NB real run.

the heck. it was well, an NB waste of time.
the beginning was messed up cos the starting was like one helluva walkathon. like wtf? they sound the damn horn and everyone starts walking. cheeseballs.

and then during the run, i saw some road marshall, who obviously wasn't from sji, hiding behind a road divider playing her psp. like, cheesy cheeseballs mann.

and kids ought to be taught to count properly. take the following conversation as an example;
me: hey, excuse me, how much more do i have left(repeat 3 times; once for each marshall.).
marshall A: 5km
marshall B(further down the route): 6km. go go go!
marshall C: 5km more! don't give up.

like wow. that's freaking backside la. 565. sheesh. i totally gave up asking after marshall C. kids these days can't count, can they?

another thing that i felt was damn backside was that there were people who didn't even run the run and still had the balls to collect their goodie bags and all. worst part of it all was that these people left changi completely dry, without breaking a single drop of sweat(pespiration caused by the sun is not taken into consideration), proudly changing into and wearing a red tee that is so red that it screams; i took part in the race dammit! look at me!

like whatt. $30 just to do that. cheap(come to think of it, thirty is quite a fair bit of money!) thrill, don't you think.

argh. and the list goes on.

cheense, math, OP, GP. let's go!
red bull is my best friend again for now. hope it works. tastes bloody sweet though.

here's a toast to a brighter tomorrow. cheers.