EACH BLINK WILL COST YOU MILLISECONDS.

Thoughts on the way home, outside school:

In primary school, the romance system worked this way:
1: There must be someone you 'like'.
2: 'Who you like' will be the most phenomenal secret in your entire existence.
3: If you ever tell anyone who that person is, it will be told to someone else.
4: It will.

Now as we get older, the romance system gets a little different:
1: There must be someone you like, but you are allowed to switch from time to time.
2: It's not that much of a secret, but if someone knows who it is and asks you if it's true, you are obliged to say "Shut up lah."
3: Usually the person is told, at some point.
4: If you're lucky, you'll go out for a while, and then break up.
5: if you're not, then too bad. That person might just go "Oh. Okay." or "Hah?! really?! Shit!"

Still, we get older, and eventually it will evolve to something like this. Well, for the guys as far as I know:
1: You don't have to 'like' someone.
2: Who you 'like' can be anyone, as long as they look good. (eg. "I'd hit it.")
3: That's pretty much it. And if someone stimulates your feelings enough, you get a girlfriend.

I have yet to know what the situation is like as we age further. Bleh.
Note: THESE ARE ALL ESTIMATES.
PS: I follow the third system, which explains why I can't answer all you idiots going "C'mon, who you like one???" "Don lie lah, must be someone", et cetera.

And here's a thought made while sitting on the tree stump up the hill to home:

I typed the full-stop of this sentence at exactly 6:54pm and 0 additional seconds, January the 29th, 2007.

That particular time will never occur again.
Doesn't really mean much, but it's kind of weird if you look at it that way, huh? That every passing second is a fresh, new one and will only exist once, ever.

6: 56 and 0 seconds.

And counting.

They're flying past, at a rate of One Second per Second.
And they're never coming back.


-Zan