It’s a Monday holiday in Singapore, and we made the most out of it. 

Over the past several weeks, it felt like there wasn’t enough time on the clock to do the things we needed to do. We made use of the holiday to slow down and catch up. 

We had food delivered so that we didn’t have to cook, and just lounged in the living room watching an old movie in The Zookeeper. Che and I slept for most of it, but at least Vino was able to enjoy the whole movie. 

Later, Che watched the M2M reunion concert, which was, in a way, a catch-up on its own. Che told me that during the concert, the pair revealed that they last spoke 20 years ago and this reunion tour was actually kind of like a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. 

They had a chance meeting at a random cafe when one of them was there and the other’s car broke down and that cafe was the closest thing to her. The two-minute window of the possibility of them meeting in that cafe led to a five-hour talk that ultimately gave birth to the idea of this tour. 

Meanwhile, Vino and I were dealing with time on our own. 

His weekly assignment was all about telling time. It’s not as extensive as I was taught before, because they only had to deal with quarter past, half past, and quarter to.  

But it took a lot of tears and angry drawings between us to get the point across. In this day and age of digital clocks and phones, kids don’t really know how to read the time on classic clocks or watches. 

It’s a sad reality, but sometimes gets me to wonder if it really is still necessary to learn with all the tools at our disposal. 

However, how we dealt with time throughout the day was a good reminder of how amazing it affects our lives, no matter how much of it we have, and if you can actually tell it. 

Che and I spent our time getting rest we didn’t know we needed until we were drunk from sleep. Marion and Marit’s world tour was about two minutes and a car breakdown away from actually happening. Vino and probably a lot of kids his age can’t be bothered to learn about clocks. 

There’s so much to say about time, but for now, I’d gladly just be worried about teaching Vino how to tell it.

Maybe later, he’ll learn how to value it better than I did when I was his age.

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