Pardon the bimboticness.

I can't help but cringe with much disgust when I saw a brief recap of their performances just a while ago. And what was that Mathilda woman doing in the wildcard performance?!!? She should be in the top 12. And that Primero, he's waaaay off-tune, for the love of life. I cannot even bear to watch that a la cabaret performance by Siew Hoon (?) and honey, appearing on national tv with lipstick on your teeth is so not cool.

Janganlah awak-awak semua anggap yang saya ni eksyen bagus dan ngada-ngada nak kutuk orang. Mesti ada je yang mengata "e'eh dia ni, kalau bagus sangat pergi la masuk bertanding". Sebab saya tahu yang saya ni tak layak lah saya tak menyertai uji bakat tu. Saya cukup sedar akan kekurangan saya. Bukan macam sesetengah pihak tu. Kalau suara bak kodok panggil hujan, janganlah ye-ye orh nak jadi Singapore Idol. Boleh buat bulu telinga orang gugur, tahu tak? Menyampah, tahu tak menyampah?

Anyway.

Morning run turned out okay despite all the lactic build-up which kinda slowed me down towards the end. It felt incredibly good to perspire profusely after so long, and the adrenalin rush afterwards. Did some simple conditioning before we cleaned up and left for early lunch.

As much as I hate to be a sentimental wuss, I couldn't resist a surge of nostalgia as we stepped onto the track for our warm-up run. It felt like only yesterday we were going round the track in twos, stretching, looking retarded doing all the drills and then slogging with what had been given by Mr Tok for training program. I miss school.