For the second time after I can’t remember how long my head became dizzy. I fell down the track as the train’s headlight flashed before my eyes. If this wasn’t just my imagination, it would have been my whole life that flashed.
I spent the whole night at MRT Shaw Blvd. station. One. Two. Three. Four.. trains have passed me by. People flowed inwards every train stop and still I chose not to push along. I was waiting for a less crowded car; and finally, after almost thirty minutes my ride home arrived.