Thursday, July 01, 2004


Riding the MRT is just like going to church.

In both, you can find the same cocktail mix of perfume and cologne, the humid atmosphere created by packing sweaty people into a cramped space. Both basically contain people who are trying to get somewhere.

Also, just like those in church, people in the MRT are probably praying as well: please don't let me be late...please don't let me be late...please, oh please, don't let me be late...

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