Time Waits for No Man, Or Does It?

Time.

An object of subjectivity.

They say time waits for no man.

I say not necessaraly.

How can it be that it only felt like yesterday when I entered primary school 10 years ago, whereas it felt like an age since I went for my NUS audition, which was actually only slightly more than a month ago?

I can't explain that.

This is what has happened when time successfully manipulates you.