My Trip to Vancouver
My trip to Vancouver was more of a therapy than a holiday. I needed it. I needed to hear and speak Singlish without making any effort to slang. I needed to be with someone I have trusted for a lifetime. I needed to be around a family. I needed to eat Chinese food and you have that in Vancouver without making any effort to find it.
I laughed everyday. I was talking non-stop. I was ventilating. I was drinking coffe and having cakes at cafes. I laughed. I spoke Singlish. I had my best friend with me. I had a feeling of family.
I needed to realise that I am Asian and I love every minute of it.When you’re in a foreign country, the harsh reality sets in when you realize you are trying so hard to conserve and preserve your Asian values.
When I was in Vancouver, I was surrounded by Singaporeans that had left Singapore for good. And yet in that house in the middle of Vancouver, Canada, you will hear Singlish yakking away. It’s hilarious but authentic. True Singaporean lifestyle. I had Malaysian food cooked by a Malaysian who left Malaysia for good. I had all the tastes of Chicken Rice, Eggplant fried with chilli, Laksa, Char Kway Teow, Prawn mee, Mee Pok all cooked in the middle of Vancouver, Canada.
I ate everyday. Only Chinese food of course. Dim sum, sushi and more dim sum cooked by true blue Chinese from China and Hong Kong.
I had the oppprtunity to go up to Whistler Mountain with Kiren. A day’s trip pf seeing the mountains and feeling and touching snow. Initially I wasn’t comfortable because this mountain was mainly the territory for skiers and only a handful like us were tourists. But we went anyway. We went there to drink wine on the snow.
A worthy day trip to the snow-capped mountains. This trip completely rejuvenated me. Psychologically, physically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally.
I came back to the States, refreshed and able to work myself to death do me part again. But I was able to see clearly now.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)I’ll Work Till Death Do Me Part
Today I realised I’m crazy. I’ll work till death do me part. I’ve been working everyday since December other then a sleeping day where I’m back from night shift that morning, I’ve been out working everyday in two other different hospitals. Alone and with only a few friends, my only source of distraction is work. Other than not working, I’ll be plagued with thoughts of home, family and friends. I’m really behaving like a foreigner immigrant, with characteristics of work in their blood.
All work’s and no play is crazy so I turn to travelling outside the city as a source of inspiration towards my insanity of work. The irony is I have no interest or want to explore the city that I’m actually living in. Such an irony where work destroys your interest and curiosity of this city because it is plagued with work and more work.
I’m looking forward to my trip to Vancouver, where I hope to find Chinese food and be with my real friends. I can now look forward to it. A real well-deserved break from work. SO Singaporean.
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