Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case. Not only did I find that I might have some graying hairs ( horrors! To pull or not to pull! ), I realized that I didn't miraculously mature overnight apart from the inevitable hint of middle-aged love handles. Rather than scream the building down as I was wont to do, I kept my cool, meditated a little and went into deep denial. Not to mention, I also counted my savings in my head - hoping that it would be enough to cover the cost of some radical reconstruction and liposuction. Not forgetting a heavy dye job to turn the grays back to black.
Sadly however it also turns out that I'm practically impoverished and only a smidgen better off financially than the proverbial illegal immigrant worker begging by the wayside. While your ex-classmates are whizzing by in their foreign imported cars, you'll gazing enviously from the backseat of the struggling trishaw while desperately holding on to your worldly possessions strapped together in a plastic bag. At this rate of inflation, I'll soon be rendered destitute bartering medical examinations for food and drink in the seedy backlanes of Chow Kit. Aspiring doctors-to-be, if you're hoping for a prosperous life of wealth and luxury, I suggest you find easier alternative means such as plumbing, car mechanics or frying kuay teow. Compared to the miserable pittance that the majority of doctors earn ( apart from the few high-flyers who practically mint their own gold coins ), that's all certainly far more lucrative, I assure you.
And you'd be far less prone to getting lawsuits - apart from the occasional unfortunate bloke choking on a barely cooked cockle. :)
Don't worry, ye young whippersnappers. It's not all doom, gloom and gray hairs. There are good things ( not many! ) about turning 30. Despite being close to being a pitiful pauper, I won't be outrunning the arm-breaking creditors anytime soon. Finally have my own house and car - which is quite a relief since hobbling around on public transpo sucked big time when I was younger. And I don't get as stressed out over the little things these days - won't wail and weep a river of tears over my boyfriend missing a date for instance, nor will I get all shook up from exam pressures since hell, there are bigger things in this life. And hopefully, youthful follies and silly indiscretions will remain a thing of the past.
Still. I would trade all that for a youthful six-pack :)