Tonight's run: 11:59mins

Oustandingly atrocious timing.

Its when you feel sick, tired, sleepy and complacent, that when you pull yourself out there to run, you know that you're back on track.

Finally cut out of this period of slacking.

Despite the fever, the 3 hours of sleep from last night, the aching legs from last night, the overall shittiness.

Its so stupid, really. Its been so long, that I even forgot the damned breathing rhythm. Sigh. Felt so good to fly around the streets again.

I hate this so much... some people can slack from running, and go back to it and still be fast. I on the other hand deprove by 40 seconds. Awesome shit.

Sigh... the genetically untalented always need to work harder.

Training today. Dunno if its the stupid flu/fever or the sets were really that tiring. Theoretically I shouldn't be tiring out that fast. Weird.

Oh yeah, must be the lack of sleep XD.

Shoulders in gym.

Came home to play mk with the dog. Almost passed out on the bed while playing because my stupid bed's stats is:

-My Bed-
Description: A seemingly normal bed
+80 Lethargy
+60 Fatigue
-40 Motivation
80% chance to ignore alarm clock
30% chance to transition into lying down state every second
In special lying down state:
80% chance sleep


Dota with charizard, butcher, kiu'd helmet, and promking haha. Had to use the sk because was teamed with suspected noobs. Turned out to be overkill as usual.

Feeling abit feverish. Dunno if I should rest up or pia a run.

Been becoming very complacent lately. Not good.

Omg hungry again already.

Anyway, lucky the hamster woke me up to go and run or else I would have gotten fatter today.

I used to think the streets of singapore were safe.

1 psycho.

3 bengs.

What's next, 6 yakuza?

Rowed today... without lifejacks! :x

Got even tan loh...

Then came the pullups.

Completed 340. ^_^

2.5 cycles of 1 min rest intervals, 10 min rest between cycle.

Right now my arms feel so funny. I didn't even get this feeling from the last 10 sets of 20.

Talked some more with the padawan today. Its funny how oblivious he is to his own situation. Hit the nail right on target. I hope this will light up the way for his future paths of thought.

I was reminded of The minister of education, mr tharman shanmugaratnam's ending speech during the poly forum. About how you need to truly enjoy what you are doing to excel beyind the boundaries of society's standards.

It was during that sponsored cruise onboard the super star virgo that the chosen few student leaders brainstormed and debated on how to improve the current education system. To us, it gave us hope, that the moe did see that something must be done about the system.

Some resented the current system, but sadly, because they saw themselves as victims. If you let streaming tell you how smart you are, you deserve to stay wherever you are, if you ask me. They could plea all they want in their case that they were emotionally damaged because they were late bloomers, deprived of the chances society offered others who excelled in different areas in different speeds; but no matter how you put it, it still sounds like an excuse to me.

You choose wherever you want to be, you choose how much to expect of yourself. Society can tell you all it wants, but ultimately, if you know what you want, you can set your path, but if you don't, then you'll be pushed along in the flow.

There were changes, but things that had to be left alone, were left alone in the system. I think the whole thing was an attempt on the ministry's part to buy us over anyway.

Anyway its the same thing for NS. Its the same thing for work, its the same thing for life.


Some people are just happy following the flow. I suppose there's no crime in that. Less competition anyway.

Some people want too many things, their values and priorities get so messed up.

Its interesting how IQ doesn't translate to EQ, regardless of how much you study.

Tonight's run: 11:47 mins

That's what I get for laying off running too long >_<

Training today...

They damn awesome la. Can do 10km stroking with proper form but squeeze it into 1 minute plus and all hell breaks loose. What spectacular phenomenon we are able to accomplish!

Well at least there was a new pb today for the team.

Kinda pissed that I couldn't row with them today, but the injury will only get worse when I drop down. Luckily I can still twist and somehow manage to row k1. Being forced to just watch was good anyway. I'm always so caught up in trying to lead by example, but sometimes you can't see things if you're inside with them, let alone infront.

Feels so weird. Last time, it was a challenge just trying to keep up with a drahgunnbout. Now, drahgunbouts are of a slower speed class, even the fastest teams. Kinda exciting when I think about the prospects of pursuing the sport in uni, cause by then my base of training will finally be enough to compete with the top tier. Ehh... but that scenario's only a maybe anyway.

Kinda sucks to have to keep looking for teams to pace with. It really looks like we wanna bully people... but the stupid great white is really too light already so bo pian.

Was suprised to see what long neck did with his team. If my data is correct, we will be seeing a new men's i v p champion this year, unless they screw up. Start plunges look good for their side. Rowing beside him in the past, I knew he possessed above-average knowledge in techniques.

Unfortunately I've got something more powerful.

Attack van's brakes got problem. Damn scary. Think someone really abuse the poor brakes la... first time I heard brakes make such a cute noise. Paddles will be mia for at least monday. Think it would be a good time to do the PASSIONATE HEART PUMPING SPRINTS routine.

Gym then walked home in the rain to change for the solemnization.

The roast chicken.

Omg.

Fatless skin. Amazing.

How far would you go to retrieve that one lost sheep?

When he would run away from the pack from fear of the wolves that stalk him.

Perhaps that is the difference. They may think that everyone is as petty. But the day each of them chose to commit to the pack was the day I commit myself to them, through thick and thin.

I have come to accept the wolves that follow each of them around.

How strongly I want to smite his stalkers for him. But that will never make things better. New wolves will appear, and the cycle will never end.

No, he must learn to fight for himself. And I will be there until he does.



Maybe he's afraid I will be dissapointed in him. But unlike sadness, dissapointment is something that I am all too familiar with. So much so to the point of numbness.

Why do they only look forward into the darkness? If they just look behind once in a while they will remember that I am right behind them.

Yesterday was... unexpected. I don't think I ever lost so much blood before. Still went down for training with 8 stitches today. Pull up test. Gymed with the moose, dog ran off to do back.

After second set, both moose and I sprained right chest for some unknown reason. Perhaps someone was cursing.

So did shoulders instead.

Went to pastamania for lunch with the guys - again. So much pasta this week...

Moose was seriously wasted from last night's clubbing but he still tugged along. Kinda admire his devotion and discipline. But made fun of his sleepiness anyway huahuahua.






Hahha sorry moose.









Helmet boy's homemade chicken egg is damn frickin good. Even after getting full on pasta the damn thing made me hungry all over again.

Came home to play ps2 with the dog. MK is seriously fun. Remember when it was banned in singapore and I was in the states playing it... like some sort of forbidden fruit.

Doing some fashion show at club Z next weekend to end off fashion week. Pay sucks but there's membership so hoorah. Not sure if I'll hold on to it or sell it off.

Paced a couple of sets today, with ng an and sfr. 2 boat lengths ahead, 1 boat length ahead, then 1 boat length ahead for the last set. A little dissapointed that we only performed up to my calculations for an 8 pair crew.

Then again, the strategy was formed for a 10 pair crew anyway.

Phase one was ok.
Phase two was good.
Phase three was ok.
Phase four was ...
Didn't use phase five.

Not sure if it was the best course of action to cut out phase two-beta and three-beta from the race plan which would cut resultant timing by about 4-8 seconds. But considering the current team's potential... this is ideal. lol.

Gymed with the geek after that. Pullups still at 45 at increased extension... It would if MR was hit due to M EDUR limit, but the previous pullup programme already took care of that problem. If I hit MR due to M STR CAP, it won't matter if I bend 135, 180, or even 10 degrees.

Haiz, well, shouldn't be a stumbling block for the rest of the guys bah.

Went to sim lim and got a nice DESIGNER TRANSPARENT USB2.0 extension cable. Ok so the bloody chinese guy ripped me off again. Luckily I picked up some ipod earphone accessory. Which is kinda useless! Was that supposed to be a consolation again?!

Oh well... who would have thought the banglas were clearing old stock!?

After that the geek very hao lian about knowing the roads around his neighbourhood... basket... qie pull up la!

Short run tonight to prata house with the gh3y g33k, 11:49mins.

Haze damn bad tonight, couldn't get enough o2 during the middle part.

Was fun reminiscing old games. When everything was simplier then.

Thinking back so far, I remembered one thing that I still haven't fixed yet.

What I would give to be able to feel sad again.

Bah, no point thinking about such things. Is it really that great to be able to feel a redundant emotion?

To feel sad is to admit defeat, to admit that you can not do anything about the situation, to admit that life threw something at you that you couldn't handle.

There's always something that can be done. Always a reason behind everything.

Dad can act like such a naggy auntie sometimes.

Quite sad that I have to be the bigger man and tolerate, walk away.

Not that I have a choice really. People with small capacities can empty all they want, but sometimes its so frustrating to have to control.

Temperance, control and discipline are the walls that hold us from becoming monsters. Though I must admit, the thought did cross my mind. Pre-battle imaging did occur, I saw the movement, and the contact point, and it hurts so much to have to stop the flow from building up, but it must be done.

When I heard that voice come out of me, I was scared. Every time I feel that familiar sensation, I run as far away from it as possible. Every time I feel myself nearing that line, I lower the volume of my voice as much as possible. Never will I let him out.

It was everything I was afraid to be, but knew that I had to be back then. I am not cut out to be a fighter. I always looked for the peaceful way out, the logical way out. I was afraid of pain, afraid of death, and didn't want to cause either to anyone else. But the ring was no place for such a person. And I couldn't change, therefore I created him.

An immature fighter's spirit. Fast to anger, easily excited, a strong affinity to destruction and hatred. But most importantly, he had the courage that I could never muster. He was everything that I could not be, but had to be. Someone a coward could turn to when he needed to.

And so, even when I stopped practicing, he still stayed around. It seems the neurological pathing will forever be a familiar route that electrical signals will be passed through. A path that once created, can never be destroyed, as surely as one will never forget how to ride a bicycle.

Its not like I have split personalities. Everyone has several personalities. This one just happens to be the most aggresive and twisted.

At least its not the most malicious.

Being creatively smart can be dangerous at times. Engineering a musical score, or a race strategy so complex and intricate, yet beautiful and diverse, has the same potential to fathom such a personality for the sole purpose of excelling in an area, or perhaps, survival.

All I know is, once he's out, "GG."

Anyway, the agitator is usually nice, despite his provocations, logically speaking, it would be silly to send him to the hospital because of such a trivial matter.




This is why these few days I have been having trouble deciding if the dog was right. Even though he has no idea what he is talking about or may potentially be getting himself into.

Deviousness. Perhaps for some people, it may not seem like a possible thing. But it is so very possible to control a subject without him knowing. Without him even suspecting a thing. This is a level that I prided myself in achieving, but a level that broke so many moral and ethical laws.

Because people think that deception works on a one-dimensional plane. But you can reveal the first dimension and let him wander in it while you control the second dimension, and you can reveal the second dimension while you control the third dimension.

But in the end, no one will know the real you. They will praise the person that achieved all these great things, but you know that it is not you, nor is it someone that you want to be.

In the end, you will have nothing.

Why have I lost direction? Perhaps recent events have required this personality to come out for survival.

But I must know better.

The goal was never to make them fear me. The goal was never to make them listen to me and follow me blindly.

As he taught me how to thread my own path, how to choose my own goal, so will I grant them the freedom to choose.

Because if you are really a truly worthy leader, they will follow. They may ask questions, they may doubt, but it will only be a good sign.

The goal was to teach them how to think. So that one day, they will choose their own path, and break away from the rest.

It may not be immediate, it may require years of incubation, and some may not even respond to it. But even if one reponds, then it will have worked.

Because you can have the strongest team, like a certain jc, but once you break contact from the teacher, they wane, then you will know that they are the strongest but dumbest team, and they will not succeed, because the teacher was the source, instead of themselves.

Why do I want to give this to them? Maybe I want to make up for all that I've done. Maybe its just another system that I need to test.

Maybe I aspire to be someone better. Maybe I need this to break out of the layers of deception that I laid onto myself just to ease my conscience.

There's a part of me that you couldn't even imagine, whatever you've seen or fathomed yourself is but the first layer, second at most. We are all gifted in different, unique areas.

And I'm just so sick of it. I don't want any part of it anymore.

How do you unteach yourself how to ride a bike?

Tonite's run: 11:36 mins

Ok. Decided to screw the damn haze and just go and run at last at the risk of an asthma attack.

PSI was 97.

First small round showed nominal timings, it was towards the end when... I felt the tightening. Then I was so close to the damn finish so... just pia'd... and then could feel it getting tighter... closer... tighter closer... finish!

Me: 1, Haze: 0 for tonite. _|_

Can finally do abs again. The injury is almost done healing, only stings a little bit when I crunch up now. Who would've thought a thousand crunches wouldn't do shit, but a few sparring movements would cause tears that would take almost a week to heal. I'm so out of practice.

In other news, I've managed to reach 10 attacks for the hi-ken drills. Too bad accuracy isn't up to standard yet, though.



The new gym programme which I've been trying out when a certain hamster awol from training seems to be working, strength and power is increasing... pullups increased as calculated, 45. I know some people are not satisfied with their pullup max, but hey, at least its above 30, and the nteam average is like 17?

And its not like I wanna do secret training or what... its just that training or routine wise, I will want to test it out or at least simulate it out on paper or on computer to make sure it works before I go and pass it on to someone else. Don't want to be an empty vessel like some people. Because you can conceptualize and bullshit all you want, but unless you try or at least calcaulate and make sure it works, its just another preposterously inconsequential and worthless idea.

Harder and harder to record down things here nowadays. Maybe the filters are working in overdrive.

Had a big suprise today when I looked down and saw a suffocating luo han looking up at me with eyes wide open... whole body vibrating and spasming.

Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks is damn fun. It could very well be the Guardian Heroes of the PS2.

Sometimes we want to accomplish so much, we forget that we're only human. Sometimes the solution is so easy, yet we don't want to accept it.

Its so easy finding solutions for other people, but when it comes to myself, its not that easy. Probably because I don't want to hear the answers due to pride or ego.

And when someone tells you the solution, you are more defensive, because you know that you've considered that before, but ruled it out.

But why?

Where should one draw the line?
At the sake of health?
At the sake of sanity?
At the sake of friends?
At the sake of money?

To achieve something great, sacrifices must always be made.

Desire is a double-edged sword.

And so we met that morning, at sunrise, near the old training grounds.

He changed so much, yet so little.

We talked some, then bowed, and readied.

It was a weird feeling, because he's been having proper training all this time, whereas I've taken the route of the 'sportsman'. But its always been the case, even in the past, I would be the one feeding off his aura.

He would always be the more diligent one, and I would learn from him quickly, and raise my own aura just to match his.

I knew that his new system consisted of exterior point locks and block/attack 2-in-1s, and he wasn't expecting me to shift out of our old tkd style just to match his.

It was insane. Movements that I thought that I had long forgotten, came back. Its an exhilarating feeling when your body just knows what to do on its own. The first attack came out so ridiculously fast, that I was panting for air right after it. Damn bad sign hahaha.

Every attack, guard, swipe, and blow to and from me has left me aching everywhere right now. Even in places that I forgot could ache. Just getting up from sitting down for too long or sitting down for that matter can be an excruciating experience. Brings back old memories.





DL came for training yesterday. Though late. I know his other agenda for coming back to train with us, but its fine.

Bonsai once asked me if I was afraid that one day, the person that I taught, would out-do me.

I used to be afraid of that. But I guess a part of you matures to think that if he can out-do me, then it would be the next challenge for me to overcome instead for myself.

But in any case, in my path, no one has been able to overtake me, just as I haven't been able to overtake Si in his own path.

Training yesterday... took a huge load of drugs in the morning in the hopes that my performance would not dip too much. Think it worked abit.

Bloody sick and asthma. Lucky it was only wheezing and not an attack.


Came back to take a nap at 6pm, but ended up waking up at... 5am.

GG 11 hour sleep cycle.

Training today...

After the first series of jumps, everything already started to get darker godamnit.

Went to ma. Doesn't pay to be early.

Rushed down to ot.

Saw some famous people... found out that I'm not the star-strick kinda person.

Beatrice Chia is... short?

Royston tan is... wth, didn't know he was like that.

Kumar has got a body ladies would die for, minus the boobs.

Angelo, the country's top chef did up some awesome food la. Albeit quite hard to identify what the hell we were actually eating. Everyone guessed different things. Amazing, is this his power?!

Francesca, singapore's top dancer is godlike. Doing splits, busting out hiphop, ballad, twirling, miming - all on 3 inch heels. The energy around her was incredible.

Quite amusing that some rich china lady actually requested that. _|_

Too bad the agent is over-protective. Kidding, kidding.

Anyway, I thought all was going well until I tasted that familiar bitterness in the orange juice, and knew that bugger was up to something. Luckily I stopped Shaun before he went off to wonderland. Idiot la, he knows damn well that he's underage.

What is self identity?

Can anyone really know who he is?

The 7 personalities of an individual is such a simplified way of putting things.


Maybe anyone who thinks that he knows who he is, is just being naive, and ignorant.

Or perhaps the waters around me are too choppy for me to see what really lies below.


The person who challenges death and laughs about it, just for fun.

The person who wanted to get as far away as possible from that sick game.

The person who plays with people's minds and manipulates them to his own amusement.

The person who uses these skills only to do the upright thing.

The person who pulled the bluff on everybody so that he could do what he wanted.

The person who chose to live his own life, and follow his own path.


I'm losing it. Phasing between so many paradigms that I don't know which one is the original one? Or if the original one is even the best?

One thing I learned from the past is, my unique affinities don't exactly promote world peace.

I swore never to hit another person with a clenched fist.

But after that night, when everything was on the line, and I had no choice.

I remembered the feeling.

In the past I've dealt with ah bengs, trouble makers, gangsters.

But would you have the courage to go against someone with the eyes of one who is truly demented?

When instead of ego on the line, you only see something so twisted that you cannot comprehend.

And it awakened the last thing that I wanted to remember.

The power to turn something so threatening into nothing.

We faced it fearlessly.

But it wasn't a noble courage from which this fearlessness came. It was foolishness.


They are all weak.

They are all fragile.

So fragile. So complacent.

And no matter how strong they look to each other, they are all breakable.



Its started again. And it can only mean that the last wall was broken.



Next time, it won't be enough to just disable the target harmlessly.

Long run last night with a ninja turtle. He came in the turtle-cycle which he rode out of the turtle-mobile just to save 2 dollars wth. Crime fighting must not be doing well nowadays.

Sore throat from yesterday afternoon and... today its worse. Jialat, I got no time to waste on a stupid sorethroat fever sickness cycle.

Simon's been influencing me on the art of WC. Deadly shit. Come to think of it, I'd probably be the worse person to study the art. But its just so tempting. The rush of a fight again. I hope we'll be able to have a match soon, I must admit, if we had a match, I'd probably get owned by him, and not just because I'm rusty. His offensive zone is different from mine and his method of repositioning takes up much less energy than mine. But right now I can already see some flaws in his system.

Tonite's run: 11:59mins

Damn lousy.

Almost died again after the run.

During the last 400m I felt that familiar sensation, but blocked it out and pressed on.

Its after the run, when you have nothing to block the pain our for, and the adrenaline fades, that the pain stabs you in full force.

And the only thing that I kept telling myself as I lay there in the open, was that I've been through worse.

It seemed like an eternity this time, for me to control the breathing, drop the heart rate and regulate the flow for the pain to drop a little so that I could make it home.

Those who talk about mind over body, persevering through pain haven't the slightest clue.

Secret training today.

Test run through for the haze contingency training program. Frickin shack.

I can't remember when the last time I trained alone was.

I usually hate it, because its hella boring.

But today, I remembered.

How hard and often I trained by myself like this in the past. Always asking myself if I deserved what I was aiming for, and pushing even harder when I knew the dissapointing answer.

Not good enough.

Still too weak.

Last time, I expected so much out of them because I expected much more from myself. but somewhere along the line, I forgot this.

But not anymore. This may be the last time.

No matter how well aimed, or how fine the feathers and shaft of the arrow is; if the tip is not the sharpest and hardest point, it may hit the target, but not penetrate it.

Onward to new heights.

And I was planning on running at last tonight.

But... the PSI has just reached a new high of 150.

GOOD JOB SUMATRA AND BORNEO! HIGH SCORE!


If this continues we're going to be doing some very creative stuff to substitute rowing in the gym. fun fun fun. Ahh that means no sun. Come, let's all get fairer together!

Speaking of training. Sad to see some people pushing the line in the disciplinary area. As much as I hate to, I'll harden my heart if I have to for the good of the team. Hope I won't have to, though. Because once you numb yourself, its hard to tell how far you're going.



Went to GNC just now.

Going back to the old school second stack combi. Compounds PC + C. Sounds... like something else.

Its time to be a chao stacker again... rest cycle is up. If this doesn't bring me up to 50 pullups I'll boycott chemical C for good.




Alot of brutes still training today. Reports of people falling sick and having breathing problems and headaches coming in from these intelligent teams.

Even MH almost suffered an asthma attack while running last week, and the psi levels weren't even close to today's readings yet.

Hrm... have an idea.

So the dog came over last night.

I have never come across another dog who is so fussy as to how his fur is cut. It was nice looking through vids of cano eing races, analyzing the techniques and forms. He's still quite adamant about the perfect k1 stroke. Even if people using the "wrong" techniques can clock ridiculously fast timings.

I look at my poor ps2 and my soul cries out in sadness at the thought of it being neglected for so long. Need to get my hands on Valkyrie Profile 2. Some bloody how... its so hard to find a pg shop nowadays.




It looks outstanding unsafe to run tonight, so I'll stay alive. Stupid haze. Hope its better tomorrow.

The haze makes the streets look like something out of a horror movie.
Wanna go run, but not sure if it will be very safe to do so.

Drawing close to the next junction.

New opposing elements.

But sad to say, no one has beaten the LOD yet.

Getting close... too close.

The wheels are set in motion but whether they turn in time is another thing. The best plans are flexible ones.

Anyway,

Hooked up the agent with nig.

Not sure if he's mentally prepared for this world, I should think the current job would have given him some amount of practice, but the agent is an extremely complicated one to work with.

2 years ago when we first met I experienced all the excitement and eagerness too, but it was not handled the right way. Too giving, not firm enough.

And last night, he too proved to be no match to the agent's tactics.

Maybe I was wrong, and it was a bad idea. This is why I was so reluctant in the first place.

I can only hope that he's a fast learner.

Shit shit shit.

I got... composer's block.

Training today... alot of bad vibes coming back.

I hate not being able to row because I have to steer the boat, but when timed rest sets are concerned, there's no room for directional cock up. I know that drn feels the same way. Luckily I've done the sets before so I don't have to feel for the recovery time.

Getting pulled more and more to that type of method again. Need to think of alternatives fast, but it seems to be the only way to get things done sometimes. Then again, I pride myself in being able to think out of the box for these kind of things.

There are times when I want to take care of the team, because I see them as my little bros. So I tend to want to use encouragement more than the other way.

But,

A blade that cannot be sharpened on the sharpening stone needs to be heated.

Today's run: 12:04mins - new record for suckiness in a long time.

Set my alarm to ring at 12am last night but ended up waking up at 6am this morning.

So went to run at that time in the end.

Half awake, legs still asleep, thought the haze was better but ended up wheezing before I even finished the first small round. wtf.

Bloody Sumatran forests la, nothing better to do than to catch fire.

Which monster is more dangerous?

The one which comes on strongly onto his target, depending on intimidation to strike fear and turn the battle to its favor?

Or the one which does absolutely nothing to provoke the other. Until the time is right, to land that fateful sting?

The path from fear has more than one road.

For some, it is despair and helplessness.

For some, it is anger and hate.

For some, it is a fear of one's self, when you realize that the only thing to fear is yourself.

But who will be there to stop the monster, if it does not first stop itself?

Sunday:

DOTA spree.

Met up with Cedric for this "birthday party" at bishan gym at 3pm.

N TU training seems to have made his tricep a little bigger, but strength wise there seems to be no change... haha.

Appalled by the ridiculously long queue at the ksl chicken rice stall at 5pm, went over to the s11 one and the uncle gave me so much chicken, yum.

Reached home, surfed around, and set a new record of sleepy sickness takeover time - 6pm.

Slept from 6pm to 6am.... omgwtf. Think I really lacked sleep over the past few days.

Yeah um so regarding that night... and the nights before, it was just something done for fun. I know some of the other guys were taking it damn seriously, for some of them its like their 3rd-5th of such competiton? wth...

But all the big names in the industry at one point or another did one or two of these competitions, and I guess if you want to make it big you gotta do the same, too.



Suprise number one on finals night.



This was completely unexpected. And too close for comfort. Although the prize money would be nice, international leg of the comp in china is during november and missing regetta is not something that I will let happen.

Luckily I got the most boring question for Q and A section, the worse question you could get from the randomized list.

Well, at least I know I that I can play the himbo game, then again its not that himbotic because you really need nerves of steel, or an ego the size of a planet. Mine's the former!

And since I'm uploading photos....

First step toward the next race today. 1:26mins, 300m

I hate technique work so much, but its gotta be done.

Erm... they picked up drive B starts faster than expected. Though still can't do a 15 follow-up on their own if their lives depended on it... haiz.


The job went well. Didn't expect to get so many tips - didn't expect to have to do some things for tips, but it was pretty fun.

Was supposed to run but... legs were aching like hell so day off! haha.