1 1 1 In a move that most would deem unwise, I let myself swing out of the train with only my hand on a pole to draw a shaky line between life and certain death. But I love this feeling. It isn't wind that hits me hard in the face as we rush past - it's life. When the possibility of death is withdrawn, it is life who suffers. For what is life without the fear of losing it? 0 0 Singapore 2009-03-04T02:34:48Z 0 99 false 140 0 0.0 4.5 2 9 2010-03-12T03:56:39Z false 44 10