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a Déjà vu?… Walking the Same Route Back

It is 10pm and I am munching  on the Italian broccoli dinner I just cooked.  Munching as the cone-shaped florets provided an even crunch to every bite, the veg has a nice sweetness in it, above the sweetness brought about by the oyster sauce, carrot sticks and my fav 2 eggs.  Dinner for one in Houston is usually a home-cooked simple dish with rice or pasta, or the simple dish itself.  In Singapore, I would cook about 2-3 times a week for BK and myself depending on my mood, eating out at the neighbourhood coffee shops, dinner to go or popping by my parents’ cum my brother’s home to enjoy mum’s cooking was usually just minutes away.

 

I was exhausted today – no, it wasn’t due to Pastry Lab – my shoulders were aching from the weight of my back pack, which only carried my Pastry level 1 file, my uniform and apron, and a book.  Like on Saturday, I reached my apartment past 5 … Like on Saturday, I walked my way back to my apartment from N Shepherd.  Yes, it was exactly the same route as Saturday when I missed my stop on 11th St, I was day dreaming then…  Like on Saturday, I wanted to laugh but for a totally different reason.

After school today, Jennie and I had gone to Sur La Table on Shepherd @ W Gray.  Jennie lives by that area.  I had bought some stuff there on Saturday, but didn’t have my student card to enjoy a 10% discount.  I was back again today to collect my stuff and buy more stuff, ahem!  No, they are not indulgence or impulsive shopping – they are my necessities to practise for my upcoming final in 3 week’s time and explore new recipes while I am here in Houston.  Retail therapy has always been mentally relaxing, it works 100% of the time.  With Jennie, visiting the store was fun as she found use in every gadgets and toys – nay, whatcha she might call it – necessities too.

I waited at the same bus stop as Saturday.  Jennie’s home was just minutes away, I told her I could ride the bus and I am familiar with the route.  Indeed, the bus came and I was mindful to drop off at 11th St, unless on Saturday I day dreamt my way to 20th.  Alas!  The bus stopped at the traffic junction on Shepherd @ 11th St, I saw 2 bus 40 went by me, same time – one after another.  Both would have brought me back to my apartment.  I decided to continue on the same bus to chase the bus 40 in front.  It never caught up, but I was back on 20th St, like on Saturday.

The environment was familiar, I decided to walk my way back, again.  I wanted to laugh – the whole chain of event was so familiar, except for one, this time I was carrying the Sur La Table paper bag, which broke under the weight of stuff I bought just when I boarded the bus.  I wanted to laugh because I had written too soon on my blog last Saturday that I was lucky I wasn’t carrying my Sur La Table purchase during my unintended walk back.  Today adding on to the weight of my back pack, I was carrying a broken bag containing 2 “professional heavyweight metal” trays, a metal rack, some tartlet tins, an “Endurance(R) stainless steel” mixer, a zester, a whisk (yes, I bought another), parchment paper roll and …  Chef Sebastien had earlier said to me in class, “You are buying these things and taking the bus? ”  Then we both didn’t know a long walk was thrown in as extra bonus.  This time though, the walk seemed easier, despite the weight – I had already walked the route once so I was familiar, I wasn’t too paranoid.  I had stopped at a stone bench outside some houses along the way for a couple of minutes, I was really tired, but I decided to continue my walk.  Again, I was relieved when I saw Restaurant Depot in sight, my footsteps then all the way back to my door were in auto-cruise, I was really exhausted.  I looked at the clock, again it was past 5, like on Saturday.  It seems like the Saturday walk home was a familiarising tour to prepare me for today, less the weight.

I zonked out almost immediately for the next 3 hours.  My shoulders and arms still aching

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As an after thougth, this trip to Houston does me a big favour – I acutally walk quite a bit.  Back in Singapore, I only travelled on wheels from point to point – I drove.  I did not take the public transports even though they were convenient, even when the bus stop is just outside my apartment.  Even this thought only came about when I am in Houston.  I never thought public transport was convenient, I did not have the patience to wait for one, a 10 min was a long wait for a bus then and most trains arrive in 2-3 min in Singapore.  Now I actually enjoy reading a book and waiting for buses for as long as 50 min.  I did not get to bask in the sun even though Singapore is summer all year through, I survived on air-conditioning.  The last time I basked in the sun excessively was when I was training for my high school canoeing team, and more recent times, when I read al fresco at cafes every weekends.

No Limits But the Sky

Prof Lee wrote in her email to me, ” … there is something you are chasing – I hope you find it!!!!”  

Ours was a continuous and trusting relationship for 10 great years.  And still going strong.  Exactly 10 years ago, in Aug 1998, I became the Product Manager for Vaccines with a US pharmaceutical company in Singapore.  Prof Lee is a paediatrician and the Immunology expert in Singapore and naturally she was my key opinion leader and a key customer.  A professional relationship which turned into years of friendship – she is the person I trust for her opinions, the person I look up to, the person I would buy lunch any time (yes, I still owe you one from my last pay!), the person I would wait hours during weekends just to lunch and chat with her after she saw her last patient.

In the same email, she continued, ” … when you master the science and more imptly the art – please invite me ……………”

I believe I WOULD find It!  … She will be my VIP.

I had wanted to put this down for a long time, I read this from No Limits But the Sky, a gift book from Hallmark I picked up during my first weekend in Houston:

Only as high as I reach can I grow,

Only as far as I seek can I go,

Only as deep as I look can I see,

Only as much as I dream can I be.  – Stretch Your Dreams

And I believe in The Power Within:

Within our reach, lies every path … we ever dream of taking.

Within our power, lies every step … we ever dream of making.

Within our range, lies every joy … we ever dream of seeing.

Within ourselves, lies everything … we ever dream of being.

I am putting this down as a commitment to myself, to constantly take ANOTHER ONE Step toward my dreams.  I just created a Vision Board, it is stuck onto my light switch as I flick it on every morning, and sometimes forgot to flick it off when I have fallen asleep.

Living Life with No Life Expectancy

Yesterday, my friend Lay Eng, emailed me a speech by *Adrian Tan which he gave during the Nanyang Technological University Convocation 2008.  It is titled Life and How to Survive it.  Her daughter has shared with her the speech, and in the email to me, she wrote, “you know, when I first read the NTU speech, you immediately came to mind… roam the world without ‘life expectancy’”.  I was flattered.  My reply to her, “walah, haven’t roamed yet, just started on a new journey.  Nice! …”

Was skyping with Shu earlier today…

[12:14:25 AM] shu says: did u, in ur wildest imagination, think u will be here .. say.. 1 year ago?

[12:16:24 AM] Joy Joy says: nay

[12:16:39 AM] shu says: so amazing. life

[12:16:45 AM] shu says: u can never really know

[12:16:52 AM] shu says: best not to plan too far

About 2 months ago, I was colleague with Lay Eng, both of us were in regional team with a US medical device company.  A couple of days later, I left the company, my country, my loved ones at home in Singapore to pursue a Diploma in Baking & Pastry Arts with CIAML in Houston.  Just weeks ago, Lay Eng has also relocated to Taipei, Taiwan, to head the business operations with the same company.  Exactly a year ago, I was colleague with Shu, a couple of days later, I decided to leave the corporate life to explore what was out there in life.  Shu was heading the business operations in Vietnam then, now she is based in Sydney, Australia with the same company, and soon will have much excitement added to her life.  None of us had then imagined or dreamt where we would be now.

Adrian Tan’s speech struck a chord in me and the meaning holds deep.  I put the speech here as a keepsake and a reminder to myself during my life journey, as well as to share this great piece with anyone who gets to read this – know that things happen for a purpose.

My life has been smooth sailing, and I am very thankful.  One particular event propelled me to be a better person in life - I flunked my first year high school exam.  At one point, it certainly looked like a life catastrophe.  A few may out-rightly defined this event as a failure, while some hoped that I survived, and many would know I learnt valuable lessons and I more than survived and became a happier and better person and friend.  I have a positive outlook in living this life and I am just beginning to push my own boundaries which I as well as the people surrounding me have set for me in last 36 years and … I am exploring beyond.

Live life, Love much, Laugh often!

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Adrian Tan’s Speech on Life and How to Survive It is 10min long and worth every moment reading it.  

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Life and How to Survive It

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me. 

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.  Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife. 

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest?  They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean them average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.  Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy. I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average. Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to  find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, here your responsibilities are so much.  That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows. What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust. There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.  People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.  Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.  I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are.  If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.  Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession.
Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror. I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.  It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong. 

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.  Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation.  That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable. 

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.  Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.  You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated.  You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it. 

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.

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*Adrian Tan is a litigator and was the author of The Teenage Textbook in 1980s.

So which way is The Way?

I am still awake at 3am, another 2.5 hours before I need to prepare for school.  It has happened for the third consecutive night already.  It all started on Sunday when I stayed up to study for the quiz – the quiz only had 10 questions so I wouldn’t attribute to the materials I need to study - I have this habit since school days when I studied for tests and exams, I am not sure if it is anxiety.  I zonked out by the next evening, the next evening and again this evening… 

I was walking to school after I got down from bus 23 at Crosstimber @ NFwy yesterday. WRONG WAY, a red sign appeared in my path. I have never noticed this before even though I have been walking the same route for 6 weeks already.  For the next 5 minutes as I continued walking towards the culinary institute, my mind wandered away.  This morning, when I saw the sign again, my mind wandered to where I left off yesterday.  I realized my random thoughts stopped automatically once I stepped into CIAML compound, I become  pre-occupied with lab time for the day…

~I only take the 2 way pavement!~

~I only take the 2 way pavement!~

Was that a Sign for me?  Seriously this thought flashed through my mind.  Nay, I decided I have already chosen to walk on the right path.  See, I walk on the pavement and this same path takes me to and fro the bus stop and school, I do not walk on the one way street against the flow of traffic…

Similarly in life, I have since learnt to move with the flow – the flow of what I really feel energized doing, the flow of my passion and interest, the flow of what motivate me, the flow that my life will lead in the next 50 years.  Yes, I do think about this very much since 911, economic crisis and SARS, all these that happened in the last couple of years…

I have learned lots about marketing, and about my life in the last 13 years as a marketing professional in the pharmaceutical industry.  The job took me to experience various cultures, management styles, different types of people in various environment.  I learnt about systems, SOPs, structured thinking, marketing planning and resilience during my first 9 years with my first company Merck Sharp & Dohme, then about cultures, speed, execution and results with Serono, about people management and business planning with Stiefel, about keeping and appreciating relations with the colleagues and friends I made at Edwards Lifesciences.  I believe that things happen for good reasons, and almost always they are for good reasons which we may only appreciate later.

I decided to follow my heart, and left the industry and corporate environment which has been a key part of my life and built my character in last 13 years.  I can’t say for sure, which way is it for me in the future, but in my heart, I know I am following the flow, certainly not the wrong way.

My basis in living my life – Integrity.  All else follows – Learn like how a child would, Be interested more than be interesting, Observe and practise to perfection, Savour the greatness of each experience, Understand and Apply what I learnt and I Can Choose the way I lead my life - all else follows.  Things continue to happen for good reasons.

Happy Birthday, Singapore!

I have never been to a National Day Parade.  I always remembered staying home to watch the National Day Parade TV broadcast, and when the National Anthem was being sung I would stand upright in front of the TV and feel a strong sense of pride being a Singaporean.  In my 30s, I stopped standing upright in front of the TV, but my national pride stood unwaveringly strong.  When I was a kid, I always remembered my grandfather telling me about how Singapore has transformed since her independence in 1965.  Then Singapore was between 10 to 20 year old.  Today Singapore is 43.

“Robert and I were thinking of bringing you around Houston…”, Sylvia said to me when we met in the break room last Wednesday. NASA VIP Tour to meet astronauts, US Military Base VIP Tour – Wow! Of course!  “Are you free this Saturday?”  I asked Sylvia.  Saturday is National Day, and both Robert and Sylvia will join me at Cafe Singapore instead.  It is their turns to be “tourists’ in Houston.   

Cafe Singapore is located along Bellaire Blvd.  As far as my google search went, Cafe Singapore is the only Singaporean cafe in Houston.  Sylvia picked me from Barnes & Nobles along Westheimer in her white beamer and we were on our way.  Cafe Singapore is a simple restaurant, nothing fancy.  There was no sign of National Day celebration or state flag, I saw the familiar merlion logo on the glass door.

~National Day Celebration~

~National Day Celebration~

While waiting for Robert (yes, he was late and needed direction to the cafe.  He is a tourist indeed.), we decided to start with milk tea, and chicken & beef satays.  The satays did not come with char-burnt aroma as we had in Singapore, but the marinade was nice with a tinge of lemongrass sweet!  Robert arrived.  Both Sylvia and Robert are into cuisine ~ they read, taste and talk cuisine, cooking and ingredients all the time.  They left the ordering to me so that they get to eat “authentic” Singapore cuisine.

The order list went Roti Prata (they call it Roti Canai here), Hainanese Chicken Rice, Bak Kut Teh, Beef Rendang, French Beans Belachan, and Mee Goreng.  I had wanted to have laksa, but they only has nonya curry noodles which I decided is not authentic to me.  Helen, whom I believe is the owner, told us that the taste may vary from home due to availability of ingredients.  I pointed out “cheese puff?“, and Helen quickly told me it is local American food.  Helen was born in Singapore, lived in Malaysia briefly and has been in US for the last 19 years.  She added that the cook is from Singapore too. 

When the dishes arrived, I just had to do it and I have preempted both Sylvia and Robert - I took out the Singapore state flag to have that moment captured with my Venezuelan and Mexican friends.  We happily tucked in.  I felt so contented to have a taste of home since arriving 6 weeks ago in Houston.  The Hainanese Chicken Rice with the chilli as well as the Balachan that came with French Beans deserve special mention, every dish was good.  They had replaced the thick yellow mee in mee goreng with spaghetti-thin egg noodles.  There  were three other tables of Asians and I assumed we are/were all from Singapore.  The meal came to US$60, and since we had Singapore food, it was my treat.

Before we left, Helen asked me where I got the Singapore flag from.  She had wanted to put up both Singapore and American flags in her restaurant.  I told her my hubby sent the flag to me from Singapore.  I gave the National flag to her and she offered to pay me.  Oh no!  I will be proud if she fly the flag in the Singaporean cafe.  

We decided to go food-tasting next at Andre’s Pastry & Cafe @ River Oaks.  The mango mousse, strawberry fruit tart and the creme brulee were simply sedap!  As we left the restaurant, I did something hilarious.  I walked to a car and open the passenger door, the driver turned and let out a gasp, just as I did in disbelief.  I quickly shut the car door, too shocked to apologise.  Then Robert turned round, realised my boo-boo, and broke into laughter.  Then I stole a glance and saw the relief smile from the driver’s face as he entered Andre’s cafe.  We all laughed hard indeed. 

Robert left to join his friends to watch The Mummy.  Sylvia drove me to Kemah Boardwalk in Galveston Bay, in the city of Seabrook.  A google search showed that ”The city of Seabrook is a 12.5-square-mile community located 30 miles south of downtown Houston along the shores of Clear Lake and Galveston Bay”. It was a family weekend atmosphere in Kemah.  The fish market was closed by the time we got there, we headed back to Houston feeling contented … tired. 

~An evening at Kemah Boardwalk~

~An evening at Kemah Boardwalk~

A significant day to spend with good friends in Houston, Muchas Gracias!  Happy Birthday, Singapore!