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748 Hours Later ~ I Graduated. My Tributes…

This post is super long, I started and still not completed, but I am posting it or it continues to sit unpublished.  Then I will enjoy my weekend first …

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About 20 weeks and 748 hours later … On 21 November 2008 I graduated with a Gold Award Diploma in Sous Chef de Patisserie. (It was also my Mum’s 62th Birthday over in Singapore on 22 November, Singapore being 14 hours ahead of US Central Time, Daylight Saving.)  Six of us were also awarded with The Steven K. Schultz Awards in recognition for Perfect Attendance.

Perfect Attendance.  As far as it is within my control, I will continue to maintain the base expectation of being early and being present.  As far as attendance goes, I had perfect attendance during my schooling years … it must have been my Mum, no missing of classes and there was no question about it, I was brought up to understand it should be so.  I drifted quite a bit during university years but I am glad it was just a short 3 years.

Attitude.  I enjoy the art of learning, the art of enjoying the present moments, and the works of nurture and inspirations.  I remained steadfast in my goal to learn and grow as an individual as well as to inspire growth in people around me.  I believe strongly in staying focused on positive perspectives, for things happened for great reasons in life.  As far as I am concerned, I hold strongly my respect for authority and my peers.  I got better over the years – I learnt to question,  I learnt to accept some decisions, I learnt to let go of my own opinions when they were not crucial or another suggestion made better sense, I learnt to give in when it meant making the other person happier without compromising the end results … I continue to be curious and enjoy learning from the individuals around me. 

Savour.  I am blessed to be here in Houston, even though I was leaving apart from my husband and my family for the past 20 weeks.  It is a gift I treasure a lot.  BK made it possible – he agreed to let me come, and encouraged me to pursue my dream.  It is almost unreal.  Truth be said - I enjoyed and valued my environment, the people I have come to know, and the lessons I learnt beyond the recipes.  Very few things or people bothered me, I accepted what happened, I learnt to take in, chew on it and some I let go, the great ones I held them close to my heart.

Friendship.  I made good friends in Houston – At the culinary institute, some Singaporeans I got to know in Houston, and from Houston Dessert Meetup Group.  To all I have come to know in Houston, I am thankful I got to know you in this part of the world and for some, I believe we will remain friends regardless of where we move on to.  I also accept that some are passer-bys in my life, nevertheless, they contributed to my life journey and played a role while I am here in Houston, and formed my memories.  I am also happy to meet Vivian and Lilian (thanks for hooking us up!) in Houston, have not met both for nearly 2 decades in Singapore.  For all my friends, as the saying goes 有缘千里来相会, 无缘见面也不知… if we are predestined to meet, we would travel great distance to meet and know each other, otherwise even when we meet face to face we would also not be acquainted.  How meaningful!

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Graduation signifies the beginning of a new journey for me.  It is only a beginning.  I will continue with the same attitude I brought to Houston.  Dream.  Believe.  Love.  Inspire.

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My Graduation Day ~ 21 November 2008,  Central Time

grad-display-with-gold-band_rim1My pix was taken at my graduation display table in the pastry lab, where I worked for the past 9 weeks (lost a week to Ike) – a corner in the back of the pastry lab.

The table display had my wedding cake, pastillage, sugar art, choc icing mousse cake, and choc box.

 

 MY TRIBUTES TO IMPORTANT INDIVIDUALS 

with-chef_rimMy Chef.  This is is my Level 2 & 3 Chef ~ Chef Philippe.  This is the first time his pix appeared on my journal entry.  And this was why

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I just had a chat with my dad via skype earlier, he congratulated me on my graduation.  I told him I am going to finally post a picture of Chef Philippe on my journal entry, and he can get Pei San – my sis-in-law, to print out for him to see how my Chef looks like.  I told him Chef just gave his permission to publish his pix on my blog on my graduation day, my Dad laughed.  Weeks earlier when I just moved into level 2 Baking & Pastry Arts class, during my weekly skypeout update with Dad,  I told him I was “warned” by Chef Philippe not to post his picture on my blog or “you will get points deducted from your grades” … Then it was the evening of the Gala, 5 Sept 2008, I was to complete level 1 the following week and move to Chef Philippe’s Level 2 class.  For every week after that, Dad always asked how I was doing in Chef Philippe’s class and how was Chef that week.  Ha

Seriously, I didn’t think Chef Philippe was serious, but I did not post any.  ;)

I enjoyed and learnt a lot from Chef Philippe’s class … I enjoy specific, exact, precise, detailed (do they all mean the same? hee …) methods of instruction… Chef was also watchful and observant to how we performed, and quick to be at our sides to rescue us, even though he expressed it differently in words.  In his class, I learnt to understand the hows and appreciate why I did them the way they were.  … I became more confident in choc and enjoyed choc (specifically mentioned choc coz my feel for it significantly changed and it got cleaner each time) … yes, all the cooking that required specific temperatures (eg vanilla sauce, choc icing), I managed so much better.  Like he said, we have a choice.  I chose to enjoy his sessions and appreciate him as an individual as well as my Chef. 

Every morning for the past weeks, Chef and Sandra drove me to the culinary institute, and back to my apartment on Wednesday and Friday afternoons.  We live across the White Oak Bayou across each other ~ so they are my neighbours…  Pai seh (Chinese dialect, loosely translated ~ shy) … but I am really grateful for their thoughtfulness!

Through Chef Philippe, I got introduced to my first French teacher and gotta know another friend in Houston.  Merci beaucoup, Chef!

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Also My Chef.  Chef Sebastien is my Level 1 Chef.  Never had a pix taken with him during my level 1 final as the finals ended abruptly on Day 2 instead of the usual 3 days, due to Ike.  There was no proper closure then.

Chef Sebastien integrated me (I speak for myself…) well into the introduction course at the culinary institute and got me to love and enjoy what I do and learn, and I got to make mistakes and learn from them… along the way, I laughed a lot and remained blur blur.

I remembered Chef Sebastien didn’t like sweet stuff and he is a Pastry Chef, I didn’t like sweet stuff too so I got some reassurance.  Nearing the end of my Level 1, he asked how many of the recipes I liked for the hundreds we had completed, … 4?  OK, now maybe more as my taste buds are changing  … he was “appalled” I only liked the taste of 4 recipes after all he had taught.  Ha.  I really enjoyed the taste of 4, but I could appreciate and memorize the tastes of the others.

Chef Sebastien gave me the reassurance and the calmness I needed that all is well, and would be well.  No words needed.

with-mr-lenotrePresident cum Owner.  I was researching online on culinary programs, read about LeNotre, then about Mr Alain LeNotre and his school in Houston, decided to enrol into CIAML, and was introduced to him during the school tour on my day 2 in Houston.  BK commented he spoke with a lot of passion, assertiveness and sincerity when we met.  

A week into the course, we had an orientation session with Mr LeNotre.  His advice was very practical and direct - he said matter of factly the Chefs in school are good and experienced Chefs, we should learn from them and find out about them and their motivations as much as possible and to do it now…, coz he accepted that they will not stay with the school forever.

About 5 weeks into my course, I blasted my blog address to my friends back home in Singapore and some parts of the world, Jean-Luc found out and soon I got called to Mr LeNotre’s office.  He rounded up our conversation with ”Joy, my door is always open“.  I appreciate that he spoke with me, advised me and treated me like I am – a mature student.  I enjoyed his straight forward advice, and he was generous in sharing them.  Through his recommendation, I completed Leadership Lessons from A Chef.  Finding Time to Be Great by Chef Charles Carroll by week 5 of my course, and got started on The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People (a title I knew more than 10 years ago but never got down to reading it … I started and this time I can appreciate what was written).  He had said Joy, you should read this, and I did.    

You should roll down your sleeves … Didn’t your chef ask you to roll down your sleeves? … He showed genuine concern when he noticed I had burnt marks and bruises on my arms … or maybe he was disgustedHa, I couldn’t help it sometimes I was really blur. 

Joy, you are too proper … during a chat we had on being upfront with my personal goals when working for establishments back home.  I remained so, indeed.  Still very proper.

with-chef-krisChef of Chefs.  I got to hear from Chef Kris in my Level 1 a lot, and I heard and appreciated every advice he gave.

Chef’s Topic on Misen Place, 7 July.  3 days into my course.  On preparedness of the mind, on preparedness to start the day.  To be on time means to be early.

Chef’s Club, 23 July.  2 weeks into my course, the first I volunteered.  I still remembered the purple cabbage in reduced red wine sauce, the forced meat and the garlic incident.  We had fun prepping, learning, and … taking lots of notes

Lessons on ServSafe, 4 & 6 August.  4 weeks into my course.  I dreaded sitting still, but my ears were up each time Chef shared his experience, and loads of them.  Even in the most awful working environment, I can learn good lessons of what nots and what I should do when I am in controlMore notes taking.  But his sharing also put me off eating certain food :~

In Pastry Lab Level 1, 27 & 28 August.  After feeling a little disoriented for day 1 due to cups and spoons, I enjoyed Chef Kris’s sessions and his cool and practical ways he confronted each situation.  He taught us to think recipes branching from a basic recipe, to be adaptable, to move it move it …

To the Chefs’ Office, 16 October.  A couple of days earlier, Chef asked if I have been updating my blog entry … it appeared it had been some time since I interacted with Chef Kris, but I realised it was due to Ike as school was disrupted for 2 weeks, and it was 2 weeks since lessons started proper.  Chef soon read my blog updates and I was called to see him regarding my career plan.  I still have not read the 3 books he advised me to.  I graduated but I will be seeing him on Monday for a discussion and complete my ServSafe certification.  I am committed to doing it, because he bothered to.

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with-bkMy Buddy, My Hubby.  During my graduation day, I joked that I  finally gotta stand as tall as him.  Smile.  

BK has been constantly there for me … when I first came to Houston and totally disoriented - he made sure I got better in my directions; Then nearly everyday after, we updated each other how our day went virtually;  He was here so that we could celebrate his birthday and spend time together; Then my Graduation week, again he was here even though we were both pre-occupied, he was busy with work and I with Finals… and on my Graduation day, he was there for me every moment I needed him.  He made it so matter of fact, so unconditional…  I am really blessed, really really

He told me just a couple of days ago after he left Houston – he was speaking with someone about me being in Houston and he in Singapore – he wanted me to enjoy what I do, he knew for sure I am focus and I would be heading home to Singapore once I am done… for me, there is no doubt about it.   Like Sarah said about Charles, the same for BK, I would not give him up for the world.  Period.  Ha.

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More about my pals later, I should stop somewhere and enjoy today.

A Scribbler in Action

I have always been a scribbler, I am not sure when this habit started.  I penned down my thoughts, ideas, observations, words that people shared that I wanted to remember, websites and book titles that inspired me or I just wanted to check out, even incidents that affected me and I thrashed out my emotions by writing to overcome the negativity.  When I was younger, I would draw pictures and patterns.  I still draw continuous patterns mindlessly sometimes when I am on the phone.  Scribbling also led me to invent my trademark signature which really look like an egg and some nonsensical lines! (note: my signature is actually a laterally inverted J in cursive writing, with my name “ling” in Chinese characters).  

I have no official journal, I scribble everywhere – note books, scraps, napkins when I am out at cafes, draft messages on my mobile phone, draft email messages, word document etc.  No, I don’t write on my palm, I don’t like it.  When I first came to Houston, I carried small and large note books, and writing pads and a bag of stationery in my luggage.  Now I felt assured that H.E.B., Walgreen, Giant Dollars are just minutes away.

In class, Chef Sebastien advised us to write on the recipes provided - the steps he noted on the board, things he said, things we observed him doing.  He would say in the beginning, “I may ask during the quiz”.  Now it is automatic.

Chef Kris encouraged us to keep a journal when we work in the kitchen, whether we are from cuisine or pastry.  He shared this during the ServSafe class, above what he was teaching on ServSafe.  He advised that we should note down what the mentoring chefs say and do, the key observations, learning even things that did not turn happen the way it should.  He would have a journal for each station and for each change of station.  He assured us we would get so much out of it.

I have been thinking of starting a blog for a long time.  My excuse has always been the technicalities, then I think it is too public.  When I came to Houston, I committed myself to starting one so that I can document  my experience in Houston for myself as well as to share my life with my loved ones and friends in Singapore and in other parts of the world.  In my first 4 weeks, I used to repeat a same update and reply to different set of people 8-10 times via email, facebook, sms, telecalls, it was a different update for each week, then it got tedious and time-consuming, and I got bored.  Now I would just say “Refer to my blog” in response to “How have you been?” or “How is your week?” or “Any updates?”.

I write so that I can remember the thinking, the happening and the emotions at a point in time.  I write so that I can look back and laugh over my own ignorance and thinking in retrospect.  I write so that I can shelf my thought and I can experience my life forward.  As a side effect, I write so that my friends and relatives  can access my journal, and we move on in tandem in life.   

I have kept my blog under-wrapped for a while, I was catching up on my writing and transferring some notes from a note book I have scribbled on.  I am still catching up on these experiences.  Then finally I told my hubby BK about it last Thursday.  He read, he was encouraging and happy for me.  I wrote this to a good friend Nath, who in her words still can’t understand some part of me (my elusive self and my strong feeling towards friends who talked too much and too casually), “Then I decided since I am writing a blog, whoever is interested can read, whoever that read can point the blog to whoever interested but not reading (hee).  So my stuff remains first hand to my friends.”   So I shared my blog with a friend on 8 August, and then to a big group of friends on 10 August, many of them finding out for the first time I have relocated to Houston.  I felt relieved, there is no more excuse that I am elusive or I am not sharing anymore. 

“See if you can add privacy to it…”

I received a lot of comments via email and facebook which kept me awake and busy replying.  Nath commented that “…you are more ready to share and more open about your life to others, including the not-so-close people…”.  I invited my friends to comment on my blog so that their comments will be documented too as part of my life journey.  Another good friend Nic wrote to me via email “but I think the whole world can see my comments. See if you can add privacy to it…”.  Privacy?  What privacy?  I have already shared so much and there is also no privacy.  So It is not just me, most people would like to keep a part of them private.  But commenting on my blog with privacy?  Come on.

Probably that was how I felt

A friend actually took time to check out my blog and helped me to look out for English Grammar errors, Kim commented, “…A couple of sentences were quite run-on and it was hard to figure out what you were trying to say.  Maybe break it up with a period (full stop) or two…”   I relooked at my entry and thought about it, I responded to her, “hmm, that shows my thinking then… NO full stop ;p”  And the same for my life then.  If it sounds fragmented to you, it probably was then in my life.  If it sounds stupid and funny to you, it is highly probable too.  If I sound chirpy and excited, that must really be how I felt.  If ever, you detect any negative emotion or sadness, it is time you drop me a line or two.

“Mr LeNotre would like to see you…”

During my lab class yesterday, Jean-Luc, School Asst Admission Director, signalled to me to have a word with me outside the class.  He has discovered my blog the previous day to my shock.  He told me Mr LeNotre would like to see me, and it was about what I wrote. Did I write something inappropriate?  No No No, we like it, continue writing and continue writing the same way, he assured me.  I told him I need to tell Chef Sebastien first because I included a picture of him on my blog.  Chef Sebastien is my chef instructor for level 1 and he doesn’t like us to take picture of him in class, only the pastries he was teaching us.  I went up to Chef, slightly nervous, “Chef, I got a journal website and the school found out, Mr LeNotre would like to see me later”  And you got into trouble?  He looked concerned.  No Chef, I wanted to tell you I put a picture of you on my blog and it may be shared.  This time he looked shocked.  Show me, show me your website.  I assured him I put up a nice picture of him on the site.  His reaction made me laugh. 

I saw Mr LeNotre at his office, with Jean-Luc.  I saw that a set of my blog articles were printed out on his desk.  He told me he liked what I wrote and would like to share with the rest of the students. It was a mixed emotion – excited that they actually thought my writing is inspiring, nervous that everyone would now know what I did and what I wrote about the chefs etc, worried that my blog may sound crappy to schoolmates who were at a different stage of life.  See, I am in my mid-thirties and a career changer, and more than half of the students are late teens or in their early 20s.  Okay!  And I didn’t let my mind think further. 

Mr LeNotre asked about what I wrote and my background.  I am a psychology graduate who never wrote well in school.  I am always short of descriptive vocabulary … but I just wrote for myself, it is not written for anyone else.  I realised it is easy when the words and emotions came from my heart and my actual thinking and experiences.  They were curious why I blocked access to “10 Good Advice by Mr Alain LeNotreProtected“.  I told him I paid so much school fees to attend his school and to have an orientation session with him, so I am not sharing it with anyone else.  Laughters!  You gave password to friends who wanted to read?   No, I gave no one. I gave Jean-Luc my password though, so maybe he can share with Mr LeNotre and correct me if I documented any advice wrongly, and give me additional bonus advice.  Laugh.  I was more excited and appreciative of some talk time with Mr LeNotre and seeking his advice for my career than the idea of my blog being linked to the school website.  As I was leaving, he said “my door is always open”. 

Things happen for good reasons indeed, I smiled, all because of my virtual scribbles.