"time is relative."

who better to philosophize about that aspect of time than mr chin himself?

i know this sounds cliche but it does seem like only a few days ago that i was bouncing off to the airport to meet him.
excited is an understatement as i got there a good 50 minutes earlier.

and now, im down to the last 2 and a half days with him in singapore.

where did all the time go?
i have no answer.

with him, my days pass whizz by.
the waking hours always seemed jam-packed with things to do (constructive or otherwise.ha.) and i find that when i finally slow down, the blazing ball of fire has extinguished and its time to head to bed.
without him, my days drag trudge inch move at a snail's pace.

whenever he's around, i hate going to sleep because i know it means another day is down, and closer to him returning to perth.
whenever he's not around, i love going to sleep because i know it means another day is down, and closer to him returning to singapore.

sigh.
oh well.
its inevitable since we cant and wont ever be able to stop time.

but on the bright side (optimism at this point of time is crucial for survival and sanity), when he comes back in november, he'll be there for me when im having my exams, we'll be going to hongkong together, he's back for my 21st birthday, we'll be able to celebrate valentine's day together, he wont leave till end of feb and it'll be my last goodbye at the airport!

so yeah.
as much as we are broke, (im broke, he's utterly broke) im gonna make the most of the last few days.
but even if we spend the next 60 hours together, it still wont be an easy goodbye for me.
it'll never be, because no amount of time spent with him is enough to satiate me for the distance.

so do/did i ever have second thoughts about this relationship?


































no.
(: