11:16 p.m. - 2005-11-28
starto! everyday for 1 hour oh!
Start
Inside the late night train. The lights are weary. Like the few people resting on the plastic seats. Their faces a tired mask worn with the day�s work and exertions. Lolling heads with closed eyes, blank faces staring into space.
Train doors open, and then close. The train strains and then accelerates into a blur, into the black hole of the underground tunnel. He looks at the tail end of the train disappearing. Then he turns and starts walking towards the exit stairs of the station.
A tall building, lights go off. The sky is dark with clouds. The world is closing, falling asleep, a desolate loneliness hangs in the air.
Inside a dim shopping complex, the sound of shutters closing. Solitary footsteps hurrying away. The fluorescent tubes flicker and makes the sound of static briefly.
He strolls in the dark as a dim silhouette, past several closed shops in the eerie corridor.
His dusty leather shoes walk the ground, rhythmically striking a lone beat in the atmosphere of silence.
They reach a door. It clicks open and they walk in.
It�s another corridor, albeit a narrower one with industrial lights, flanked by walls of a dirty cream shade. (Everything looks tall from our ultra-low feet angle).
A stairs with paint flaking from its railings.
It leads to a door.
There is a sign hanging on the door.
Security.
That�s all it says.
He reached a hand out and pushed the door open.
The sound of mahjong tiles.
And 4 guys in various states of undress, sitting around a makeshift table pushing the mess of green tiles. Smoke fills the cramped room. A greasy fan spins.
Senior Goh, a guy in a blue uniform, buttons unbuttoned and hanging loose, looks up with a stubbled face of irritation, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
�cheebye lah, so late then come!
I lose a lot of money already leh.�
He gets up and pulls out his chip drawer and starts counting the chips.
�ok, mai sng liao (dun play already)
wa ai kia tng chu ah(I�m going home)�
Sitting at his left, A-ge stretched his arms over his head and yawns.
�gui tiam liao? (what time is it?)
sng 2 more rounds leh (play 2 more rounds leh)�
Opposite him, Crap-King looks at his watch.
�wah lan eh� boh chia liao� (damm, no transport home�)
hahaha�
Senior Goh: �Mian kin, wah wu eh si lui (nevermind, I have moolah.)�
i dunno why they keep talking for no end. i just hope someone goes home, the 1st guy can sit down, somebody goes on patrol, and may the night be over soon...
thank their ignorance they dunno about unit b2-44."
