The Purple Haze

Interesting MRT Cards in Singapore, no?

Whoever said that the best manifestation of wisdom is knowledge hungry for knowledge itself wasn’t kidding.

Today was supposed to be like any other Tuesday – coding car, music popped in my ear, commuters being usually annoying – except my MRT card is down on its final 4 Pesos and is, gasp, missing. I was oblivious to this until the guard rummaged through my bag for inspection.

Shit. Where did I put that damn card? I didn’t want to be a pain, so I went to a corner of the taft station to try to unearth that last card (and avoid the unending queue for tickets). 1 minute. 5 minutes. 10 minutes passed. Where is that stupid card?? I looked into literally every hole in my pretty bag (thank you Freeway) and found nothing but my normal clutter. Oh wait a minute. There was one place I didn’t look. No way, I thought. But I decided to go check anyway. True enough, after hammering through all 706 pages of Atty. Ruben Ladia’s Corporation Code textbook, a lone card dropped.

Uh huh. My corpo book got hungry. Great!