I WAS waiting at the entrance to the MRT station looking eagerly for my date's arrival. My hearts trembled as this was my first time but I tried to calm myself down by holding my breath, counting down from ten to one at the same time. It worked at first but as the second hand of my watch ticked away at seemingly increasing speed the thought that maybe, just maybe my date had decided not to come at the last moment leaving the miserable me down here the centre of attraction, had seized me with fear.

Well, I'm not the worst. Looked at that guy there rooted to the ground looking earnestly at the entrance. If he did not have a strong neck, I could have sworn that his head would have popped out of those shoulders from the way he kept rotating it around rigorously while his goldfish-like eyes stared blankly at all the unfamiliar faces passing him. He had certainly made a better viewing than the unimaginative graffiti on the walls... No I will not be like him. I will try to maintain my cool.

Coolly *ahem* I put on my sun-shades and lean against the wall taking up the typical pose of a defensive and insecure teenager. I then took a pack of cigarettes out from my pouch and casually popped one out of it and placed the white stick between my lips. I tried to look confident but actually I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from the wait. I lighted the cigarette...

(Ahem! We interrupt at this point to bring you a Government warning: Smoking is BAD for health. Never, never, never smoke! It can cause skin diseases and cancer. Furthermore, it is also a 'out' practice and is certainly not considered a very cool act. Besides, it ... huh? Who are you? What are you doing here with that stick? What? You ... HELP! ... *Ka Bong* Ahem! Uh ... this is the author speaking, that jerk, er I mean officer is currently kinda out at the moment, please carry on with the story ...)

I lighted the cigarette, closed my eyes and took a deep, long, much-awaited breath. Inhale *Arrrrrr* ... *Ka Ptut* ... Yucks! What's that horrible taste? I took off my sun-shades and found that I had lit the wrong end. Shucks!

Just then, the guy I noticed earlier on walked past me with his prey. On his way, he passed me that kind of wicked, sneering smile as if saying...

'Ha, sotong! Relax lah!'