For One More Day

Sudden torrent of many thoughts. Don't really know where I should start.

I discovered that some things that my father have been doing all these years, some of which embarrassed me to no end, are actually simply what guys enjoy doing.

Like making fun of the waiter/waitress. Was at MindCafe with my colleagues yesterday and the guy colleagues were bullying the poor waiter serving us. Looked like they were trying to stir trouble but we all knew it was just good fun, no harm intended.

Then I thought of my father and realised how silly it was of me in the past to feel that he was being a nuisance for trying to make things difficult for the server. I guess for guys, the purpose is just to win some laughs.

I have to start to get to know my parents more. I don't want to feel what my father always predicts when he's angry, "以后我死了你就会明白我为什么会这样！

到时候后悔已经来不及了。"

Don't you just hate hate hate parents who issue such threats when they are trying to force their kids to submission? I think it's too cruel, and we (Hanxu and I) always got angry and cried when we heard this. That was in the past, when we were kids.

Now that I'm grown up, when I start thinking about the possibility of that actually happening, I still want to cry.

Was reading "For One More Day" by Mitch Albom, the one who wrote "The Five People You Meet In Heaven". Charlie was really lucky. He lost his mum, but he had one last day to be sorry and let his mum know that he's sorry.

For the majority of us, we don't get the chance to get past regret. Even if you're sorry, whoever left would never know it. So it becomes this pain that will be dangling there forever.

So, yes I know this has been repeated so many times but treat every day like that one last day please. You don't want to be overflowing with whatever you're feeling for a certain person only to know that that person is no longer there to receive it.

Ok byebye.