23.8km, from Haw Par Villa to NTU.

I must say that I surprised myself. Although I had initially wanted to try the full marathon distance, but the schedule prevented me from doing so.. but somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I would die out by the end of 10km. But when it was 17km or so, I was still feeling fresh. It was only after that, at International Walk after the Cadbury factories, that my whole left fibula started to go numb. The numbness spread throughout my whole left leg, and even when I walked, I couldn't walk straight. Kept tumbling into Chew and Chunhow. Szewei was right. It wasn't the cardio.. it was the muscle aches. Till now my Achilles tendon and my knees still hurt like crap. Mr Yong finished 2nd. 168km in 26h 11min 3sec. All I ran was like 1/8 of the distance.. and I already felt like shit. Yeah Chunhow. We're the unfittest gold medallists in the bloody world man.

Somehow, I still managed to have lunch with Chew, Tom and David at Jurong Point, AND went to town to shop for Amanda's present with Sam, AAAAAND went for Henry/Dav's celebration at Marche. Ugggg. I think tomorrow I'll have to be carried up the steps of NJ.

Besides that, I was in a rather ruminative mood today. Yesterday I visited/went past many places that held some rather poignant memories to me. Suntec Food Court, Sakae Sushi at Wheelock, Borders, Nike/Adidas at Suntec.. Kinokuniya's art section that day was worse. It really was rather.. nostalgic. It was also today that I realised how much I know about someone, but yet we're not even close now. It's just so weird that fate loves to play these little games with us. La Tortura. I know you love coke. I know where you live. I know your little quirks (Ribena with pearl), your fascination with my Levis shades. Your love for taking truckloads of photographs. I know you don't really like oysters. Plus your family, your birthday.. stuff like that. But I guess I'll never know how much you know/knew about me. Perhaps you've chosen to forget. I don't know. I don't even call it a friendship now, but sometimes, despite the constant negation, I suppose nostalgia still delivers its sucker punch once in a while.

I will TRY to do math/history while watching Chelsea vs Liverpool. Hah. That is if I can stay awake.