Memories of the Wind.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Time. Where has it gone to?
I love riding pillion on the bike. Beats sitting in a car and being tied to it by the seatbelt. On a bike, I feel comfortable and unrestrained. The wind blows hard on your face, and everything seems to whiz past you. Of cause, the scenery whizzes past you even if you are in a car, but a biker's view is totally different from a passenger in a car.
Come to think of it, it has been quite a while since I sat on my friends' bike. The last time was a few months ago, before the exams. This is a major indicator that I have neglected meeting them. The irony is that we met more before the exams.
I suppose we are more busy after it.
No time for friends. No time for ourselves.
Where has time gone to?
Off to find it.
*poof*
Ooh. Before that, hope to cya peeps one more time before we say bye bye to 2006.
An English tribute to 2006 coming up.
*poof*
Come to think of it, it has been quite a while since I sat on my friends' bike. The last time was a few months ago, before the exams. This is a major indicator that I have neglected meeting them. The irony is that we met more before the exams.
I suppose we are more busy after it.
No time for friends. No time for ourselves.
Where has time gone to?
Off to find it.
*poof*
Ooh. Before that, hope to cya peeps one more time before we say bye bye to 2006.
An English tribute to 2006 coming up.
*poof*
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