3 hours

3 hours holds special meaning today.

3 hours. the approximate length of sleep Jane and I had to do without because we tumbled out of beds while the sky was still dark to meet Dennis, Eugene and Sunny for a walk. 

3 hours. the maximum my poor knees can take of walking up and down slopes with high |gradient|. note the absolute sign! haha i think it’s quite dumb how using mathematical symbols gets me so excited. cheap thrill. anyway back to my knees, groaan what is wrong with them? they didn’t hurt a bit in Cambodia (except for the 6h bus rides), so I thought they were a-ok already. next week’s sport is swimming.

and 3 hours proved to be a little too short for time spent with my stalker (stalkee) whom i hardly see even though we study in the same school. we took a whole 30 minutes to decide where to eat! then we basically roamed around suan-ing each other. gosh, why do we do such things? hahah here’s to the only person who knows the reason i cried. (even though it took her half a year for me to admit it haha. see i wrote it here so no more blackmailing) cheers to yy, for being one of the few people whom i can spent 3 hours with without feeling like i have to be more/less than I am. & a solemn toast to Cafe Cartel’s fantastic ribs. photos will arrive, when they do.

what a day. now all i need to do is get through my nightly routine, and crash onto my bed, hoping my knees will recover for another long day tomorrow.