Hellrider
That was the night of cycling. Was shorter than last year, but much more intensive due to the hills. Damn Kranji MRT Underground!! Other than that, it was great. The group of five only had two completed it. And I've gotten the feeling of camwhore....and uh >_>. The whole route goes from RP-->Chong Park City-->Thomson Mountains-->MacPherson Big Breakfast-->Newton Circus & Co.-->Ten Mile Junction-->RP. Damn tiring as expected. But the whole process of torturing myself is much tolerable than last year's. Allah's will I managed to live through. Amin.
So that was the end of RP days for me. I promised earlier that when I leave, I moon them and shake my ass. Yup, my ass did shake because of the torment aftermath of the cycling. But the regrets of not spending the end days wisely was not friendship. It was bringing back the fish burgers. There were tons of them, yet only a few ate it. Blasphemy! Those were delicious!!! Too bad I did not bring plastic bags to bring the leftovers home. I only took two; my friend five. I should have brought a bigger bag; my family loved them. AHH!! Why not ten??!?
Salam.
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