born in 1960s, grew up in Hong Kong, went to medical school in Sydney. lived in Hong Kong, Sydney, London and Chicago. currently working as a general surgeon in private practice in Hong Kong. writes during my little spare time left from professional and family life.
Education/Experience: University of New South Wales, MBBS. University of Birmingham, M. Sc (hospital and health management)
Interests: writing, reading, running, internet, health promotion, education
Motto: live your dreams
Youth is adoring your best mates and knowing they are jerks.
Youth is speaking four-letter words and loving poetry.
What is a youth?
Some thoughts occurred to me this week as my son turned sixteen. My son might or might not have anything to do with these, in case he is reading these.
Youth is endless paradoxes:
Youth is
loving your parents so dearly and treating them so cruelly.
believing in what you’ll become tomorrow no matter how much you hate yourself today.
saying sorry without meaning it and not saying sorry when you do mean it.
yearning to be like the great and upright persons and attacking them fiercely in front of your friends.
trying hard to be different from your parents but behaving exactly like them.
lying to people who care about you and telling the truth to those who don’t care at all.
getting drunk even when you hate yourself during the drinking and despise yourself the next day.
enjoying your youth and feeling embarrassed about it.
loving the opposite sex and honestly believing the opposite sex is foolish.
adoring your best mates and knowing they are jerks.
speaking four-letter words and loving poetry.
hating friends who get angry so readily and parents who keep their cool.
hating to be young and feeling scared about getting older.
adorable and disgusting, more adorable and more disgusting if the youth is your child.