After a few days of making reports and beating deadlines, I felt like I've had enough of it. All I wanted was to do nothing. Then yesterday, the hard disk of the desktop that I'm using at the office was reformatted and I found myself "jobless" for a day...which was fine...for a few minutes. Then the hours after that seemed to drag on. Doing nothing, I found out, is a hard thing to do.
There's a saying that says The time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time. But what exactly is wasted time? It's a question that asked for a subjective answer. And yesterday at the office is one good example of wasted time.
When I was a teenager, I've spent so much time with my friends. We spent hours talking, telling jokes, inventing ghost stories and go home with smiles on our faces. At other times, we spent afternoons beach combing (I had a collection of cowries and driftwoods which I made into a lamp shade) and inevitably, watching the sun as it sinks into the darkening blue horizon, hushed and everyone strangely deep into his own thoughts.