Time.

Time is of the essence. Or so its said. Everything bows to the wield of Time. Everything...

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I checked. No vehicle. After reaching the middle of the zebra crossing, a motorbike ,out of no where, zoom passed. It nearly hit me. Huge emphasis on NEARLY. If I had been hit and died of a fatal wound, I wonder then...
I guess it is kinda young thinking about death. After all, we youngsters say that we have had it with life. But there are just so many avenues that have yet been explored or even opened. Is death what we actually want? Or is it an escape/lazy route we choose?

A journey down memory lane. Literally. Nostalgic presence as I passed by the roads thinking "mom drove pass these places to get me to school *pri* every morning". Time.

In a blink of an eye, I am 18. Soon, I'll be turning 19. I used to remember that I resented growing up. *kinda bring back the memories of S.H.E - 不想长大* Thinking that I would be contented with my friends back in Kindergarden. How fun =). Alas, nothing stops time.

Time heals all wounds. Does it?

Enough said.