10km.

I woke up and it was 4a.m. on the screen of my iPhone. Snoozed the alarm and tumbled around. I had to actually wake up at 4a.m. to go for a 10km! What a life! Well, after much procrastination, I finally gathered enough energy to stand up and wash up.

At the F1 Pit-stop was a sea of red. Literally, the red sea with only the barriers dividing it. Hannan and I had to push through the masses just to reach the middle portion of the crowd. That sets us back by a homo sapien sapiens from the starting line. Just 5 minutes before the race a voice blared through the sound-system. That accent was so familiar. The voice reverberated through my skull. It was just toooooo familiar.

Well, after I was done with the route (Singapore flyer to the Indoor Stadium, up Bugis and down to the Flyer again, all in 56 mins :) *thats achievement*)I grabbed my finisher's wristband and waited at where my school flag was. "*words words words", the voices was speaking again. I went closer only to see Utt speaking. The shock! The flabbergasted look on my face that could have stopped aliens in their search for intelligent civilisations. It was no wonder the voice was so familiar.