Of eviltooth and a girl who loves to travel
Nah, don't worry, I don't bite. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not the eviltooth. In fact, this eviltooth doesn't even belong to me.
I saw a patient in the morning the day I came across VT, an old lady in her 70s who migrated from Mauritius. Speaking in broken but understandable English she told me "My tooth no good, give me pain all the time, wake me at night, very evil." I thought she's the evil one for not taking good care of her poor tooth stripped of defence by poor oral hygiene and frequent sugar intake. Of course I can't tell her she's evil, frankly speaking, I felt very sorry for her, as Mae West puts it so appropriately, "Love cures all but toothache and poverty", I told her she was very brave for putting it up so so long. ;) Anyway, the term "eviltooth" just got stuck in my mind and when I'd to enter a username for VT I typed "eviltooth" without thinking.
A Brief Intro
As you might have already guessed, I'm a dental student, finally in my final year after 5 years of toil and torture (by the patients, yes you hear me correctly, the patients, eventhough they're a fantastic lot who taught me so much through the years, sometimes I wish they would stop chasing after me for appointments) at the University of Melbourne School of Dental Science. Why did I end up in dentistry? All I can say is, it was an accident, a wonderful accident that was a huge turning point in my life. You must think I'm mad (at least most of my friends think so) but I really enjoy working in the public dental hospital, especially when my patients left with a smile (believe it or not, so far I haven't meet one who didn't ;)). It's a very fulfilling experience which I can't describe in words.
I probably caught the travel bug when I was just a few months old baby, when my parents would bring me to places around Taiwan (where I was born). I don't remember anything at all, not even after looking at the old photos I managed to dig out from the store room. We left Taiwan when I was only 1 and moved to Malaysia, the beautiful tropical country where my dad's family'd been living for centuries.
After staying in several big cities around the world (Taipeh, Kuala Lumpur, Shenyang, Milan, Singapore and a very brief stint in London) I'm now in Melbourne, Australia. This is one of the best place I've ever been to and I've made it my home. If any of you are dropping by for a visit, don't hesitate to contact me for any help. I love to show visitors around my adopted country (or should I say the country that adopted me? ;)), the enchanting country that caught my wondering soul.
A lot of VT members had asked me "You don't look Aussie, where were you from?". It irks me sometimes, that most people think that Australians are all descendants of Aglo-Saxons. Australia is one of the most culturally diverse societies in the world. Our people are drawn from over 200 of the world's nation, speaking more than 240 languages. 1 in 5 Australians were born overseas, but that doesn't mean we don't call this place home and be proud calling ourselves Aussies. The newspaper reported that no matter who wins the World Cup, someone in Australia will be out celebrating (the Koreans dancing and cheering on the streets in the city, the fireworks of the Turkish in Coburg, the pre-World Cup Final party of my German patient who came here in 1940 to escape the Nazi). This just goes to show how diverse our society is. True, I wasn't born here, I was made in Taiwan, but my friends in the pic were born and raised in this wonderful land.
From left to right: Ken, Dail, Yours Truly & Jung-kon's hand :þ
So what's the Aussie look? Come here and see for yourself. :)