Girl and City

Coming-of-age story about a girl and her city.

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Haunted by the Past

On my recent road-trip to the U.S., I found out about my engagement to an eligible bachelor in Hong Kong, and saw my cousin, someone who is responsible for memories that I have tried to suppress for the last nine years. He is five years older than me and recently married. He came to the U.S. this year for a PhD. Although he used to be my favourite cousin, I am now very uncomfortable around him, because being around him reminds me of a traumatic event that happened nearly a decade ago.

When we were kids, we used to hang out together all the time at my grandma’s, and because of China’s one-child policy, we were treated by our family, and treated each other, like brother and sister. After my family moved to Canada, we fell out of contact, but I returned to China by myself when I was 12 (going on 13) to spend the summer with my grandparents. After a month of living with my grandparents, who never left their apartment and rarely let me leave, I grew restless and bored. So my cousin and their family invited me to stay with them for the rest of the summer. I had a great time with them, and my cousin and I became very close very quickly. He was easy to get along with, and he treated me extremely well. We went on a trip to China’s coast for two weeks with their family friends, and he looked after me and shielded me the whole time (my Chinese was very poor at that time because I had almost completely stopped speaking Chinese in Canada, so many of his friends would make fun of the way I spoke, and I found it hard to join in to their conversations). However, his brotherly affection turned into something else. In hindsight, there were subtle clues along the way, but I was too naive to realize it. I embraced the idea that I had finally found someone resembling a brother – I had always wanted an older brother.

A few days after we returned from the trip, he came into my room one morning and we lay on the bed, just talking about what we were going to do that day. I didn’t make a big deal out of our lying in bed together because I thought of our closeness as if we were siblings, it didn’t occur to me that I needed to be weary of my personal space around him. I had my eyes closed as I lay there, and suddenly, he leaned over and kissed me. I was stunned. I didn’t know how to react, so I didn’t. I lay there, with my eyes closed, still as stone. My lack of reaction confused him, so he kissed me again.

The me today would have reacted violently and reprimanded him immediately. But the 12-slash-13-year-old me didn’t know how wrong it was, and didn’t know how to escape the situation. I was living in his home, and I’d be living there for another few weeks. I didn’t have the courage to reprimand him, even less so the courage to tell his parents. I couldn’t stand the humiliation of letting his family, my grandparents, and eventually my parents, find out about this kind of sibling behaviour. So I let him kiss me.
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Grievance Letters – Part II

It’s been half a year since I last wrote any grievance letters, but today, I cannot think of a better way to express my grievances.

Dear Mother,

I do not need you to tell me what I look like, that’s what mirrors are for. I do not need you to tell me how much I weigh, that’s what scales are for. I have an eating disorder as it is, so it’s probably not a good idea to tell me I am fat every time you see me. I am in shape. Round is a shape.

Regards,
Your Not Chubby Daughter

Dear Professor,

I am not really sure what you want me to write about in this exam since the answers are all pretty much given in the various articles you had us read. I guess I can spend 2000 word giving you a “best of” but shouldn’t you have read these articles before assigning them to us?

Cheers,
A Confused Student

Dear PreordainedLoverBoy,

Why have you not texted me in three days? I know you know I’m in The City now, don’t you miss me? Aren’t you going to miss me over the next few weeks? If you don’t contact me, aren’t you afraid that I might give up on you and hook up with someone else over the holidays?

xoxo
Your Preordained Lover Girl

P.S. Feel free to show up at my door with hand-written signs expressing your ardent love for me. My address is…

Dear Chocolate,

I love, love, love you. Thank you for being in my life.

Love,
Your Number One Fan

That last one doesn’t count, it’s not a grievance. But seriously, PLB, that’s it? No more texts? We’re just going to go cold turkey for the holidays? That is so anticlimactic.

Tis the Season

This year, things have really come together for me. I feel so unbelievably lucky that there is nothing more that I could wish for. The greatest gift that I want to receive this Christmas is love. And it is also the gift I want to give.
All I want this Christmas:

  • Enjoy being with family. After this year, I’ll be flying the coup! I want to spend lots of time with my mom and dad, take them out to dim sum, go to see a play or something, help them prepare a Christmas feast and enjoy the Veuve Clicquot I brought back from New York together.
  • Actually play with my Wii. I bought a Wii nearly two years ago and have barely used it. I only bought one game on it. Once I start working, I doubt I’ll have any time to play at all. I’m not even sure I’m going to take my Wii to Singapore with me. So this holiday, I’m going to buy a few more games and play Wii!
  • Cook again. I have completely lost touch with my cooking skills. These days, everything I make is blah and tasteless. I don’t put heart into cooking anymore. In fact, I’m not even sure I enjoy food anymore (I know, blasphemous!). I really want to enjoy the wonders of food and taste again. Plus, I probably won’t be cooking much at all when I’m in Singapore. So, I definitely want to cook at least one memorable meal this holiday season.
  • Reconnect with high school friends. The friendships I made in high school really are lifelong, and after this year, we may be even more scattered than we already are. I want to do the things we always do – karaoke, AYCE sushi (or some outing to an Asian restaurant), shopping, etc. On this note, I don’t know if I should reconnect with MFL. I mean, I know not being close friends with him was a good decision, but if I am leaving soon, I don’t really have to worry about that anymore, right? So should I take this holiday season as an opportunity to re-establish our friendship?
  • Reconnect with “satellite friends”. These are the one or two friends I’ve kept in touch with from other places in my life, like Chinese school and summer camp and whatnot. I usually only see them once a year during the holidays, so I definitely won’t miss my chance this Christmas.

What do you want for Christmas this year?

To Starting Over

I know many of my entries these days have been rather materialistic – about my travels to New York, shopping sprees1, limos and champagne, etc. – but my life hasn’t been all about that.

If you recall, the day I got my job offer was also the day my father was fired. Since then, my mom has been bringing home the paycheque. Needless to say, this arrangement is not exactly ideal. My father has always been “motivated to succeed” and losing his job deeply hurt his pride. Moreover, there aren’t a lot of jobs out there these days, especially for a man of his seniority and experience. I have been hesitant to ask how the job search is going when my parents call me because I don’t want to give him unnecessary pressure. His own pressure to be the man of the house should be more than enough.
But from what my mom has told me, my father’s pride may be his undoing. He is so convinced of his own value and self-worth that he has been very picky about what jobs he applies to. Obviously, an entry level job would be beneath him, but at the same time, can he really expect to get a high-paying management job when firms are trying to slim down their middle management in this recessionary period?
Due to his own stupid mistake (long story regarding his email settings) the job search has been fruitless and it has already been a month. This weekend, when I got back from New York, I finally broached the subject with my father as we were in the car.

It was clear that there were very limited job opportunities in his industry of expertise, although his IT skills could be applied to other industries as well. He mentioned that he had seen (comparatively) more IT job postings in health care and banking, and I immediately encouraged him to pursue those leads. At first, he was reluctant, as he would essentially have to “start over” as far as domain expertise, but I told him that if he got in early in an infant industry, he could get promoted fairly quickly. He seemed to take my advice, and the more we talked, the more he warmed up to the idea of doing IT-related things for health care (which I convinced him was a recession-proof industry with heavy government subsidies in Canada, and therefore, more stable than banking). He might have to take some time to re-train himself, but he actually seemed excited about having to learn new things and the prospect of a new challenge2.

The conversation left a few impressions on me. It made me realize that even my father, who has a PhD, who has worked for over twenty years, has insecurities about his abilities. It made me realize that I have valuable information and insights, particularly because I go to business school, that are applicable to real life and useful for pragmatic decision-making. It made me realize that my parents see me as equals. My voice has always been heard in our household since there’s only three of us, but giving advice to my dad about his career really cemented this feeling.

At the end of the conversation, not only was I able to shed some light on recent trends and give some advice on attractive industries, but I was actually able to make my father feel excited about his career. I could tell he had been dreading fully plunging himself into the job search because it would re-confirm his unemployed status, and it would also make him anxious about his abilities and value to a potential employer. But after this discussion, he was infected with some of my “the world is your oyster” talk. Even though he is much older than me, I really do believe that he can start a new career, that he can find a job that he actually wants to get up in the morning for, and that it can totally be worth it to start over.

So, Dad, here’s to starting over. Cheers.

  1. I have yet to write about what I bought, which I plan to as soon as I have time to take some pictures. So yes, more materialism to come. []
  2. As opposed to finding another job doing exactly the same thing, particularly a management job with few technical challenges and more HR challenges. My father is not really a people-person. []