| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Sunday, May 22, 2005, 10:22:00 PM | permalink |
I managed to set a new record and break my previous personal best. The 'outstanding' part of my achievement could summed by the way the staff at the control room of Bishan station raised his eyebrow (it looked like it might have stayed there forever) upon checking my EZ-link card's "OVERSTAY" status on his computer. He looked at whatever the monitor displayed and said out loud less to me than for the benefit of the other crew in the fish tank:"How can you oversleep on the MRT for 3 whole hours ah?"  I shrugged. Just wanted to get out, get a can of coffee, head home. Didn't have time to involve him in my 10-second meditations on how the dual evils of distance and slumber effectively secured my temporary transportation imprisonment.Actually, now I think about it, it wasn't really that hard.I mean, sure, the bright lights, chilly air-con (or cozy, depends on your perspective), the noise of the mad weekend crowd, and most of all the hard sterile 'no cushioning' plastic seats of the train carriage don't exactly make for a conducive sleep environment.  But hey! People have found the Zs in more extreme conditions. Haven't you heard of Japanese capsule hotels? Furthermore, the fact that I can sleep so hard that a thermonuclear detonation right next to my ear couldn't stir me is another factor that
I have to say that the experience was, although unique, much preferred as a one-off sort of thing. I can't really describe to you what it felt like to wake up just in time 3-4 times to realise that you have only overslept your stop by a dozen stations (or so), or my exact thoughts when I I remembered imagining at one point that I might get stuck forever in this world of rails, carriages and tunnels - to disappear without a trace into some MRT Twilight Zone when the clock strikes midnight, and haunt the train lines forever, my phantom presence materialising occasionally to lay a shadowy hand on unsuspecting mortals and say things like "Oei ah pek, don't leer at women until like that lah. Your eyes bulging out liao." How did I eventually manage to escape? I got a helpful passenger beside me to wake me when I reach my stop. Clever right? No shit Sherlock. It took my melatonin-impaired brains 2½ hours to finally come up with that idea. To think that the original journey from Dohby Ghaut to Bishan shouldn't have taken more than 25 minutes. |
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Haha...do u mean hallucinations as in having a quick successions of scenes of what you should be doing/or want to try do-like getting up and going home-emerging,when you are sleeping on the train? what u wrote are interesting and unbelievable.You must be really tired out.Take good care.I had those hallucinations too-esp when i am sick n drugged myself with medication.Songs start composing themselves and things were mad and flying.As perverse as it seems, I find it really interesting but nope,I dun take medicine just to do that.Now let's see -there's one poet(names were omitted to protect the innocent) who does something like that.Tsk Tsk..shouldnt even think of trying!
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@ times 7:39 PM, May 23, 2005
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