Monthly Archives: October 2008

A New Week of Renewed Energy

I AM BACK!  Yes, I confidently feel so …  It is all in the Mind

(… I need a good back rub though, woke up with a sore back on Saturday.)

Gonna keep this post short, coz I got some reading and assignment to complete.  Kim from Atlanta emailed me, she had attended the Summer Camp at CIAML, and will be attending the Winter Camp as well, she saw me at the Culinary Institute before in my level 1 class ~  Thanks for her encouraging and cheerful note.  Will probably see her in person before I leave for Singapore.

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Battery Fully Charged ~ green

Mind Over Body ~ our favourite phrase during canoeing days.  It gotta be!

The Girls At Home

Laurna’s birthday is this Wednesday, her birthday was celebrated in advance to coincide with the weekend.  Pei San, my sis-in-law and my brother had organised for her a birthday celebration at McDonald, as with her sisters’ 4th birthdays.

I was on skypeout with my Dad last night, which was late Sunday morning in Singapore.  Then he passed the call to the girls.  I like to hear what children have to say, because they speak from their heart, if they are thinking or have nothing to say, they just stay quiet and listen.  Sometimes adults get impatient and start teaching them things to say which then make the conversation lose the meaning and child-like flavour.  Laurna told me she will be wearing a green dress her mom bought from Vietnam, and her party will be celebrated at Queensway …where the McD branch is located. 

Then her 2nd sis, Lauren, or I call her Wei-wei, took over the call.  Her voice was bright and chirpy.  I told Pei San later she was pretty strong at holding a conversation on her own.  Wei told me she is wearing pink with white, and a new pair of shoes my mum bought for her.  I remembered for her 4th birthday 2 years ago, I brought her a stuff toy to hug during her party, she had appeared a little apprehensive then, possibly due to the big number of her pre-schooler classmates present.  I had thought that I bought her a blue horse, on the other end of the line, I heard her laughed, “It is a lion, not horse, it is mi-mi, M – I – M – I …“  She had given a name to the stuff toy.  I told her I got Laurna a card, which may arrive late for her birthday.  “What is on the card?”  A rabbit.  “What is the rabbit wearing?”  A purple dress.  “What is on the purple dress?“  Nothing.  “Nothing?“  I had to explain to her the rabbit is small and it was wearing a simple purple dress.  I enjoyed such conversation, as children surprised with the most unexpected questions, observations and thinking.

When Laura took over the phone, she is funny.  She said her dress have red, blue, green, yellow, white, purple, brown …. many many colours, which I understood why when I saw the pix.

I enjoy looking at pix from home, though I didn’t receive many, mostly from Pei San.  Each time I looked at the pictures of the girls, Weiwei always reminded me of myself … we looked pretty alike at the kindergarten age, except she got bigger eyes – both Pei San and my brother got big eyes, and she attends the same kindergarten and wears the same kindergarten uniform I did 30 years back.

Lessons from a Diamond Setter

I was reading at the bus stop, saw the bus turning about the corner … I stood up, and next it went past me?  My first reaction – my gosh.  My reaction the next second – I can continue to read and was to complete 2 chapters over the  1 1/2hr I was at the bus stop – I was too early and waited 40min for the bus that went past me, then another 40min for the next.

I had planned to visit another pastry outlet this weekend – to have a breather, relax over my book and have a dose of caffeine.  I planned to visit a Mexican bakery cafe, never been to one…   Outside the cafe, a hand written sign read that the cafe was closed for renovation and apologised for the inconvenience.  Oh?

Undeterred, I decided to go Empire Cafe instead.  It was crowded, I decided not to go in as I was looking for a comfortable place to nua (a.k.a. idle), to hibernate, be myself and read, and have my dose of caffeine.  A block down I found Agora – a Greek cafe or maybe more of a late night drinking place – it has outside seating, garden-like, with shrubs and trees creating a shade separating the road and the garden cafe.  The cafe doesn’t serve food, has a limited range of Greek pastry bites and coffee during the day, and drinks at night.  Anyway, I liked the spot outside.  Most of the people there were there alone having late morning breaks and a read, there were 2 ladies working on the laptop.

You want to have The New York Times?  I am done with it.”  A guy turned around and handed me the papers.  Thank you, I have a book with me.  “What are you reading?”   I was reading Food Jobs – 150 Great Jobs for Culinary Students, Career Changers and Food Lovers by Irena ChalmersWhat do you do?  Where are you from?  What did you do before?  What would you be doing when you go back to Singapore? etc.  At the end of our conversation 2 hours later, I finally learnt that he is Bertrand Clerc, a Swiss who adopted Houston, Texas as his home 15 years ago.  He is a diamond setter.  I did a google search on “bertrand clerc diamond“, … he was featured in Texas – Beyond the Alps – 8 Swiss Artists exhibition.  From the article, I read that there are 9 Swiss Artists known to the Swiss American Houston Society residing in Texas, and 8 of them agreed to participate in the exhibition,  “… each artist expresses him/herself in a very different way and yet, their work side by side, reminds us of the cultural wealth of the small country that is their home land.“  I checked out his work on the website of one of his clients “Ernesto Moreira”, … cool, simple elegance.  He asked me to view the Smith Gem Vault collection at the Houston Museum of Natural Science if I have a chance.

Geneva, nice place … why did you leave and make Houston your home?“  Because it is different living and visiting there.  The home town he described with explosive property prices reminded me of my own home in Singapore, coupled with high cost of living … Most do not own their own home in Geneva - a standard home cost about US$1.5mil Home prices were driven artificially high by expatriates brought in by MNCs.  He chose living the quality of life in Houston even though “Geneva has the alps“.

I like the term he used about “Qualified Hands” in his diamond cutting trade, what he described reminded me of the French chefs I know at the Culinary Institute.  Being great in their craft.  In Switzerland, their apprenticeship started between 16-18, for about 7 years or so … how familiar…  The current education system is not supporting the country’s needs for good craft-men, as most would go for their bachelors,  education is free and paid by taxpayers.

We spoke about his industry which I drew some learning as well.  I asked if he caters to direct clients, he does not.  He shared the factors to consider about doing wholesales or retail business ~

1.  Know your own character.  He prefers not to deal with customers who do not know the craft, and dislike the resulting headache in such discussion.  He deals with professionals in the trade.  Usually he would work with the designers in wholesales contracts.

2.  Retail dollars > Wholesales dollars.  Know what is the typical margin and volume for each plus overheads.  In wholesales, there is a constant flow of contracts, but be cautious of the risk of depending on a single big client.  He advised that for wholesales market in any industry, to consider saturation (if the market is accounted for by large players already) or if there is still room for entry.

How he charge clients depends on uniqueness and complexity of designs, and the estimated hours he would spend.  For some complex designs, he can only provide an estimate to the hours he would spend to complete the job. 

Food for thought.  We may arrange to meet again for late morning coffee on one of the few Saturdays I have left in Houston.

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Reading my book and enjoying my second cup of coffee.  A guy had earlier recommended I try either Triple Bean Vanilla or Texan Pecan.  Good recommendation.  I have Triple Bean Vanilla for my first cup and Texas Pecan for the second.  These were the most flavourful coffee I have had in all the cafes I visited in the last 14 weeks (huh?  4 weeks have past for level 2 … my gosh.  Ike really made my time here fly faster).  I ordered a Baklava and Pistachio Caramel – both are very sweet and nutty.  The pistachio caramel tasted better with each bite, though I didn’t like it at first.  I didn’t get to finish it

Sir, you are making too much dust.  Do you have to do it now?“  The guy sharing my table said to the man sweeping the area.  He literally swept dust into the coffee, my leftover bites and onto the books we were reading … and I guess it should be all over us since my little note book was covered with a layer of dust.  A moment ago, I heard some rustling sound, and I thought the strong wind blew dust onto the book I was reading, I just dust it off, … then more… I looked up.  The same man was standing on the 2nd storey shelter opposite us, sweeping dried leaves and dust down the aisle, onto us.  I forgot about the coffee I just refilled, only remembered my book and brushed the dirt off – I do not like spots on my book.  Oh my coffee?  I looked in and there were some black spot floating in it.  I covered it with my little note book I had with me.  The guy sitting across me smiled and I guessed we decided to live with it then.  Then I guess it really got to us he continued sweeping the aisle.  Stirring up more dust, he replied “I am sweeping so that the wind does not blow dust towards you” … Oh, that was sincere and helpful??!!  I found it funny.  Anyway he completely ignored us, continued stirring more dust till he was done with sweeping the aisle pavement, mumbling to himself.  Other than the dust, the environment was conducive for late morning drink and a good read.

Felt better for the day.  Still recharging my battery.

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Linda and George, the Singaporean couple we met a week earlier, had proposed lunch at Nonya Grill tomorrow and adjourned to their home at Pearland for desserts and coffee after.  Decided to give it a miss to continue recharging

My Battery is Blinking Red

I need time for hibernation … and this weekend came just in time or a day late. 

I have a high need for personal space, and quiet time.  This accounts for my ease in travelling, living and moving about alone.  With people I am comfortable with, I am very laid back, chirpy and “as I wish“.  At other times, I am just “professional” – I won’t say I am superficial coz I will not bother if I really didn’t feel like it.  Most times, I like to be in the background and observe, I do not feel comfortable to be singled out or in the limelight. Sometimes I really feel awkward and self-conscious, something I have to work on.  I switch between roles quickly – from a friend to a student to part of a crowd. 

Today,  Rafaella made a comment that made me pause for a long moment.  I appreciate her direct expression to me.  I like Rafa, together with Jennie, we talked, went for coffee, dinner and even ace-mart shopping.  Her presence made me feel immediately at ease and I smile and laugh easily.  Yesterday, she has come to the pastry lab during her break to talk to me, nearly everyday and I like to see her.  I was having a bad day inside my head.  She went, “Joy, where is my marshmallow?“  I didn’t realise my reply to her was “I am not in the mood, go and ask Chef yourself“.  She reminded me today.  Oops.  I just remembered she stepped away, I heard an “okay“ and she left me alone.  Just a day earlier, we went to ace-mart together with Jennie, and I had told her I will get her at least half a loaf the following day from Chef.  Rafa has a sweet tooth, this is an understatement.  Today, my energy was better and I asked Chef Philippe for the half loaf of marshmallow for Rafa during our break, Chef gave her a full loaf served on a nice plate.  Nice.  Rafa was so happy, she soon told me she had only less than half to bring home?  Today, in the lunch room, I just snapped some pix, saw Rafa in the queue and she greeted me with a wide smile.  She said “send me the pictures…“, I went “why” …  apparently I didn’t have my usual warmth and smile and she detected that, I could feel she withdrew, actually I was kidding with her, but I guess I was tired and my face may have been stiff.  She commented about my reactions to her a day earlier and she didn’t understand my quick change of expressions and mood … she looked disappointed and went “… I don’t know“.  I felt really bad.  Please excuse me, Rafaella.

She is not the first person to say so.  I had same comments from people since my school days, work days and now, so there was a consistency.  These were from people who bothered to share their thoughts with me.  I always made a conscious effort to smile, coz my unsmiling face looked darn stiff, uninterested and unfriendly but most times I didn’t feel that way.  These 2 days, I must have worn my heaviness in the heart on my face.  Ellyse asked me after my class today how I was, she has been really nice to me since I arrived at the culinary institute.  When I said “good“, she looked concerned and asked how I was doing in Chef Philippe’s class, I told her the truth but her expression suggested what I told her didn’t match my energy.  Ha!  I guess she felt something from me that Rafa did.  It is the usual me but I didn’t have time to recover so it was showing. (I need a mask!)

I just needed some time to recoil and psych myself.  My way to cope with downtime, disappointment and low energy is to be on my own, and still be on my own.  When I am recharged, I come out of my big shell and I will bounced back with full smiles.  I believe I do not have a split personality!  I have very limited avenues to express my lulls – I don’t bitch about my frustrations or disappointments coz input worsened my negativities, I choose not to snap coz my words may hurt others, I don’t have a personal space to shout my heart out so I take some time for renew my energy.

Will be hitting my books with my caffeine and cafe hunt tomorrow.

I’ll be back.