Eileen Chong’s Diary for the Week
8 June 2016, Wed It’s the birthday of one of my oldest friends, SH. I remember taking the bus with her to and from school and our many hours hanging out at the tiny suburban mall near our homes. Those days seemed endless, although of course, they were not. Perhaps the young women we were hoping to become were simply growing into themselves, enacting rituals ultimately destined for a larger stage. I’m glad that we are still friends. Okonomiyaki for dinner tonight: a Japanese cabbage pancake filled with carrots, mushrooms and chicken (for tonight), topped with mayonnaise and a Japanese-style…