So on friday, went to family chalet. had bbq. it has been ages since the whole family come down to gather. All the uncles and aunties i never seen for so long because i was almost working every weekend last time.
Small little cousins have already grown up so much, become more handsome and more pretty. Good!
So, i left at around midnight towards Tampines for the SCSM, meeting up with ivan, derrick, jason, boon and hwa.
From now, i will let the pictures do the talking :)
Lying on the streets...
The street is ours for the night. lol
And it starts to brighten up...
Finally e leading pack runners, mostly from kenya.
Have you ever seen construction workers so passionate ?! OMG! It stunned me.
On a side note, towards the end when people are finishing the 42.something km run right, there are many strangers that are lined up voluntarily. I SWEAR. They hold up little notes and posters and shout encouragements like " Well done! " , " Cmon, last km ". I swear every such moments i felt like bursting into tears. Seriously. because its like they are fellow strangers but the kind of encouragement to runners, and when runners clap as a sign of thanks, it touches me. The feeling last for only a few secs, but it always happen because there are so many runners running past. Thus when i see the runners react, the feeling comes up again. Hais. Sentimental.
Womans run. Hmm, pretty some of them. lol
The mens run.
You see this plant down here. Whats wrong ? Guess!
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Tadah! Poor plants!
So after the marathon, went home bathe and went down to the chalet without a sec of eye shut!
Yeah, forgot to mention it was 2 storey real big chalet with balcony. phow. haha. Government chalet, government rich what.
On a side note, towards the end when people are finishing the 42.something km run right, there are many strangers that are lined up voluntarily. I SWEAR. They hold up little notes and posters and shout encouragements like " Well done! " , " Cmon, last km ". I swear every such moments i felt like bursting into tears. Seriously. because its like they are fellow strangers but the kind of encouragement to runners, and when runners clap as a sign of thanks, it touches me. The feeling last for only a few secs, but it always happen because there are so many runners running past. Thus when i see the runners react, the feeling comes up again. Hais. Sentimental.
