STAR-STRUCK? NAH...


Cindy and I were strolling out of FoS on this hot and sweltering Friday afternoon, having just been dismissed from a briefing on our degree major(s) and minor(s). Typical to the female species of homo sapien, both of us were chatting animatedly when she, all of a sudden, let off an exuberent exclamation.

"LOOK!!!! Is that him??!!" She screeched agitatedly, pointing to a guy in front of us with her left hand, and her right clutching my left elbow.

I glanced ahead casually. The guy in question was talking on his handphone; holdng his mobile up against his ear in his right hand. Coincidentally, he was waving his friend off at the bus-stop and thus, I managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of his right face; albeit only the top part (that is, from eyes upwards), as the lower half was covered by his arm.

"No la... This is NUS leh... It's just somebody who looks like him. Probably it's the eyes and hairstyle. And anyway, he doesn't look this short on television." I muttered nonchalantly.

"No, it's really HIM!!! He turned around earlier, and I saw his face. They look too uncannily alike. It's him; 100% guarantee." Cindy insisted firmly.

"No la. Since when is he so short and stocky?" And I carried on to mumble something unwise about his height, albeit it's genuinely from the bottom of my heart.


And so, the two of us continued walking behind him, debating between ourselves on whether is he really whom we are talking about. We were, of course, not tailing or stalking him, mind you. It just so happened that we were walking on the same walkway, and in the same direction, as he was.

Pretty soon, the pathway splits into an intersection. Making a left turn in the direction of the faculty canteen, he looked back and threw us a quick, cursory glance.

"It's HIM!!" Cindy whispered surreptitiously out of the corner of her mouth, all the time trying to maintain her poise and not appear too overly-excited. We are, afterall, going onto varsity and no longer elementary kids. But man, from the vibes, I can certainly tell for sure that she's ebullient.

"Ya lah... You win. I absolutely have no idea he's of this height. I expected him to be tall, lanky, and gangly." I breathed back, and stole a peek at him stealthily. (It's not that I'm man-crazy, ok? But, hello??!! It's not everyday that a celebrity walks 1 meter ahead of you, right???)

Following which, the both of us - being diligently hard at work in keeping up our act of imperturbability and equanimity - then coolly turned to the right of the intersection and crossed the zebra-crossing; all the time speculating excitedly under our breath on whether is Hong Jun Yang enrolling into Faculty of Science. Or even better, perhaps he is going to be our prospective coursemate.


Gosh, can you imagine studying in the same LT as he is? If luck has her way, we might even have a chance of being group-mates.
If so, I'll definitely pester him to croon at least a song to me. Having a nationally-renowned songbird singing live, and me being the one and only audience, how cool is that?! *beams*


P.S. I honestly hope that he did not overhear my candid and upfront comments to Cindy about his height though. How intelligent of me to shoot my mouth off when he's just a mere meter ahead from me. Duh...