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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Cycling all the way from Pasir Ris, through Tampines, through Simei, through Upper East Coast, through East Coast Park all the way to the area after Big Splash was insane.
Halfway on the journey back, I died and dialled an emergency number. My dad's handphone number, and yup, rescue arrived in the form of my dad and the Stream.
Hallelujah.
I'm not trying the stunt again anytime soon.
Mumbled @ {10:49 PM}
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