for her number! Ask for her number before it’s too late!’ I couldn’t hear my head really well as my ipod was screaming louder. What was I thinking?!! Hot chick verses Clay Aiken and Clay was louder? Yeah it’s an excuse for not making the move. Then it became too late. Her bus pulled up. She turned, gave another grateful but somewhat sad smile and my possible lifetime of happiness was gone on bus number 51.

I could only weep inside while trying to maintain my hero image as I spied enemy 51 moving away from the corner of my eye. Nar Bei! Hero dies single lah.