Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

186

SG bus arrival shows 3 mins...refresh 2 mins.... If I don't manage to hop into this bus, I would have to wait another hour for my next shuttle to CBP.

I stood up from my seat, peering to see if the bus is arriving. Not yet. Click again. It says it's arriving.

Soon enough, 186 is arrived. As I head up the bus, I stuck my hand into my bag. Gosh, that's when i realised that I didn't bring my purse out!

Damn... I had to walk home, wondering what I would do for the next hour.