Today's 91A bus ride was a little different. The girl who i was always sitting behind, together with her indian colleague, i assume they are colleagues since they greet each other on the bus every morning. Anyway, both of them stopped patronising the bus service for quite a couple months already. But today, the girl was on the bus, in that same seat, the one that would be in front of me. Sorry if anyone is hopeful, today's post is not about the girl.

Babe activity seems to be better on the bus these days. There's one who will always take up a seat closer to the center of the bus, and there's another one, who is a real hottie, came to the back of the bus today. As i was gluing my eyeballs onto real hottie, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned, look, fail to recognise or even see who tapped me.

The stranger went like, "You're from 1GSMB right?" (This indicates that he knows me from army days. But i don't know him...)
I was like, "Ya"
He was like, "You remember me?"
I was like, "No" (Kind of monosyllabic, he's not a girl afterall)
He was like, "I'm Tan Soon Chee"
I was like, "Will you stop bothering me, i'm trying to oogle the gal over there."

No, i didn't say that. Actually I was more polite.

I went like, "The face and name seems familiar"

He went on and on about other names, also from army days, to see if i can ring any bells. The fact is that, although we were from the same company, I was from vehicle repair. He was from component repair. So it doesn't come as a big surprise that i don't really recognise him other than a vague name to a vague face. Afterall, he wasn't "my batch".

He then talked about our storeman, Puuvan, who turned from obese into muscular hunk.

He went like, "Puuvan become very handsome right?"
I went like, "He became very thin."
He went like, "Ya, very handsome right?"
I almost went like, "What the hell, i'm not gay! How would i know handsome anot?"
But instead i went like, "More muscular. Very fit"

Then he came to another familiar name, he went like, "You know Caleb?"
I was like, "Ya Caleb, i know."
He was like, "How come u remember Caleb but not me?"
I was like, "He bible one mah, of coz i remember."
He was like, "Yayaya, he bible one. I also bible one mah. You saw me carrying the bible all the time one."
At this point, i didn't really know how to respond. So i replied as truthfully as possible, "Ya, very poor thing hor?"

I could have gone like, "Ya i also bible one."
Then he would probably have gone like, "Issit? U from which church?"
Then i would have gone like, "I'm not christian. I'm an atheist. I read the bible to prove your beliefs wrong."

But of course that wouldn't have been very nice. He was afterall more or less a stranger. Like i don't like people coming up to me to convert me, i don't go around trying to deconvert people.

I couldn't have guessed his personality, reaction and reactance. What if he suddenly realised that all he ever believed was a delusion and turned psychopath and went on a killing spree? Wouldn't the blood of innocents be on my hands? What if, without afterlife, he failed to reognise that the meaning of life is in life itself and as a result fall into depression? It would still have been alright if he commited suicide, but what if he died of heart attack resulting from depression? Would i not have become the one to push the dagger to his throat?

Well, since it is only his second day at work, i think it best not to stress him too much.