There's something about him ...

IT wasn't difficult to spot him amongst the crowd.

His chin-length hair was pulled back and tied up neatly.
Donned in a navy blue striped t-shirt and matching bermudas, and a navy blue cap and black plastic-rimmed spectacles. I gasped : 'It's him!'.

He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous. Somehow, he stood out.
Maybe becos he is tall.
Maybe becos he wore a cap.
Maybe becos he wore black plastic rim spectacles.
Maybe becos he is my idol.

My legs went numb.
Suddenly, I was mute too.

Fang : Go on, say Hello to him.
MA : Erm, I'm shy.
Fang : What's there to be shy about? He's only a human being.
MA : But he's XX. He's a megastar. Though he's a Singaporean, he's very popular in China, Taipei.
Fang : But he's here. If you don't say hello now, you might never ever get a chance again.
MA : I can't... I'm nervous.
Fang : You don't have a choice. You are going... (She pulled me over.)

Fang : Hello, my colleague likes your songs alot. You are her fan... I mean, you are her idol. (*blushed*)
MA : hi...

He smiled and he reached out to shake my hand.

His hand was big and warm. It was such a nice and sincere handshake. Alot of 安全感 .
His voice was deep. It was so, so, so soothing.

'Thank you for listening to my songs. Thank you.'

I forgot how it ended, just like I forgot how it started.

It was brief.
I was ecstatic.
I watched him walk away.
I was in a daze.
He made my day.

I looked at my watch 25 Feb 2005, 12.37 pm.
Must buy 4-D. =p

It's been 6 months. I wonder if he still remembers me.