Blur me!

The other day I was given early release from work because I was instructed to deliver a report nearby. Once I was done, I rushed to Raffles Place MRT Station and got down to wait for the train westbound to Clementi for my evening classes.

Six minutes, bloody hell... Why does it take so long when I am the one waiting, I cursed as the seconds ticked slowly to the 60 position on my Guess watch.

After what seemed like forever, the train finally came. As the train slowed down to a final halt, I couldn't help but notice that the train was exceptionally empty and questioned myself why this was so. An Eastbound train due Westbound is usually crowded, if not, moderately occupied. But on this train there was hardly anyone, it was as sparse as the sparsely populated Taklamakan Desert (ahh, the powers of Wikipedia)! I found this phenomenon exceedingly weird, so I gazed upwards to see the East-West train route to see if there was any possibility of this ever happening.

And this was when I finally realized for the past 6 minutes of my life, I had been waiting for the North-bound train.