Saturday, November 26, 2011
144 Days
The problem with being alone is not the sense of loneliness, but the lack of interaction with other human beings. My parents gone for a holiday, and I've spent another day alone at home (even though my sis's still in s'pore but there's no difference at all).
Time passes by real slow. You've got lots of enjoyable things to do (like billion of unwatched movies, millions of uncompleted games, or even maybe a few books unread...you kinda get what i mean) but you just don't seem to have the mood to do any of those. It's amazing how you've got so much time to spend on so many things yet you just don't feel like doing. You know you need to enjoy these suffice periods of freedom to carry them out. You know these opportunities are as rare as a blue moon. But somehow and some unknown stupid reason, you are just too sian to do it.
Now, that's how I felt about today. Wasted.
As I've always like to say:
life sucks.
monono
{11:17 PM }
