Interesting insights, published in The New Yorker:
My number 1 ambition was to become a military weapons engineer as I am fascinated by the art of killing, but in the end I became a doctor. So I guess anyone can be anything.
Do not come on Mondays.
I you insist on eating your food well done, well, thank you. You are doing public service.
Sounds similar with Malaysians' infatuation with sugar.
In a way, that sounds like the life of an anesthetist and other misfits of the operating theater that specialize in highly specialized surgeries (and not just popping off zits; watch this at your own risk).
An amalgam of cultures eventually getting their stuff together for the common goal of getting that perfect plate of food out of that hell and into your stomach.
Kinda like patients leaving the OR into the recovery area. People don't appreciate what happens in that room after undergoing major surgery. All past surgical and anesthesia history is "uneventful" until proven otherwise. But at least we have air conditioning.
And before I forget, Selamat Hari Raya.