I took a walk down memory lane today. Literally.
The little road that my mum used to walk me to school. The overview of the Northland Secondary school compounds that's visible from my old house. And that's 10 years ago. At that point, a feeling of nostalgia swept over me.
Just how quickly does time passes? No one can tell exactly, but we can feel it. Without realizing, 18 years of my life have already become part of my personal history. It's frightening to think that a few decades later, I'd probably be lying on my deathbed, having flashbacks of all the things that I have done in this lifetime.
I'm probably too young to be saying this, but I can feel that age is catching up with me, rapidly. After secondary school, it feels as if time has suddenly fast forwarded itself, everything just whizzed by, and suddenly, I'm gonna be a 3rd student in poly soon.
How true it is when people say that the secondary school days are the most memorable part of one's teenage years. Those were the carefree days, where all I had to worry about are grades, and fucked up teachers. Where breaking the rules with friends became a norm.
A bleak future lies ahead, while a obscured history overshadows me. Yet life goes on. Hur, and so goes the cliche phrase "that's life".
Ironically, things that happen further back in the past appears to be the most vivid ones.
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Keita appeared in my room at
2:58 PM
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