I've probably mentioned before that I'm not one to fuss about birthdays, least of all my own. My life is one big anti-climax.
When I was in primary school, birthday parties were all the rage, especially at the local McDonalds or Sugar Bun. You'd invite a few friends, have a cake and forbidden stuff like coke and fries, play games like pass-the-parcel and musical chairs. There would be little party packs of sweets and treats.
When I was 8 or 9 I had that wish granted. One of the things I distinctly remember is my parents preparing the party packs. My dad had gone out to buy an opaque shiny wrapping paper, whereas transparent patterned plastic wraps were the norm. I pointed it out and my mum chided my dad, who brushed it off. When you're 9 your parents are all-knowing, all-powerful beings who can Never Be Wrong, so it struck me as a little odd.
Then you grow up and realize your parents, who weren't that much older than I am now, were probably still struggling and trying to sort this thing called 'life' out, only with young kids in tow.
I've met a few female doctors who have had to take time off to have kids, from a year to five years. It's a bigger effort get back into the swing of work. They forget things like dosages. They struggle to pass exams. They've sacrificed so much for the sake of a family. I'm sure they are far more fulfilled than I am.
I've yet to face any major adversity in life, or make any truly big sacrifices, or enter the milestone of home ownership and marriage. Thus I still feel like I haven't really grown up. I'm still waiting for that catastrophic life event to embitter me and define my adulthood. Right now I'm just a teenager masquerading as a grown up (with a paycheck to boot).
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I made mee sua for brunch, as is the foochow custom. My mother would make it, and I would eat it with an egg dipped in soy sauce while she monologue about how 'good' a baby I was. My older brother was a bot catastrophic when it was a kid, so it made me look like an angel. Now it seems I'm the late bloomer.
|February 1997. I was 8, and on a family holiday to Australia. I climbed this very slope on this very park. 'Look, I can climb!' ohgodmyinnocencebringitback|
The rest of the day saw me take an impromptu trip to the Tambourine Mountains with my brother, and have free ramen for dinner, finished with fancy Korean ice kacang. (And I wonder why I can't shake off the 3kgs I've put on since starting work)
|I don't even think Hatakaya is good - it's extremely overrated. But I do not say no to free food|
I have been working as a PHO (aka 'registrar') for 3 weeks now. I still feel like that bastard Snow.
I thought I'd have had stuff figured out by now. Guess what.
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