Just went for dinner with my auntie and cousin. Took the north-east line back home on the first carriage in the front. Babe watch activity: 1.0. It took me quite sometime to notice the very front part of the train, the place with two seater seats on each side, was cordon off. In the restricted area was a MRT staff holding onto a walking talkie looking for teletubbies in the MRT tunnel. I mean, what else could he be looking for when he looks so intently into the front window of the train.

Besides the teletubbie hunter, there was a backpack on one of the seats. An unclaimmed bag. And i went like, "Oh my god, that could be a bomb!". Alarmed, i quickly looked around to see if there are any other seats that looked comfy and would put me out of the direct sight of shrapnel should the bag explode.

And i went like "What the hell... there are no other comfy seats in the other carriage." There was no way i was gonna give up my comfy seat just becoz i'm sharing the same carriage with some possible bomb. I mean, there's some things in life that you just don't give up. Atleast i would have died in a comfy seat..

Luckily for me, and unfortunately for you, i manage to get off at my stop before anything else happened. Guess you'll still have to litsen to my random ramblings.