was on my way to town yesterday on the mrt when i met this smrt staff, and we exchanged a few words, which enlightened me on why there's always a green-shirted man in the first carriage. turns out they're there to reset the microsoft system should it hang or something. and i, unaware of the foreshadowing that would follow, quipped that such a breakdown seldom happened, he agreed and went on to talk about his orthopaedic surgeon, whom i know. but that's another matter. when i entered dhoby ghaut station thinking home was twenty-three minutes away, announcements were ringing throughout about a disruption of the train service. i ended up taking the train, with zj and sy, to potong pasir then taking a bus back home. so this shadow that has been following me through my life has stepped into the light again.