What if you have one more day with someone you'd lost?

Finally.. I finished reading 'For One More Day' which technically could be finished within a day... simply love it..

Although it seems rather surreal, it makes me relook into my life, my past and my relationships with my closed ones...

It made me think of "the times my mother stood up for me" and "the times I did not stand up for my mother"... I think you should too... pg 138 taught me a real lesson which perhaps came too late..

The story also explores questions of regret, divorce, and how we would spend one special day with the ghost of someone we loved. The part where the main character keep chasing the elusive love of a person (his dad) who wasn't worth it in the first place seemed haunting.

There was one paragraph in the book that got me thinking...
"As the sun is going down, it's coming up someplace else in the world. .... It's such a big world.. something is always happening somewhere.. Do you ever think while something is happening, about what's happening someplace else?... "

I do....

Sometimes, I wonder what so and so is doing right now...

• whatever happened to Susan a friend I knew in Primary One who migrated to London.. (Wow.. that's a whole separate story which I'll put as a footnote* )
• whatever happened to Mark Ong whom I discussed marriage with at the age of 15
• whatever happened to my 18 yr old Nepalese porter who told me he'll go back to school
• whatever happened to my grandfathers' other families whom I've only heard of.. .never met..

Was wondering at the same time, what are the odds of another person reading this book, that line at that same point in time... or for that matter, what are the odds of a person blogging about For One More Day at this very minute. Very slim odds but not impossible... I know.. I know.. It seems trival and some people would go "Siao... nothing better do to".. .. but I believe every thought, every sense tells us something...

So, what if you have one more day with someone you'd lost, what would you do?


*footnote
I had a 'best friend' in primary one. Her name is Susan.. can't remember her surname. 'Leong' perhaps.. not sure.. One day, she told me she'd be leaving. She said London. I think I didn't know where it was only knew that it's some Ang Moh country. I didn't take it seriously. We went for recess as per normal. We sat side by side during lessons as usual and one fine day, she 'disappeared'... "migrated".. that's what my teacher said. (I had no clue what that word meant back then.. it was too 'chim' for me.)

I went home crying but hid my tears for I didn't want my mum to find out. When I realised my mum was busy, I secretly went to the phone, pulled out the thick residential telephone directory and anxiouxly flipped to "S" section.. When I got there, I was shocked... there were so many Susans... I finally found the one with the correct surname (I still can't remember what it was) and I promptly dialled. I remembered hearing a male voice over the phone. I asked for Susan.. and he said she's not in... then I remembered asking why did she leave... and I remember going on and on asking about where is she etc etc... and then the person kept asking me where is my mummy.

haha... It was only a few minutes later did I realise I could have dialled the wrong number when he told me Susan was working. Working?? Adult perhaps.. Damn (Of course I didn't curse at that age... I guess it was thinking of an equivalent of 'damn' from a child's point of view)

And with that I hung up and gave up on contacting her... didn't even say bye

I still have her picture though..

So what if I had one more day with her before she left... silly.. I get her number, her address and I'll give her mine...

Hmmm... what are the odds of Susan XYZ from Marymount Convent Class 1A (1986) reading this blog entry... hmmm...

Time is relative...

Watched a movie which seemed a lot like Love Actually.. a series of love stories weaved into one movie.. with some connections of sorts between them....

The movie: Paris Je'Taime

The movie, mainly in French, features famous stars like Natalie Portman, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Elijah Wood, Juliette Binoche, Nick Nolte etc etc...

The difference between Love Actually and Paris Je'Taime is that the latter consists of 18 love stories, each no more than 7 minutes.

Before watching the movie, I couldn't understand how a love story could be told within 7 minutes.. Well, it can apparently... 18 times to be exact...

It brings me to think of how time is relative when it comes to love... it can happen anytime, be it within 7mins or 7 years.. and it can also dissipate in a matter of time if not treasured or it can last a lifetime...

It's ironic... when we were young, we wanted to quickly grow up and when we are old enough... we want time to slow down.. But in this modern age where everything seems so fast paced, it seems impossible to slow time down... As a Jedi, time seems to pass by more quickly. Everytime I chat/meet up with ex-padawans, I'm reminded of how fast time flies. It's a sweet feeling though, cos all are doing well and getting on with their lives.

Was just told by an ex-student, that in 4 days time, they will be getting their A levels.. my first batch of grad students... they are soon going to graduate from their college.. And very soon, they will be doing their NS or going on to study in a University. Nice... I wish all those who are taking their A level results this Fri all the best...

Gd luck Cons, Ah Ming ger, Ah Ber.. may you get the results you worked hard for..

Boy does time flies..

Forgiveness is easier said than done... but one must still try...

Was told to by my NTU lecturer yesterday to forgive and I said I already did... but is it real forgiveness? Perhaps, I'm not ready to make nice....


DIXIE CHICKS
"Not Ready To Make Nice"

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round

It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell andI don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting