I was about to head home from Far East Plaza after helping Tricia to collect her stuff, but the weather was too scorching hot and the bus stop was too freaking crowded. I figured I could take the train down to Chinatown MRT so I would be guaranteed a seat on the bus.
CHINATOWN ON CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE.
I exited from Chinatown MRT and saw the most intense crowd in my entire life. It was at least 3 times more worse than the crowd at Far East Plaza.
Think now, think.
I was desperately trying to think of a way to get back home, so I walked down to Clarke Quay and by this time, my shirt was soaking wet with my own perspiration.
The sound of the buses was easily overwhelmed by the bustling of the human crowd.
Fml, lets just board a cab.