A Total TaiTai Tale

Tale of a Total TaiTai who was in Beijing & Beyond and is now in Singapore & Surroundings!



Sign of a good time. Finally testing the famous Bak Kut Teh with friends.

Bak kut teh: (肉骨茶) is a pork rib dish cooked in broth infused with herbs such as dong quai, cinnamon, star anise, and made with pork ribs, dried shiitake mushrooms, tofu puffs and garlic popularly served in Malaysia and Singapore where there is a predominant Hoklo and Teochew community. The name literally translates from the Hokkien dialect as “meat bone tea”


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School is about to break for summer vacation in France and walking by my old little primary school in my village when kids are about to say goodbye to their friends for the summer I realize how different my childhood was from my kids.

I lived in the same village, same house next to my maternal grand-parents for 20 years. I went to the village Primary school then to the next town Middle school (where all the kids from surrounding villages would go) then onto High school in the next bigger town (with a good chunk of the same friends) and finally College in Grenoble. But most of my friends follow the same pattern. There were no tearful good-byes at the end of the school year because none of my friends would not come back for the next school year or i wouldn’t start yet another year in another school in another country with another set of friends to meet.

No my childhood last day of school was not a mixture of happiness (yeah for summer vacation) and tear (saying good bye ‘for good’ to your BFF) and a plane to catch to see your family far away on another continent. My last day of school was pure happiness for the upcoming days of freedom which I would mostly spend with exactly the same kids I hanged out at school roaming the woods around, riding our bikes all day long and surrounded by my family (I did have a set of grand-parents in Italy that we would visit but it only involved long car ride).

Definitely a different childhood, not better not worse. And as we spend our summer in our house in a village only a couple kilometers from where I grew up I can still see my old childhood friends. They often ask me if my kids wouldn’t like a ‘normal’ life (aka stay put somewhere long term). But for my kids their life is normal, that’s what they are used to and the way their friends live too.

Not better, not worse



NB: It’s Chinese New Year school break so it means repost from vacation. This time around I’ll post from our summers in France to change it a bit from exotic places.

29-Jan-2022: D-141 before departure

Summer 2014: Summer house in La Riviere, France

normal /ˈnɔːm(ə)l/

adjective: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.

As J will embark on his next stage of studies in September neither in France nor the USA, a new set of questions will probably arise as why he (like his sister) didn’t choose to go to one of their citizenship country (birth country would add another set in the mix!) for their higher education.

Normal, seen through the eye of the beholder, is filtered through the lens of society, but in reality it really changes according to which “society” you are surrounded by.


~~~Just a little FYI So for my last 200 days in Singapore I have decided to reblog, in no special order, a post from the 6 years I will have spent on the Little Red Dot. PS: you will then get 2 posts a day!!~~~

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