Well, my whole body is currently aching and there some ‘o-cheh’(blue black) on my palm and my leg feels like jelly. And, my ass? Don’t ask.
All these because I cycled from Sembawang to
(28kilometers = 28000metres = 28 000 00centimetres) from Friday midnight till 3.30am, Saturday morning. How cool is that? Not cool, I know. The estimated time we will reach
I had problem with my gear therefore I cannot drive uphill properly. Bloody gears. Luckily they repaired my gears at the 2nd pit stop.
From Sembawang till AMK macs which is the1st PIT STOP.2nd PIT STOP at Marina Bay Esso. Though, it was quite a good experience. There were drunkards laughing really loudly and like swaying and teasing each other. Nightlife, clubs and everything. You don’t know what’s happening to the world when you’re asleep. Man, it was an eye-opener for me. Some were scary. But it’s the real world. Apart from that, I felt a sense of accomplishment when I completed 28 km. When you’re cycling you want to stop but when you’re stationary, you want to cycle.
But there was this hot dude with cool hair and hot tanned, toned, legs. He was the one cycling with my group. He was the one who helped me with my gears. He cheered everyone on to keep on going. Mainly, he is some hot guy with everything you can dream of.
My whole impression of him totally changed when he too out a cigarette and started puffing away. Cummon man, you’re an athlete! SORE LOOSER.
I also made some friends like this 14 year old girl and this 24 year old girl. The 24 year old looked like 17.And my group facilitator, this dude called her darling. They’re married! Unexpected.
I learnt something extremly valuable from this event:
It's not the athlete on the outside; it's the competitor within.
Okay I guess that’s all you need to know.
Oh, and I went to Kilice bday party just now. Me and atiqah felt awkward cas we’re the only two malays -_____________-