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If I were to see a twenty year old me walking down the street, I would not know what to tell her. I absolutely have no idea. I wonder what it would be like if only we could rewind our life backwards. Will we end up where we are given that we are who we are? I kept a diary when I was a teenager and I flinch when I read about some of the thoughts I had then, so juvenile and rather inconsequential.
Here is what I remember. I was 17 years old, all eager to leave home so I signed up to become a student nurse in Australia. I was obviously unrealistic as I was incapable of becoming a nurse. I turned pale at the sight of blood. Once in my early teens, my late mother accidentally cut and slit her thumb when she was chopping some plastic in my father’s workshop. We lived upstairs and when I saw the blood oozing out, I almost fainted and was of no help.
Fortunately for me, when I informed my dad about making a train trip to Kuala Lumpur as I had to attend an interview at the Australian High Commission, he asked “what for” and when he found out that I had applied to become a student nurse, he told me that he would sponsor my tertiary education in Australia. He had always been too busy to know what year of school I was in. It then dawned upon him that I was about to finish upper secondary school and I did not want to continue my further education in my hometown. At that time, I thought he had only two daughters : me and my sister. The whole business about him having another secret family tugged in the same town was uncovered only when I was away. Again I was of no help to my mother.
In the seventies, education in Australia was free, it was therefore affordable. I left for Sydney a year later. The parting advice that my dad imparted to me was: 不 要感 情用事 Do not use emotion to tackle a problem. I guess he was telling me to follow my head and not my heart. I used to place my dad on the pedestal as he was a self taught man in many ways and led a very active life. Despite his busy schedule, he taught me to sing the Chinese classical song“茉莉花” Jasmine when I wanted to take part in the singing competition held in my primary school. It was a difficult song for a nine-year-old and I won the fourth prize. Apparently I scored marks for being expressive and for my dad it was simply the fact that I participated in the singing competition and winning a prize was just a bonus. I used to play the piano and dad would play the violin and I cannot remember when we stopped doing duets. We might have stopped our duet sessions when he injured his index finger at work and maybe it was around the same time, he had to divide his evenings between his secret family and the one he had with my mother. Maybe that was why he told me not to be emotional. On reflection, he was a man of contradictions and conflicting dynamics. He was ingenious, artistic and creative and at the same time he was very earthy. I found it particularly hard to reconcile my image of him when I found out about his other woman who appeared to me crass and vulgar and by far very different from my mother who was romantic and demure.
Twenty years old seems like another lifetime. Despite all the email about how life used to be so simple when there were no mobile phones, the internet and all that technology. I would beg to differ as I would like to be twenty again just because it is the internet age where everything you want to know may be just a tap away on your keyboard. The more you hit the search engines, the more things you discover and while you have to verify those information, it sends your adrenalin pumping and your heart racing so I end up with pages of stuff piled up on my laptop screen. Often I save the links for revisiting and with so much reading material to revisit and constantly new web pages to read, there is not enough time to digest them all. Suddenly there is an urgency to make sense of the world by trying to digest whatever stuff I happen to read as I stumble upon them on the internet or visits to the book store.
So yes please I would like to be twenty years old again because I want to access to all those information which are available on the internet as well as those printed copies of books where you can hold, turn the pages and savour the writing as you sip your coffee or wine . I want to have a second chance to read properly all the cases and texts that I had only studied enough just to get through the law examinations and understand the legal theory and jurisprudence with a sense of commitment. If you knew me then, you probably say, “ Get real, you will never be that diligent and conscientious girl.”
I always remember a word my English school teacher used to describe me. Flighty. How unflattering. Did she mean I was unreliable, undependable or fickle minded or just she could not pin me down? I would have thought as a teenager, I had the benefit then to be restless, open minded, hungry and impressionable. So you see why I wish to be twenty again just to have that privilege to be uncertain and experimental. At this age, I watch television series like Desperate Housewives and Mistresses and see how the women in their moments of indiscretion brought about disasters to their otherwise orderly life and as a result mess up the lives of their own and hurting those who love them. When I left home, I did not abide by those words which my dad had left me with; instead in the name of searching for romantic love, I had a tendency to fall for guys my parents did not approve of and fell out with guys they might have approved of. All these catastrophic affairs of the heart came to a halt when I was rudely awakened with the reality that I had in me a Cinderella complex so I set out on a mission to quash it .
So ask me, if I want to be young and twenty again, yes please because the world is a wonderful playground and I want the luxury to be spontaneous, impulsive, adventurous and run the risk of inviting catastrophes and have the unrestrained energy and optimism to pick up the pieces and move on. When you think ahead of all the possible consequences of any indiscretion that you might happen to contemplate and decide to act with caution and sensibility and when you always try to get ahead so you can be a little in control of your life and realizing that you cannot to a large extent and when cynicism has set in so naturally that you do not remember the time you were once naïve, that is when the aging process has kicked in with no return. 不 要感 情用事 Do not use emotion to tackle a problem. So those were the words my dad had uttered to me on the plane when he accompanied me to Singapore for my connecting flight to Sydney. He did not elaborate much.
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Howard Jacobson won the Man Booker Prize in 2010 for “The Finkler Question” which tells the story of Julian Treslove, an ordinary former BBC producer, Sam Finkler his philosopher friend from college and their former teacher Libor Sevcik and it is about love, relationships, friendships, loss, religion , betrayals, self discovery and aging. In“ How to be Good”, Katie Carr is a doctor and the main reason she has become a doctor is to be able to help people so she thought she was a good person until her sinister and angry husband became seemingly a better person when he befriended an alternative healer, DJ Goodnews ( bad news to Katie) and decide to do good by helping the homeless people by bringing them back to share the home he had with Katie. In “We Had it So Good” by Linda Grant, the baby boomers are in their sixties and after living the lives they had , Stephen Newman realized that he had ended up with a life which could not be more conventional and ordinary although his life seemed to be full of promises as he sailed across from America to England as a Rhodes Scholar who was sent out of Oxford when he was caught tearing out pages from the library books for purpose of manufacturing LSD by way of synthesis . So time passed and suddenly Stephen had to confront with the reality that his life had come to nothing special except that he had been lucky all those years although it could be better. Reading these fictions take you through a journey where nothing much seem to happen yet the characters move you and touch you and at times you just marvel at the fitting description of scenes or people by the respective writers, different writing style nonetheless full of wit and keen observation about modern life in the present world. At this age I am able to empathize with the emotions of these fictional characters but certainly not when I was twenty years old.
On second thought, maybe if you ask me to be twenty again. I think not as I know given what I knew then, I probably would have still let those good years slip by and if that were to happen, I would not be able to forgive myself for not doing my bit in giving my best to the world once again. Meanwhile I listen to Art Garfunkel and get that nostalgic feeling and slow down that rising sense of urgency to understand life a little better. I believe it is only human to be emotional. Maybe my dad was simply telling me not to base any decisions I had to make on what I felt or what I imagined would have made me happy. I wish I had a chance to talk to my dad about the little piece of advice he had tried to pass on to me . If I did, he probably would not have remembered and I just happen to remember those words. Not that it really matters now.