Time Flies.
Today is Hansel’s one-month old celebration. What the hell? It’s a month?! Feels like an hour ago when I saw her sister sitting in the living room playing PSP with her big stomach and now, he’s been born for a freaking month?! Okay, I don’t think I mentioned it before, Hansel is Grace’s nephew. Time Flies.
Which reminds me, my June holidays has reached its two weeks mark. Time Flies and shit, I have not done my homework.
And it is already half a year gone past me, which means that in a six months time, which is this extremely fast and short period of time I have just gone by, I’m going to be 15. It feels like yesterday when i was stil chiong-ing my PSLE and having very good fairytale, dreamy bubbles about my secondary school life which have all been burst since like, I don’t know, day 5? I still can remember random scenes from my P1 life which was very simple and I rather enjoyed it, and those scenes feel so strangely close although it’s been 7 years, meaning half my life past me. Time Flies.
My grandma’s current domestic helper, Auntie Yati, affectionately known as Auntie Yamati or just Mati (which means die), who returned to us as a domestic helper a while ago first came to us as our domestic helper when I was like, five. FIVE!! That translates into me knowing her for nine years. Time Flies.
It feels like yesterday when I first got hold of the writers’ strike and realised that Grey’s Anatomy is going to be put on hold for like, three whole months and this wave of sadness overcame me. And now, Grey’s anatomy is back for a good three months and has ended its season a few weeks ago and we are all anxiously waiting for the great season 5.
It also feels like just a while ago when I was standing at the school foyer, jumping over others to see my class allocation and realised that Sing Qing and Grace, my first primary school classmates are going to be in the same class as me. Time Flies.
I guess sometimes, when it hits you that this moment is forever gone, you have this huge wave of sadness and loneliness and helpless-ness as to what you can do. i mean, as I am typing and as whoevcer is reading, time just trickles past and the seconds and are ticking away can never be found back. 6/6/08, 11.40.46p.m. is forever and ever gone. You can never hold it anymore. The world around is ticking and yet there’s nothing to be done. And the supposed worst is that you don’t do something to make this fraction of a second worthwhile, which is what I’m currently doing and what everyone else is doing, I mean, there’s nothing much to be done anyway, or at least, you can’t do much. It’s rather impossible to make every nanosecond worthwhile, but in certain moments, a touch, a look, a step can be life-transforming. A car accident happens in that one moment, you meet your husband in that one moment, you sign that contract in that one moment, you write down that critical answer that allows you an A1 in that one moment, you strike lottery in that one moment. It’s just that one moment. But not every moment is that one moment, we have so many damn moments in our life, but the few that actually makes a difference are, well, those few. So, when you have blankness in your mind, or just closing your eyes or watching Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet share a kiss, or just stoning, or just quietly listening, these might not always be worthwhile but it’s just a simple passing of a moment. These simple passings may not always be bad, and you don’t always need to follow what your teachers and those people tell you to do, which is to ‘treasure every moment and make it worthwhile’. But, you need passings of a moment, you need to get past those moments and move on and these simple passings which are considered not worthwhile can maybe, just maybe, contribute to that one life-changing moment. So passings are also life-changing, it’s all part of a destiny, right? moments are fractions of a destiny, moments are like, the simplest particle of a destiny. Moments decide everything, they are so important yet so easily ignored and neglected, but, what if they were made to be neglected? What if, moments are supposed to be neglected? Maybe, it’s all part of one’s destiny, that is to ignore those moments, the simplest particle of your life, to make you regret something, or for you to make mistakes? Maybe, just maybe. I guess it really hits one hard when a moment flies past. Time really Flies.
It’s amazing how Time Flies.
