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About My Girlfriends

Two days ago, a good friend Liane and I were sharing via email on our circle of girlfriends.  We have been friends since middle school days, that was a good 23 years back.  That set me thinking about my recent virtual communication with many girlfriends via facebook, skype and emails as well as some I have lost touch on a regular basis.

The meaning of a friend

I hold very strong view about friendship – someone I trust strongly and would go miles for, the level of connections beyond words can sufficiently define (with my limited vocabulary), they who would protectively stand by me and support me during times of uncertainties, laugh with me and celebrate my successes and victories just as I would for them.  With our individual priorities and pace of lives, the face-to-face contact becomes limited and a luxury.  But for a few, we still make it a point to meet up for wee hours coffee, celebrate occasions such as birthdays, festivities, new job etc and maintain the constant touch.

Friends I hold dearly

There are also friends I will always hold dear in my heart, we grew up together ~  We spent a great period of 4 years training together as a team to fight for first place honors in Nursing, First Aid and Footdrill competitions with St John’s Ambulance Nursing Division during middle school and we called ourselves J.Mick; ~  We trained the distance and sprints in canoeing, running, circuits and medicine balls during high school, and held our pride as NJ Canoeing Girls; ~  They stood by me and gave me comfort and strength when I flunked my first year exam in high school and there could never be a better way to know true friends; ~  We lived under one roof during university years, shared the growing up pains in relationship, study and day-to-day learning; ~  She whom I met along the street of Adelaide and shared many New Year meals with at her home with her family in Osaka; ~  The handful of ex-colleagues (okay, maybe more than a handful!) who became close friends and we talked beyond marketing planning and business strategies and shared our highs and lows through the years; ~  They who were ever ready to celebrate my successes in life and helped turn each challenging occasion to an uplifting moment.  For many of these friends, we shared a close association that only memories can match and only we can connect to.

On Standby

We lead different path and at different stages of life – some are pursuing their career with gusto, some are stay home mums, some are happily leading what they called “a normal life”, some prefer to live in denial, some prefer to remain a mystery, some would just appear when you need a clue to what is going on.

I want the best for my friends but I have since learnt to be On Standby, even if I feel like a filler (as my close friend called it) in their busy lives. 

I learnt – To be there for them only when they need me to, To feign ignorance if they don’t want me to know a part of them, To listen to their heart than to push my point which is limited to my own experience, To not judge their lives and pray in faith that as long as no harm come to them, To let go of my emotions when I feel let down. 

Over the years, I had disappointment with a few whom I called friends, and I have since moved on.  It is apparent we hold different values in our level of friendship and communication, I learnt not to impose on them my level of expectations, at the same time, I also allow the friendship to fade away.  I would still want them to live well and have successes, but the connection has become superficial.

“I have been busy…”

Before we realise time passed quickly. Often, we hear  ”I have been busy…” as a grand excuse to explain ourselves and start our conversation.  There is really no need to.  Friendship is mutual, it take at least 2 persons to be connected.   Recently, I wrote this to a good friend – “Oh please don’t wait till i am back to keep in touch, keep in touch ok! Or after some time, this friendship becomes too virtual to be real and it is difficult to keep up.”  I mean it, I have known this friend for 13 years now since the day I joined my first company, we were from the same team and we shared a lot then, for the last 4 years we have not been able to keep up with each other, in her words “…seems that every time that I’m here you’re elsewhere.  Or perhaps it’s the other way around.”  

And recounting the number of close friendship I made in my last 29 years (I do not recall any friendship before elementary school!), I found it hard to define some friendship now.  We were really close at some stage in our life and somehow along the way, we lost each other - appropriately termed ”lost in transit” as we move on and live our own lives.  Thanks to facebook, for some, we found each other again and continued our close association and trust even though we did not meet up as much.  For the others, we are still waiting for the other person to make the first move.

For my girlfriends who read this, thank you for being in the loop!

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Aptly as we were on the topic of Girlfriends, I received an email from a close friend I have known since elementary school in 1979.  It reads as follow:

Stacy Koh <kohstacy@yahoo.com.sg>
Fri, Aug 15, 2008 at 1:09 AM
Fw: GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE

GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE

When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you’re going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you’re going through things with your mom.

Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, ‘Let’s cry together,’
Another, ‘Let’s fight together,’
Another, ‘Let’s walk away together.’

One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back,
Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself,
Those are your best friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman, But for many, it’s wrapped up in several..

One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
a couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbour,
On others, your sisters,
And on some days, your daughters.

So whether they’ve been your friend for 20 minutes or 20 years,
AND ONLY IF YOU’D LIKE TO, Pass this on to the women that God has placed in your life
To make a difference.

Thanks for being in my circle.

***

ps:  Thanks Stacy, for sharing the message just as I was thinking about it.  It must be God-sent!

Sharing a Dessert with Strangers

I am no fan of sweets, I never enjoyed sugar high and the sweet after taste, I love desserts with texture, and a tinge of full bodied sour-sweetness. 

When I arrived in Houston, I decided to supplement my Baking & Pastry Arts education with a weekly visit to a bakery cafe.  I will get to explore areas in Houston, educate my taste buds, and understand the depth and breath of product offering and concepts in these businesses.  If I commit to this schedule, I would have visited at least 20 bakery cafe businesses by the end of my 20 week education.

One evening, I chanced upon Houston Dessert Meetup Group while doing a search on cafes.  Why not?  At least I get to go places I may otherwise miss during this journey.  My first date with the group was The Sweet Factory @ Hillcroft on 26 July.

I would usually research on the bus route during the week for my weekend outing.  The total journey to my destination would take about an hour and a half.  I was engaged throughout the journey and  noted many interesting cafes and places along Westheimer and noted on my map.  I arrived 2 hours ahead of my meetup time.

~A halal supermarket~

~An halal supermarket~

Jerusalem Halal Supermarket?  I walked in and found familiarity, eg. milo, among the middle eastern goods.  I emerged an hour later with a packet each of chick peas, rice flour, basmati rice and a box of masala tea.  I have no plan on how I am going to cook them but I just found the products very Asian and homely.  An hour more to go, and with no other shops to venture, I was tempted to have lunch at the only restaurant along the middle eastern stretch.

Guatemala is in Central America, I learnt.  I decided on Pollo En Amarillo, the menu stated “chicken in yellow sauce with rice and vegetable”.  It tasted like homemade curry, minus the spices and was sweet.  I wanted a traditional drink and the wait staff recommended me Atol De Elote, it was under Hot Drink section of the menu.  Is it a tea?  No.  Is it a milk or yogurt?  No.  What is it?  Hot.  That was my conversation with her.  Okay, I will have one.  I wasn’t too sure how I was convinced, I guess because it is an authentic Guatemala drink.  A yellow drink came.  I took a sip and it tasted good though a little sweet and starchy.  Good?  I told her I liked it, so What is it?  I asked again.  Corn.  She answered me this time.  So I downed sweet curry rice, and a big cup of corn puree for lunch.  That makes up 2 full portions of carbohydrates for lunch.  Burp! 

I walked into The Sweet Factory, a Lebanese bakery cafe, smiled at 2 persons who looked at me expectantly.  They are Michelle, and Bella of the Meetup Group.  Amanda joined us shortly.  Michelle is a practicing attorney in Family Law, Bella will graduate with a degree in Marketing in 6 month’s time, and Amanda is a paralegal assistant who also teaches belly dancing.  We each bought what we like and shared with the rest. I bought butter cookies, and 2 other jam-filled pistachio cookies.  I don’t like cookies, I bought them because I read in a review about the cafe that the cookies were good.  A lady by the next table came over, I didn’t even get her name, she looked at what we ordered, decided we were missing the real stuff, and bought each of us a cream filled filo pastry, and left the cafe happily.  Oh!  That was really yummy!  And who was she again, we really had no idea but we knew she had exactly 3 cream-filled filo pastries. 
~The Sweet Factory~

~The Sweet Factory~

It is interesting how we experience new things when our heart accepts the invitation readily.  I wouldn’t have known this middle-eastern town exists, that Guatemala is a place in Central America, that it is a joy making friends with strangers of common passion, that I can accept sweets from a stranger which I was taught never to since a child, and that a cream-filled filo pastry taste so good. 

Later in school, Chef Sebastien told me we may make filo pastry in class if we have time.  Smile, that is another sweet treat!

My Apron is Still White

“You work like you feel.” ~ John Carroll, father of Chef Charles Carroll

“I have always been a stickler for uniforms.  I believe you have to look like a chef before you can be one.  You have to act like a chef, and practice being a chef, before you can be a chef.  You don’t have to know what you are doing to look good!  Image is very important… Chefs can’t wipe their hands on their apron, , use their aprons as side towel, … and expect to look clean and crisp”, wrote Chef Charles Carroll, in his book, Leadership Lessons from a Chef.  This book resonates with me as I start out as a student with Culinary Institute Alain & Marie LeNotre.  Chef Carroll is the Executive Chef at the River Oaks Country Club in Houston, Texas, which is among the top country clubs in the United States.

Chef Kris Jakob, Chef of Chefs, during his ServSafe lesson with level 1 students highlighted Chef Philippe as an example of discipline and professionalism - he comes out of a chocolate class with his white apron still white.  Chef Kris assured us it will take time to get to that level if we work at it.  Earlier, Chef Kris has also mentioned during Chef’s Topic Mise En Place – the mindframe determines the result.  The preparedness includes our appearance. 

Mr LeNotre reinforced the sentiment, “Want to be a chef, dress like a chef”.

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I have this fascination with discipline and carrying myself well as soon as I don my student chef uniform.  (Oh, I believe I do pretty good in other aspects of my life without donning the uniform too).  No, I do not think it is an obsession even though I use it as a reason sometimes.  It is simply my expectation of myself.  Chef Sebastien had told us after a chefs’ meeting that Mr LeNotre would want all students to wear the neckerchief with the uniform, hair nicely tucked in the chef’s hat, and pants ending just at the ankles.  We did just that last week onwards.

The class looks more alert - those of us with long hair scrunged them up into a bun and fringe nicely pulled back into the chef’s hat.  The red neckerchief which level 1 students wear adds a nice touch of colour to our white uniform.  It took a little getting use to on day 1 as it could get stuffy as we got into action in the lab, it remains a non-issue to most of us after.

My uniform and apron are pressed daily, and placed nicely folded in my bag pack. I don the uniform only in school and take about 10 min getting everything in order – with my sleeves rolled up twice (there is no standard for this, so this is my own standard to keep my sleeves off the working top), red neckerchief tucked into the collar, hair tucked neatly into chef’s hat, and apron knotted neatly to the side. 

My goal was to come out of each class looking just as I have started at the beginning of the day.  Even when we were tempering chocolate last week, I came out of it spotlessly clean.  I intend to keep at it, work on it continously, and make this my first point of perfection.  When my classmates made comments about my white apron, I felt proud about it and learnt to make no excuse for being clean.  I can only get better.

Habits start in school, Mr LeNotre said to us, and I believe in it totally.  I believe a high standard in cleanliness as a foundation will show in my end result ~ slick and great tasting pastries, to satisfy not just your palate, they will touch your heart and tickle your soul!  Awesome!

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!

Sharing & Living Life Forward with Zest

As I stood at the bus stop this morning waiting for bus 40 on Ella Blvd @ T C Jester Blvd, I suddenly realized I have been staring at a shop front daily without giving it much notice.  It is usually open by the time I reach the bus stop at 6.50am.  It is Mary Lee’s Donuts. 

~View from the bus stop every morning~

~View from the bus stop every morning~

I have never liked donuts since I was small, I often associate it with sticky hands after I put my hands into the plastic bag containing the ”moist syrup” donuts Dad would bring home at the end of his work day, which I learnt later in life they were plain donuts dusted with fine sugar.  I never got to like them even when I tried a couple in the past years due to donut frenzy in Singapore.  I did not like the after taste of sugar in my mouth.  My most recent taste of it was a Shipley’s Donuts breakfast treat from my classmate April.  I will try one from the shop one day… 

I took to taking public buses when I relocated to Houston.  It means long waiting time for bus connection, especially in the hot afternoon sun after school.  I realized, though it seldom comes to my consciousness, I often stared blankly into something, with thoughts and images simply filling my mind.  This was not so in my first week in the unfamiliar environment, I was on super high alert to the point of paranoia, I was often scanning the environment, the objects, and the people suspiciously.

From my recent virtual communication with a few friends back in Singapore and around the world (The World is Flat!), I decided that I would soon share on the virtual space about my current life and my thoughts.  I have been elusive and non-committal to update even close pals, some of whom I managed to inform after I have finally settled down in Houston.  There was a time I decided whoever not in my constant contact need not know too much about me, I was uncomfortable at the level of “mind-my-business”.  From this point forward, I am ready to share, I think. 

“Thank you, you have a great day!”  I said to the lady bus driver I meet on a daily basis, got off the bus, crossed the street to 34th Street.  My next bus should be here in 10 minutes.

As I get older I like attending gatherings less.  It is a contradiction, since as I get older, I also make an effort to attend gatherings, whether it is among friends or family, I make a point to make it for people who organise it and for people who make time for it.  I choose to live life with No Excuse.

“How are you?”, “How are things with you?”, “Are you still working at the same company”, “What do you do right now?” etc.  “I am ok”, “fine”, “err, when was that I last told you … Oh no, I am not working”, “err, …” etc.  Next.  The routine and superficial connection bored me and bothered me.  The chatting will last the next 2 hours, and we have no further contact with the persons for next 6 months to a year for promising cases, and for years in some others.  The loads of superficiaries got off-loaded soon after and our lives continue.  Try as I might, I can’t keep up with the lives of people around me.  So I am guilty of all the questions and answers that have become so automatic, which sound as meaningless to them as it is to me.

My Past: I Learned, I Move on ~ Joys

I am a nostalgic person, but I have long outgrown my past.  My past could be as recent as seconds ago, but more realistically, it is as recent as June 2008.  We may look no different from months or years back, but we feel, think and live differently.  Do not be mistaken by my reference to past association, I appreciate you as you are at this point.  “Oh, you are so different now… Last time, you always …”.  Yes, you are right, it was my last time.

My Future: If I know, I will not be here as I am today ~ Joys

Don’t worry about my future too.  I often get questions on what I want to do in future, and all go into the mode of fortune-telling.  That bothers me too, because I really do not know, if I know I will not be here as I am today.  I will be where I strive and thrive to be then.  Focus and appreciate my present.  Questions, especially those that I asked myself and did not have answers for only create barriers for me taking another step forward.  I do not want to explain uncertainties because I do not know how to. 

My Present: I Am as I Choose To Be ~ Joys

I choose to be a career-changer, I choose not to indulge in excuses, I choose not to waste precious moments away in mindless chats, at one point I chose only to be open with a special few.  From this point forward, I choose to be open and share my outlook in living my life. 

I am in Houston now because I choose to.  I choose to trade the comforts back home in the short term for a learning experience in Pastry & Baking which I (we – that includes BK.  I am here because he encourages me in pursuing my vision and mission in our lives) believe will last me (us!) a life time.

Know Me First Hand

Hear me, hear me First Hand from My Heart; Know me, know me First Hand from Yours. ~ Joys

The bus reached Crosstimbers @ NFwy, <Stop requested> sign turned on, … it is not the same bus driver today… I got off the bus, scanned the environment briefly and walked forward.  Looking forward to another new day in school.  It has really been enjoyable, all because I choose to.