day 4 aka favourite day contd.
i slogged and put in my best effort in whatever i was told to do/
i caught the first finisher, who was the ironman race champion. he did an under 8 and a half hours. then came the second the third. and i managed to slap the fourth finisher's hand!!!!!!!
COS IM NUMBEER FOUR.
WALAO THEN WHEN I SLAP HIS HAND I WAS SO GOD DAMNED BLARDIE HONOURED.
COS IM NUMBER FOUR.
i gave out cookies, parked bikes, cheered for the ironmen-to-bes who are now ironmen!!!
i gave out orange and bananas to the ironmen-to-bes.
whenever my hand came into contact with theirs, i somehow feel a rush of adrenaline. u may think i was thinking too much. i just felt their strength and thier determination and their never say die spirit. thats why i unitl now still haven die. ok lame. its true la. when they took my ornages, i felt so god damn blardie honoured. althought they were god damned blardie tired during the last part of the race, which was the 42.2km run, they still said thank you, no thank you, i really appreciate u guys, thats cool, sounds like a great idea and blah blah blah.
will singaporeans say that??
NO.
cos they god damn fking think we SHOULD be doing what we are doing.
like ying1 gai1 de4.
kaobei kias.
one guy even asked me whats my name. must b i too cute liao. or must be the ornages to tasty or is my hand too sexy?
or i look like chen kaige.
oh nvm.

AND NOW MY bro wants me to let his friend use the com so i have to go.
i will cont day five tonite!