We entertained ourselves singing everything from Jai Ho to Tearin' Up My Heart, from Pokerface to Born To Make You Happy. We didn't sing any rock songs though. It's kind of weird to sing rock songs when you're on a cycling high.
Nicoll Highway was a bit of an adventure. A crazy car drove past the line beside us, in the opposite direction. As it turns out there was a road block in front, so the guy was probably drunk or on drugs. We were saying that the guy had big balls for pulling such a stunt but they probably shrunk upon seeing the police which was why he turned to flee.
When we reached East Coast Park we started off right at the front. It was like Tour de France.
By the time we were done with the phototaking, my clique was half-dead. I wasn't all that lethargic but finally succumbed to the zzz monster on Shah's car back home.
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