The forecast for piggies this year is anything but optimistic. According to online Chinese astrology (which I’ve been keen to follow these past few years), an unlucky star hovers in the career aspect of our lives such that more work is pegged without the promise of proportionate remuneration. This, in legal parlance, is what I’d like to call an omen of “imminent danger”.Unfortunately, this prediction seems to take a more definite path in my case. Come first semester (or summer, God forbid), I will have to take my apprenticeship under some law firm. I’ve managed to put it off for quite some time, but if I want to graduate anytime soon, its inevitable legal work for me.
While I do not deny the giddiness inside me to finally get a taste of the “real action”, the crude, earthly realty pulls me back that I cannot afford to quit my job if only to render 200 hours of on-the-job training. What with my little boy’s 1.6 kg consumption of milk every two weeks and his irresistibly cute face fit only for Baby Guess and Mossimo, full-time schooling is evidently not a luxury I can allow. Thus, the obvious recourse to my powers of multi-tasking. By some miracle, I will have to keep my day-job and attend law school evenings while working for a firm that would allow me to work on weekends. Oh yes, and spare some time for baby-clothes shopping.
And so to enhance my “chi” and boost my chances of making it through the year with my mental health intact, my husband and I yielded to tradition. Following the belief that serving sticky food will effect an adherence of luck, wealth and unity in the family, we had hopia, shanghai and tikoy on Chinese New Year (short of serving rugby and elmer’s glue on the dining table). Hopefully, our earnest effort was sufficient to invite good fortune for three people all born in years of the pig.
My misgivings notwithstanding on the year of the ox, kong hei fat choi!
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