As the title suggests, I got 20 seconds of fame today.
In the MRT to be exact.
I fainted.
I was sitting beside Pris when an old lady came in.
So naturally, gave her my seat and stood up.
Everything was going well.
We were heading for Clarke Quay.
Then, I felt weak.
And my vision began to blurred.
Next thing I know, I heard my name been called.
It was Pris.
And another guy was helpping me up,
asking if I was alright.
I fainted.
I was sick at the start of the day.
Weak from all happenings.
But I insist of going out as it was my day-off.
Pris told me I lied on the floor for about 20 seconds.
Yet nobody came to help,
except the good-looking guy,
and the old lady who was trying to lift me up.
All eyes were on me.
Lucky enough my stop came next.
I thanked the guy and alighted.
Waited for the train to move on and I turned to Pris;
"Tell me that didn't happened."
