I hate that I worked so hard only to give up at the last leg. It's just one day. Why couldn't I do it? I hate it when people say that I look stressed or tired. They don't get it. I hate admitting that I am. The Ubin hike was an example. Carrying a ?kg bag across 7-9km, only to give up at the last leg...that irks me. And to think that some people looked towards me as motivation (so they say on Facebook) to continue the hike... That was a pleasant thought but still...to think I carried the bag all the way only to exchange it with one of the water bottle carriers just a few km from OBS saddens me. It's the same with ULP. It's the last contact session! My gosh...what have I done? How am I supposed to answer to my VI and YO? Oh man...
P.S. I get a perverse thrill of looking as untidy as possible. Then I'll flag down a taxi and give them my address and pay them with a big note. It's the same with salespeople. The expression on their faces are priceless. Superficial humans...