It’s really a challenge to think of ways to occupy your every single minute as you’re watching the clock tick and just waiting. Waiting waiting waiting, for time to pass. It’s even tiring.

And there’s no one around, no one to talk to. Only me, and the computer. Then again, the computer’s not very fun either. No one’s really talking. There’s a limit to how much msn/facebook/channel news asia/taiwan tourism website/deviant art/google and all that nonsense one can take right?

And I’m doing everything I can to entertain myself. That includes reading, and listening to music, eating and smsing.

What a challenging job.
I feel like a loner thrown on an island.

Like why do I even walk 5 minutes to come here and do this when I can really do all these things at home?

And why do all these teachers run in and out panting, looking so tired and busy, when they can just GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO. Okay, looks like I’m done with entry #2 for the day.

Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? – The Time Traveler’s Wife



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cheryl tan (: 12 06 1989
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4 Responses to NUMBER 2

  1. meanie says:

    i like “why is love intensified with abscence?” (:

  2. mons says:

    uh cos absence makes the heart grow fonder?

  3. justeafortissimo says:

    hello! yes absence does have some sort of pernicious effect on the emotional self. and herein lies the marrow of the issue, the nub of the problem.

    maybe the solution to mitigate any pain consequently casued by the absence of a loved one, really is catharsis after all; listening to old, sad songs and writing amative poems and letters of lovely declaration the other party might never get to read.

    many of us don’t have that kind of luxury, to tell that special someone, “you’re being missed. badly.”

    but life is short. so we must cherish lor.

  4. thycherry says:

    haha omg that was just a line from a book :D

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