Sometimes I find myself stepping into the past unconscientiously, reminiscing the good old times as though the past is the future and the future is the past. While recollecting, I smiled to myself stupidly. And then I thought, perhaps it isn't that bad to be living in the past once in a while. A nostalgia for those times, yes I admit. Time passed by and I woke up from my daze. I've spent my precious minutes staring into space instead of cherishing the time for last minute revision. Brace up and face it, I'd just greeted welcome to the reality again.

At the end of the day, I found myself saying, "Hey, it's time to move on".