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I was in a bad shape and mentally bruised yesterday.
So, alone I took a bus home at night, leaving a friend bewildered at my choice over the usual MRT way home.
I needed to escape from the harsh lights and cacophony of chatter.
And a slow bus ride coursing through isolated roads was nearly perfect.
The bus was half-vacated, relatively cooling and dim.
And I enjoyed watching the world flew by.