Time.

what is time? I've once saw a picture on tumblr. it says 'There is no time. There is only clock.' I have to say that this is really true. If there wasn't a clock, or you didn't have any sort of device to tell you that it's 12 or 2 or 7, we wouldn't know it. Time is like the wind. It's invisible, and we feel it passing by. just that the wind pass by occasionally, whereas as time passes and brings away things you can't bring back, you start to feel it,

How many of you actually looked back and thought that at this point of time, at the age of eighteen, nineteen or twenty, that you actually achieved something and left no regrets. No matter how much you achieved up to this stage of life, there will always be regrets. but the thing about regret is, don't let it happen again. Time won't come back. neither would there be extra time.

Many say for fun 'Huh, you don't know this cartoon? sia la. you no childhood.' I often say I don't have much a childhood. being born as the youngest and with a sister that is seven years older, by the time I'm in primary 1, my sister is already secondary 2. That huge gap almost left me playing by myself, watching the tv by myself. while many would be out playing with friends, I rather stay indoors at my grandma's room and just stone or play with the dolls my grandma bought for me. I wasn't exactly no childhood, but sometimes there are just things that other kids enjoyed that I couldn't. Like having a friend or sibling to play with through out your childhood. or having tons of stuff toys on your bed, or eating chocolate as you wish. FYI, I had serious allergies to dust when I'm young so no stuff toys. even up to today. Chocolate is a big nono too. I always nose bleed when I just have a little but of it. And come to think of it, I kinda only went out with my friends to really play like less than a total of 10 times. throughout my primary school life. oh well. never was a person who belonged to the outdoors. I just cooped at home and played with my dolls. yes I play dolls. geez.

Up to secondary school, honestly all I remember was playing for a little during lower secondary. before my extrovert side died. okay, not gonna touch on that area since I've received pretty much concerns from people around me. sad things, just leave it behind. So anyway, for as much as I remember, my secondary school life basically revolves around school, dance, Amk hub and home. oh and tuitions on weekends. nothing much. never went really havoc or anything. not like I would want to either. everyday in school was like living as a zombie kind of thing. And I never learnt how to dressed up, or had a boyfriend or get into any sort of 'exciting' part. but I do kinda miss my secondary school life. but as I said, you can't turn time back.

Now that I'm in poly. and my goodness I already ended my year 1. still remembered how excited I was to receive my enrollment package and now it's my juniors then alrdy. seriously, this tells me how much that time doesn't really exist. you can see how time is moving from an to pm, from day to night, from today to tomorrow to the following day. but it's only when you start to realize that everyday you live through, is a step nearer to the next phase, you realize the effects of time and feel it.

okay. I've no idea what am I saying. but all I have to say is that. Everyday we are living, there's is only gonna be only today. there won't come a day the same. as much as I'm blogging here and not doing anything that fantastic. I sincerely hope that I will change my ways and make full usage of my days.

Time doesn't show itself. But it has the capability to bring away things that we can never bring back. And it has the ability to make us forget that there is a limited amount of time because we can't really feel it gone bit by bit, second by second.

Smile, Love, Cry. do anything you want with your time. Just remember to do it when you want to. Don't waste time. Just because you can't see it. doesn't mean it is infinity.

that's it folks. -insert looney tunes music and bugs bunny voice-

p/s: Idk what I'm talking also la. but if you could make out some sense out of this blog post, I would be grateful. but if you can't... still thanks for reading. I love you all.