Haunting Past

What will you do when the past haunts you? Avoid the recollection of the past, kill it off or accept it and move on? I met someone today who reminded me of a past that I do not want to remember, I just wished our paths didn't cross.

My Fellow Crusader

Over lunch yesterday, I found a fellow crusader in the war against mid-life crisis. awn was only one block away from my office, but a distance seemingly so far that we hardly met up with each other on campus.

Our paths crossed since primary school and most unfortunately we have crossed swords since. As awn said it during my wedding speech, we competed in almost everything. From being the Chinese teacher's favourite pet to the most precise cross-stitcher, and almost always your truly had emerged the winner, save for the gift of the gap and English language. Thankfully, we have never competed in the game of love, although yours truly had always lost terribly in the game of attention. Those days walking with awn even to a nearby toilet in school is agonising. Before I could even complete my conversation with her, we would be interupted by screams of "awn is here! awn is here!" before her fans scurried for cover.

And nope her mid-life crisis was not about being the next firewoman or newscaster, hers was about a search for THE perfect love. But worldly love is never perfect, isn't she making life miserable for herself and others who love her to continue in this search for the perfect love? Simply put, awn is looking for a perfect love situation. To me, love is sharing my life with one that I could connect my soul with, regardless of the imperfections of my love interest. And that to me is not a compromise, like what awn puts it, it is love, accepting my love for who he is and celebrating it as well. What happened to your "mAcroscopic" training in sociology awn? Vis-a-vis my "mIcroscopic" training in accounting.

Although we couldn't quite agree on the topic of love, but we do agree that the onslaught of our mid-life crisis stems from our need to further nurture ourselves. Then we could have current and refreshing experiences to share with our protege. "Fackos" we shall not be, to China awn will go and to NY for me (hopefully). My accounting instinct insists that awn could "drop-by" enroute to China.

It is amazing how 2 good old pals who have not caught up for so long could connect almost instantaneously over a lunch gathering. Looking forward to our next connection.

Mid-Life Crisis

Yap, that's me during the past 2 months or so, always thinking of trying out new things but never having the guts too. From newscaster to host to baker to policewoman to housewife to even fireman (or should that be a firewoman), these were thoughts that occupied me every free second I had.

From an experienced point of view, MY ONE diagnosed me as suffering from "Mid-Life Crisis". He recovered from it not so long ago with a super indulgent therapy called "the Tuscani". And I am likely to go into a similar therapy, "Studying Overseas", something I had always wanted to do (again) but never had the money and guts too. But why now?

I reckon if not now, it will be never. My little ones will grow into formal education in a year's time, my mummy will be older and much frailer in a year's time and MY ONE will be sailing again, all in a year's time. So when I still have time and space to rediscover myself within this year, I better do so, even though I may come back a beggar.

My dear friends, wish me all the best!