It was quite an experience, running after the last trains to get home last night; it was all trepidation, as I hurried down the escalators, walked as fast as I could without panicking as I dashed from the Northeast Line to the East-West Line, catching trains just in the nick of time.
The stations were, surprisingly, not completely empty, straggled with late (but not-so-late anymore in this age of round-the-clock clubbing etc) revellers, and a smorgasbord of people, the trains not completely empty either.
So there. I guess I sound constipated; nothing much to say anyway. The start of my 10-day holidays beckon; now to think of things to do...ask me out!!! Haha.
Good day.