Please let it be over and done with-

I feel like I have been forced to partake into a game which I do not wish to play. The pressure is something I did not expect.

Kebs and I ran up to Kent Ridge Park today in the cool air of the night. The last time I ran there, it was surprisingly easy, despite having ran a whole round the National University of Slopes before then. Today, I was disappointed to find that it took all my will to get myself to the top of the hill.

But as always, the sight is to behold takes away the pain of the uphill sky. Today, I saw the lights at the port, and thought of New York City, that stretch on Chelsea Harbour down at 12th Avenue. I loved it, dreamt of running there with my friends, but only ran there alone once. Kent Ridge Park, in spite of all the irony of the pollution from the port, is a beautiful place. I remember the pretty flowers on the slopes. I must see it again at the end of this year.