As the young matures into a working adult, Time can be a double edge sword. Vexed by work or indulging in their night watering holes, Time can accelerate or grind to a complete halt.
Days drag into weeks and matures into months. Wrinkles and white hair appear and everyone gets into the frenzy to hide the trances left behind by Time. They rush from work and back home, from facial salons to hair salons, from offices to gyms... in their frantic bid to stop the aging brought by Time.
Rushing, rushing and more rushing. They honk impatiently, speed unnecessarily and even speed dating.
They multi-task, grab take-away meals and answer their never-stop-ringing mobile phones.
Work soon gave way to marriage and a role-reversal takes place. Instead of them rushing around, they rush to ferry kids from one activity to another; rushing home instead of their water-holes.
Time soon sped by and their futile attempts to restraint time came to a naught. In their twilight years, they sit back and realise how hard it is to get by in a day.
Their mobiles and what-not berries were exchanged instead for hearing aids.
Merz and BMWs gave way to wheelchairs; Starbucks lattes become kopi-o, kopi-c.
Spaghetti make way for mee-pok; bright sparkling teeth gradually got replaced by dentures.
Time can be very cruel indeed.
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