Sense of Time

I actually thought of this while watching Hua Mulan last December(when no amount of entertainment could satisfy my longing for that person)

For someone who looks forward to something, time seems so slow
For someone who neglects to cherish the present, time flies so fast
But for someone who simply enjoys each moment, time slips just the way it must.

In the most usual scenerio (where I assume everyone can relate),
For a student who hates a particular class,
yet being responsible doesn't cut classes but still endures an hour or so of ultimately boring lecture or tension for recitation,
The clock ticks every quarter and a minute seems like an hour

For the pupil who merely goes through his classes because he must,
crams on exams because he must pass,
crams more on project and paper deadlines because it might be his one last hope,
but never really learns or retains a thing
A term is just a week
Add to that the student who enjoys looking at his crush,
and contents himself to love,
but doesn't really make any move to be loved
For him, 42 hours is just like a second

And yet for a learner who enjoys each moment in his class,
takes time to learn,
takes time to reflect,
takes time to get to know his classmates,
makes friends and meets potentials
An hour is an hour
A minute a minute
A second a second

So...
if this thought came upon me late last year, why would I need to write it down here just now?
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Because it hit me once again...

Earlier this term, I wanted everything to move faster. I wanted to get it done with the modular, to move on to the term when I can push my luck to be a DL once again, to meet new people, to see another someone...and to forget...

But yesterday, February 9, I wanted to hold back the time. I wanted to return the hands of time to the second week of January and relive each day of my life with hope, with enthusiasm and diligence, with dedication to my studies, with determination and perseverance.

---WHAT HIT ME?---
My grades
My sanity over my insanity(the psychosomatic thing in particular)
And the only reason...the reason for all my other reasons! ü

But then...

In less than a week, we are about to move on to a different field as we try our abilities in to the real thing. I don't know what lies ahead. I ain't sure if I can't make it. I can't say exactly how will my performance go...

But there's one thing I know... there will be this longing once again for March 15 to come, for me to live each day of that one last month, that one last time the space between 'us' are still close, that one last moment when the boundaries are still surpassable...

I know it's totally ironic with my realizations...
I know it's wrong 'coz I won't be on the right track of time...
I know it won't do any good as it would only jeopardize my on-time graduation...

The irony of life...

But then again,
with the situation these days, is anyone really on track?