I <3 my bike.

SIX brave young men, SIX bicycles, SEVENTY-EIGHT THOUSAND AND SEVEN HUNDRED EIGHTY metres (78.78 kilometres), in EIGHT hours and FORTY-EIGHT minutes.

ONE minor injury, NO casualty, and NO damaged bikes

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There is no good thing about me being the most indecisive human being that ever walked on Earth.

But the good thing is, whenever I submit myself to peer pressure, I always end up having a good time. HAHAHA

So! What happened was that Nalaka, Niko, Savy, Weijie, Yin To, and I went cycling around Singapore.

We just finished our mock exams last week and this week is a holiday so we decided to.. you know.. release all the stress we’ve accumulated over the two-week exam period.

We, like, literally, cycled around the whole island:

We started off at ECP. Rented six bikes for $12 for the whole, with no overnight charge! How cool is that?

Anyway, here’s a chronological order of our journey in the form of photographs:

Trust me, cycling for 78.78km in not-so-good bicycles with not-so-good bicycle seats is not a good idea if you’re not willing to bear the excruciating pain on your ass, balls (for guys), legs, knees, and back. And cycling using the the most difficult gear was a bit of an… unplanned and unwanted suicide attempt. Like teenage pregnancy. My leg muscles were crying with so much lactic acid, so much that I felt my leg muscles were being dissolved into fragments of organic molecules.

Jurong Point, gas stations, convenience stores, MRT Stations, and other sources of heavenly toilet urinals and refreshments were green-less oases erected across the unforgiving cemented desert. We had to stop here and there to take a leak or to refuel ourselves. Our frequent stopovers made me come into a realization that our bicycles were amazingly strong and sturdy and amazingly difficult to ride on (no pun intended).. and our bodies, although as agile as the wind, are as fragile as toilet paper.

It was also a good moment to explore Singapore. I mean, I’ve been around Singapore for the past four years, but I was always travelling behind the smudged windows of the bus or the MRT, sitting down on a more-or-less more comfortable seat, listening to my MP3 player. but this time it was different. No smudged windows; just my spectacles smudged by condensing water vapour. No aircon; just the cool breeze of wind coming from the miniature Singapore rainforests. No comfy seats; just that small piece of rubber seat squeezing my balls who are carrying the brunt of my weight. And no MP3 music; just the noise of people, cars, buses, trains, trucks, traffic signals, birds, dogs, rain, the sound dissipated by the breaks, the rustling of leaves, the splashing of water, the trickling of rain, the breaking of twigs lying on the ground, the heavy breathing, and many other random things.

There were exhilarating moments, such as the downhill slopes along Mandai Avenue. It was like an amazing roller coaster ride, the only difference being the leaves and twigs and soft tree branches hitting your face, splashing cool mountain (or hill) dew on my face as I passed by them, and since I was excruciatingly tired and exhausted and perspiring excessively – but still gasping for a little bit of cooling, hydrating water on my skin – the violent whips of green flora became so refreshing to the point that it felt orgasmic, giving me an unimaginable tingling sensation rushing throughout my whole body.  There were also times where we felt like lying down in the middle of the road, where we felt like we died as we cycled against gravity (especially along Mandai Road), but we kept on cycling and cycling and cycling.. and well… guess what? we eventually spanned 78.78 kilometres of Singapore soil (mostly cement). Actually, it kinda reminded me of Forrest Gump!

“Run, Forrest, Run!!!”

This was like…

“Cycle, Rowland, Cycle!!!”

And trust me too, it was (AWESOME FUN)^infinity.

And a very important moral lesson: Do not wear boxers when cycling.

+ 1 or 2 kg.

Hello.

There has been an emanating desire to do all my assignments and projects before the June holiday comes to its most undesired culmination, but the bed is simply so inviting. For the past few days I have been waking up only to find out that lunch is getting cold on the dining table, and all I have to do is to get up, wash up, gargle, brush my teeth, and eat my BRunch. And after that I find myself lying down on the couch in the living room, twice immersed in the weirdest and most hallucinating dreams.

And there’s the computer which does nothing but open up the same websites for me over and over again: friendster, facebook, multiply, blogger, wordpress, deviantart, maxim (:<, youtube, hotmail, yahoo and google. And for once this year I have drastically lost interest in MSN, yay! which is a very good thing – hopefully I’ll finally abstain from it.

But there’s yahoo! messenger which lets me play pool with Eunice, but it’s ok ’cause I’ve been getting some winning streaks for the past few days.

And my NatGeo and Discovery Channel marathons, particularly my Mythbusters marathons, are driving me crazy!

It’s a happy life. I think I’m gaining some weight! \:D/