I walked outside tonight after a 16 hour work day. Stood in the Raffles Place plaza and watched the bright lights from the F1 track reflect off the buildings.
A plastic bowl full of hokkien mee in my bag, I thought about how things have changed. I was happy, looking forward to home and the comforts of a quiet night.
I heard the race cars roar over the Fullerton bridge. It’s nice to be part of something bigger.
