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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.

Back to My Future

Bumped into Kimberly Evans this afternoon along the corridor at the Culinary Institute, she said to me “Send me your resume“.  I reminded her home and career location for me is in Singapore, she remembered that???  I was impressed, the first time we met was last Thursday in the resource centre where we were doing some research for buffet, she introduced herself, asked if we were to graduate in Nov and gave each of us a letter on assistance for career placement.  Then I had told her it may not apply to me as I am not looking for any position in Houston or US, she was open to international assistance as well.  Well that was it then, a super brief conversation and I wouldn’t even think she remembered me and what we spoke. 

I didn’t know you give classes as well?” … Beg her pardon as as I “gate-crashed” her academic class looking for Jennifer to hand her her level 1 result, without realizing Kimberly was the instructor and was in the middle of lesson.  Her background was in Hospitality and Restaurant Management.

Anyway, I do have some ideas what I would like to do in future, at least in 4 year’s time frame.  In the mean time I build up my technical skills and financial resources.

Back in my apartment earlier, I updated my resume and stared at it long and hard, rather I thought hard.  I considered my background and my interests and here goes:

Career Objectives
 Be an asset in a dynamic environment to drive business success
 Apprentice with mentor chefs to advance personal technical skills in pastry arts
 Nurture and inspire continuity and growth in pastry arts industry in Singapore and regional markets

In my career, I aim to be an asset, to continuously advance myself in personal learning and growth, and be a positive influence to my circle.  This resonates with my life mission I had set in January … which led me to take drastic actions in my career and my life.  My Life Mission is to inspire and nurture lifelong growth in individuals through joy and laughter in learning.  I believe strongly in sharing positivities, I believe in bringing joy, smiles and laughters to my circle … not plain blind optimism.  I believe when one enjoys what one is learning whether through structured methods of instruction or pure awareness, personal growth and the circle of influence deepen.  It is perfectly fine to recognise and admit ”I don’t know” and get to know and understand, apply and make it a habit.

Whatever future holds, I hold the belief life is kind to all who give and receive.  I believe in a dynamic balance - while I focus on giving, I receive in more ways than one, and continuously.  That I am blessed.

Too philosophical?  I contemplate life a lot, I made my choices.

The Past Week+ in A Nut Shell … A Week After Ike

Sunday, 21 Sep 2008, about 4pm, along Rice Blvd …

I realised I had a missed call from school earlier around noon, I didn’t know my phone was on vibrating mode.  Anxious to know if I can finally return to pastry lab tomorrow, I sms April.  April confirmed the call from CIAML was “to make sure everyone knew there was school tomorrow”.  I was so happy.  I replied her but my pre-paid value had to run out at this time.  It didn’t matter, I was happy to be back in school again.  The feeling should be exhilarated, to be exact.  I was at Walgreen to purchase a T-mobil refill value card and replied April.  We were both “happy & … ready to go back“, she wrote “see ya in level 2!“.  Oh how I missed the familiarity of lab time, my chefs – my new and my old, and my classmates … and Jennie, Raffaella, Nicole.  See ya all tomorrow!

…   ~ flash back ~

Friday, 12 Sep 2008, about 10am, asleep …

 Jennifer was on the line.  I had ignored the repeated buzz earlier.  For once since I started classes in Houston, I didn’t set an alarm.  Had severe sleep debt last couple of days.  Today was supposed to be my last day of level 1 final as well as my last day in Baking & Pastry Arts level 1.  It was cut short and ended a day earlier in antipation of Ike.  I had updated my journal on my finals late … or early into the wee hours.  I was prepared to sleep in.  Jennifer asked me if I wanted to go over to her place to weather the hurricane together, and she had been watching news report of how Galveston was hit hard that morning – I chose to stay in my apt, I needed a lot of personal space and mental rejuvenation time and I would have time to read and hibernate …  I never thought I would miss class on Monday

Friday, 12 Sep 2008, about 11.50pm, in my apt …

Ike visited around midnight last Friday, with strong wind, at times howling, bringing with it sweeping rain.  I was thinking about my “wedding cake” and how it would look like in a couple of weeks, and working on some internet resources.  Dad called to check if everything was alright, just then the rain poured.  Dad would call me on my cell phone every Friday close to midnight to have a chat with me – Singapore is 13hr ahead, and I would call him back on skypeout.  About 2.20am, I recorded some footage on flip video from my apt of the weather outside my glass pane.  One 3min long footage started and ended with a temporary blackout inside my apt and outside on the streets.  The complete power outage started at 2.30am which was to last the next 80hr for me, thankful, as I realised later the blackout hit some households for the week.  Lights out, I went to sleep reluctantly. 

Saturday, 13 Sep 2008, about 9.00am, still asleep …

BK called to wake me up.  He, together with my parents, Pei San, my sis, David, and 6 lovely children, were about to celebrate my brother’s 38th birthday with birthday song and cake cutting at Chengam home in Singapore.  I remembered my power was cut and there was nothing I could do to access skype webcam to join in celebration.  I realised nothing in my apt, including my alarm clock, worked.  Reality hit when my cell phone ran out of battery, and I felt disconnected since all my communication channels were down.  I was hopeful that power would be up in a couple of hours, as the lady at Walgreen told me the day earlier.  I packed my apt – it has been a mess for the last week … and then read 2 magazines – Entrepreneur on Young Millionaires, and National Geographic on Elephant Love Story … I learnt that elephants are highly emotive and about their group dynamics in the ecosystem.  I am a magazine and book junkie but have resisted spending on magazines since I arrived. 

I went to sleep that night at 8pm when it got dark.  Waking at 10pm and every couple of hours – I have a poor habit of sleeping 2-3hr during school week.  Rather, I never found I needed to sleep a lot.  I was hopeful the next time the day break, everything would be back to normal.

Sunday, 14 Sep 2008, about 8.00am, in my apt …

A light drizzle ended.  The air was cool, a little cold for me.  I decided to go out for a walk.  I sat at the bus stop.  “Is the metro running?”, a truck stopped by me to ask …  I don’t know, just trying my luck. “Do you know where I can get gas?” … Maybe Shepherd?   I overheard some places in Shepherd were opened for business.  I went back to my apt, had put on my jogging shoes to walk around the area but changed my mind.  I had left my apt door and blinds wide open to enjoy the daylight, for the first time since I moved into the apt, it felt safe and nice.  The hurricane brought neighbours closer together, with all the updates and chatters.  I resumed reading Grand Livre de Cuisine d’Alain Ducasse Desserts and Pastries by Frederic Robert, where I left off weeks back, skimming through the recipes and dreaming …  That evening, I remembered fretting over how I can get my uniform and apron ironed for school the next day – yes, I was still hopeful power would be back soon.    Again night fell about 8pm again, I was awake and again at 10+pm, and again at 4am … I had wanted to make use of the quietness and the dark to ponder … it turned out to be futile, the images were colourless and the thought lacked power and energy.

Monday, 15 Sep 2008, about 6.30am, in my apt …

Surely there is no class right?  A guy updated me the day before that school was definitely out for whole of Houston on Monday.  Hmm… 2 days of school missed, I thought.  My antipation for power to resume was running low.  I didn’t miss food last 2 days, only edgy about missing classes and internet connection – connection to the outside world.  I used visulization to ”attract” light but I was not powerful enough… it sounded funny now but I was desperate and serious then. 

Today, I told myself to be useful and started reading a section on On Baking by Labensky et al, a school text book.  By late afternoon, I urgently needed some outside inspiration and connection.  For the first time, I walked around the The Gardens, I realised the apartment across the bayou were really just opposite, separated by a bayou and a road.  That evening, I was to receive some warm food from a then stranger whom I now know as Andrene, who came by as ”I thought you may like something warm“… such warmth – I always believe I am blessed and protected by angels

That night I looked out across the bayou again, no lights … surely there is no school right since my chef didn’t have lights too?  I managed to sleep through most of the night.  

Tuesday, 16 Sep 2008, about 9am, ready to find power source …

Still no electricityenough! … I was going to find some way to charge my phone.  I met a group of neighbours at the gate … I got mixed signal whether there was school, since 1 girl was going back the following day, but the teacher in the group told me they had no school till the following Monday.  10min on, someone shouted from level 3 “We’ve got power”… that moment was filled with hi-fives and exuberance. I got my cell phone charged, contacted my family in Singapore, was everywhere in virtual space – blog, email, skype, facebook … only to lose my internet connection for next 24h.  Having power back, and yet no use of internet made me felt edgy.  I quickly did my laundry in case there was school the next day. How did we spend our days 15 years back in those limited internet age?  I wondered.

BK called my cell phone that night … he asked me how I knew if there was school.  Mum told me earlier BK had called Dennise (as he only had Dennise’s name card during school tour) during power outage and was told school may be out for the week.  Huh? … He asked if I got other source of information – I said I believed there was no school that day since I had looked across the bayou the night before before I slept, and my chef has no lights too … he was amazed … or amused, maybe … by my method of logical deduction to decide if school was on.  He advised me to find out from a proper channel. Hee!

Wednesday, 17 Sep 2008, about 10+am, in my apt …

I really wanted to go out, but couldn’t – waiting for AT&T serviceman to come between 12-5.   I started on Biography of Julia Child and Baking with Julia.  By mid afternoon, I got my internet back up again.  I continued where I left off last Friday with my resource search for my “wedding cake”.  I decided I have to go somewhere the next day for a breather … listed some cafes I would like to try.

That night, I had another internet outage which lasted only an hour … I made and ate corn bread.

Thursdays, 18 Sep 2008, about 9+am, in uptown …

 

I was really happy to take in the sights “outside” again.  I planned to visit French Riveria Cafe at Chimney Rocks – had read about the freshness and French-ness of the breads??!! … Alas, it was not opened, … had Kolache Factory for the second time.  But I was happy just to be out … I was walking along a stretch along Westheimer @ Montrose – … then the demographic changed … shops featuring adult novelties, fantasy gifts and toys, spyware, tatoo, tarot cards and palm reading … , I decided to hop on a bus to return to Post Oaks Blvd where I feel more comfy.  Dreaming in Barnes & Nobles… Elyse called to said school still had no power and she would update me on Sunday if school would be on on Monday?? ;(

Friday, 19 Sep 2008, about 9+am, in midtown …

Checked out Coco’s Crepe at Midtown.  Bus made a detour from its usual route to cross into downtown when a police signalled to the bus captain the bridge was closed … not sure … anyhow.  Having nutella crepe and coffee by the sidewalk on a weekday morn was very therapeutic to the soul, a light background music, people watch, nice sun ray though the breeze was a tad too cold - I forgot I was in Houston?!!  Very productive, I completed 1/3 on Stephen Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People

Walked from Gray to W Gray most of the way, shopped for a mini cheesecake pan at Sur La Table.  Garren called to ask if I am ok and if I would like to join for dinner that evening – I was to meet 2 Singaporeans Garren and David that evening, we have never met before and yet they never felt like strangers.  Had dinner at KL Malaysia, I would conclude the company was better than the food.  I missed the spices but I don’t miss food in general.  They brought me to a supermarket called Golden selling all Chinese and Asian stuff, for a after dinner walk.  I already have the essentials in my apartment.  Thank you for the company, Garren and David! 

 

Back at apartment, I called BK who just touched down into Singapore from Hong Kong.  While I was out that morning, internet connection to AT&T terminal went flat … no connection again.  But I was out the whole day and decided not to think about it. 

Saturday, 20 Sep 2008, about 10am, in apt …

Decided to do nothing for the day, feeling moderate withdrawal symptoms from missing school and missing internet connection.  I allowed myself to do as I wished – spent the day hibernating in the apartment, was not progressing even though I was reading 7 Habits, achieved fewer than 10 pages.  Took out some maps and materials I had on Houston and starting planning a getaway if ever school was not going to start on Monday…ha!  Realised I have a Houston map by metro transit system – interesting.  It provided a bird eye’s view of how areas are connected by bus routes.  

Energy drained by evening, decided to go H.E.B., more for a breather - got my first bunch of veg – broccoli and spinach – since Ike.  Bumped into a familiar face – not a stranger, not a friend either, just someone I bumped into in my neighbourhood while he walked his dog.  He came forward to talk, my sustained interest was shortlived – especially after he went into the nutrients and vitamins for each choice of purchase in his cart and he repeated some words as if I didn’t understand English – juicer, you understand juicer?? … He tried to tell me the way to choose a watermelon was to smell it after he saw I picked up a personal watermelon (cute, literally what it was called!).  I needed a quiet break shopping, and I know you don’t sniff your way to a good watermelon.  Garren, David and I were just talking about watermelon selection the previous evening.  Anyhow I continued alone with “retail therapy”.  Cooked a quick dinner of broccoli, baked beans and eggs. 

Wow … got my internet connection back, after nearly 2 days.  Brother called to connect mum and me on skype.  Decided to make cold dessert red bean soup for the next day – bought a packet of “small red beans” from H.E.B. - they were not small, bigger than the beans we cooked back home.  Mum told me to try doing my own bean paste for pastries, prompted by the recent news that commercial supply of bean paste from China apparently had some issues.  I was indeed thinking about bean paste that very evening.  She reminded me not to eat too much red beans, as legumes generally exacerbate joint problems - I had sustained a sport injury to the medial collateral ligament in my right knee though my knee has been pretty faithful to me in the past years.  Got my energy back with internet back on.  Life moved at a faster tempo

Sunday, 21 Sep 2008, about 11am, along Rice Blvd …

I was feeling high spirited walking along tree lined Rice Blvd.  I was to check out Croissant Brioche Cafe – a nice casual french cafe where I completed the second third of 7 Habits and sat in a corner for next 3hr …. the spinach quiche was tasty but would have preferred the crust more crusty??hmm … I love quiche. The coffee was flavourful, not sure why I ordered a latte - had wanted just a cafe au lait, nvm.  Didn’t have room for the almond croissant which I read was good.  Enjoyed walking the streets that make up Rice Village, even though most of the shops were closed.  Happy to find Half Price Books – Garren just mentioned to me on Friday.  I spent too much on books, maybe you can call it investment ;)   So I spent another 3hr in the bookstore.  I found a new copy of 7 Habits for 6 bucks – what a steal – what was more important was that I committed myself to work on effectiveness of “my life“ over the coming weeks, and the book I was reading belonged to Mr LeNotre.  Other than the 30min wait for the first bus, I was back at my apt by the next half hour.

I snacked on my red bean dessert and an apple, too lazy to cook dinner.  Yes, I gave in to my craving of jalapenos tortilla chips when I was at Walgreen to pick up the refill phone card .  I had put back on some weight over the last week, I think - it must be the high carbo diet. 

Decided to update the post as a week+ overview, as part of last week was pretty mundane and repetitive with pre-occupied thinking.  I have a couple of posts to update coming week, including finishing the one I started on “Capturing the Moments..“ before power went out.

Sunday, 21 Sep 2008, about 10pm, in my apt …

Dozed off … when I woke up and disoriented, I saw 9.40 on the clock and had a bad shock – I thought I missed the first day of level 2 class – ha ha ha!  I am really anxious to return to pastry lab … I was initially thinking about it so much that I was disppointed when there was no power and no school as each day went by.  I had to suppress the anticipation to lead more effective days from Thursday.

My sleep pattern was broken in the past week, I no longer wake up automatically at 5.30am.  BK assured me he will wake me up tomorrow, he had just arrived into Sydney while I was roaming Rice Blvd.  Looking forward to return to school and excited to meet chefs and my friends again are no exaggeration.

I look at the date … 21 Sept … the last proper lab time before the exam was on 5 Sept … how time flies…  Can’t turn back the clock of past week - will Chef Philippe push us extra hard or give us extra attention to make up lost hours? … It is a real deal, I am more than happy to take on and take in whatever.

Going to iron my uniform and back to my 3hr sleep schedule…

Gimme a Break Sometimes

It is okayThat is fine It doesn’t matter …  I realised I say a lot of these words in class and in many situations.  My classmates made me aware of this.  (edited 31/08: They were trying to guess when I meant it when I said which???  It is very simple, I mean it all the times I said it, no second guess needed.)

My classmates know I don’t curse or swear, at least not in school or in Houston, except for the occasional “oh sxxx”, even then it was an expression to express disgust at myself for making a silly mistake or an expression in jest.  Sometimes it was used to replace words like “Oh gosh”, “alamak” etc.  Other than that, my English vocabulary in swear words are extremely limited by choice.  Elizabeth was amused when she overheard me sprouting words occasionally – maybe 2 times … ha - and she said she found it cute even when I said it???  A school environment is not as brutal as corporate life  - maybe brutal is too strong a word but some things happened at my ex-company and affected my ex-boss so this word is apt for now as my friend cum ex-colleague has accurately expressed in her email – daily happenings in the culinary institute do not frustrate me as much, in the shoes of a student, it may be a different perspective altogether when one sees it from the point of a chef-instructor, a staff or even the boss.

Some classmates even knew that they can fool around with me and get away with it – eg taking the cookie cutter away as her own when I reached out for it, pulling away the paper towel while I was waiting for the long strip to clean out my stuff – they know such things don’t bother me.  I found such incidents amusing sometimes. I usually see the lightness in such situations – thing that doesn’t hurt doesn’t bother me – oh even it hurts, things that don’t kill me make me stronger as the saying goes.  So far the only time my face changed that very instant was when Jillian took a broom to knock against my pant when she was sweeping and was kidding with me – thought then I gave her a shock.  Jennie was present and she thought it was some Chinese superstition about a broom bringing bad luck.  Nay, none of that, I just don’t like my uniform to be messed with.  After that, I would tell anyone “It is okay!”, “It doesn’t matter!”, “No worries” … “… as long as you don’t mess with my uniform”… Hee

In my past life, I took life very seriously, I couldn’t allow myself to slack - I believed it was developed from years of training, responsibilities and competition in school days – a great 10 year of it! … and again responsibilities and race against time in corporate life.  I guess I still have a darn serious outlook but I have since lightened up a lot.  This was apparent to my friends who knew me from early years – especially ex-team members, not so for many who just knew me or know me superficially, some would still think I am very uptight.  I am conscious of this and still working on it – sometimes certain actions on my part still feel awkward but I guess practice makes perfect.  I wasn’t sure then if it was an expectation of myself, an expectation of what I thought others have on me, or a real expectation of what a few have of me.  Now I do enjoy a light atmosphere, a lighter load on my heart and my mind.  But from how I see it, a lot is still happening … in my mind.  The more I read and know, the more I know I don’t know, so I work harder to know more what I should know.  In my current life in pastry, there are many things I have to learn from scratch, and I just have to work harder to know, understand and apply - so really my mind didn’t have space for many things else.

When there is so much going on in the mind, I let many things passed especially when they don’t warrant my energy or attention.  Sometime I will get involved especially when I can help - to be a listener, a mediator, or recommend a good read, or just contribute my laughter and play.  Many times, I would just step away to clear my mind, exit from mindless chatters, become a passive observer when group-ness is warranted, shut up when I can’t be of help to make things better or just act blur.

Sometimes I really just need a break, it is difficult to explain or I don’t bother to.  Really I still don’t know why people take time to make comments or say things, especially in my name, to another and even made me look silly and turned around to me in all seriousness they were just kidding.  Again I find this “无聊”, but I couldn’t find an English word to express the emotion correctly.  Usually I would walk away, take myself out of the conversation or next … before my face shows a change of colour.  My face does tell a lot more than I speak, I realise.  Not sure if I should do something to that.. ha.

Something happened today – it is trivial or plain ”无聊” and I have no better reason than Gimme a Break, Please

“Just shut up”, I said to Robert at one point during class today.  No, I didn’t raise my voice, I hardly raise my voice except when I laugh.  It was 1.20pm and I was prepping for lunch.  I knew he was just kidding but I guessed it was not the right moment, at least for me.  Chef Sebastien turned around and asked “What did you say?”, I repeated I told Robert to shut up.  That is not a nice thing to say, Chef said, looking up from the apple strudel he had just placed on the cutting board.  I knew too, because it didn’t feel right and doesn’t sound like my intention.  Robert tried to lighten the mood by saying “You know, Joycelyn, I am sensitive”, and I said “I am sensitive too”, Chef looked at me a second time and I guess he knew I was just stepped on the wrong foot, or my tail if I have one and I believe he excuse me for this rare expression of my state of mind.  Just minutes earlier, I was cutting the bread for lunch as Chef of the Day, and I was using a half size cutting board, then I realised there was the apple strudel and was a little frus with myself I have to transfer to a large size cutting board – yes, really a trivia.  Robert helped me to collect the board, and he said to Chef in jest, “Chef, Joycelyn said she prefers to use a small cutting board”.  In my heart, I knew he was joking as we usually did, in my mind the trigger went off, from my mouth out shot “Just shut up”.  Usually I would laugh it off and say “No, I didn’t say that”.  Such trivia would usually escape me, “in one ear, out the other”.  Anyway, I apologised to Robert after and told him I didn’t mean to be curt, I just didn’t like things to be said when I am doing stuff and especially words which never came from me.  I would usually brush it off as ”无聊” and laugh it off, I couldn’t find a word to express the right emotion then, so “Just shut up” came and sounded totally off balance and inappropriate.  Anyway, there is still no excuse, and my apology is sincere.

Sometimes, like it or not, admist my smiles and laughters, I just need a break ~ yes, a mental break.  At least gimme a break sometimes. Today, I was like a car that needed refuel.  It may not be the specific incident or who that I mind, it is just that I am short on energy then to be nice about it.  Then over lunch April asked me why I looked so serious when I am always smiling.  I didn’t respond to that but later I made an effort to joke that it was her … hee.  I guess I just need a break back into my shell, and the weekend came at the right time, a long weekend at that.  (I am still clueless why Monday* is a public hol, I didn’t bother to check, I am glad it is a break!)

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* 31 Aug and 1 Sept:  Got it! Labour Day.

Missing The Man at Home

Last night, I was trying to open a new bottle of mineral water and the cap just wouldn’t budge – tried as I might – I scraped some skin off my right palm and cut my left index finger - ouch! – And it still wouldn’t budge.  I immediately thought of BK and sms him so – ha … he was then on the flight to Seoul.  Every now and then, little things happened that nudged me he is not here with me, especially when I needed TLC.  Now the cap is finally opened - Jennie taught me to leverage on the back handles of a scissor or a tool when The Man is not around, so I tried with that of a turn-screw can opener and it worked!  She mentioned to me about living without The Man at Home!!??  Hee.

When I first came to Houston, I knew nuts about the direction here.  Today I still can’t tell which part of Houston is E or W till I read the map.  The bus route still confuses me, especially when it states Eastbound or Westbound, I recognise and remember places way better.  I read the map pretty well though, so at least that helps me get around.

BK was here with me for a week.  He made sure I got an apartment that is in a safe environment and comfortable enough for me to live in, he got most of the bulky necessities stocked up for next 5 months while I am here, he visited the school with me to make sure the culinary institute I have chosen to come all the way from Singapore for exists and it is as what the website stated, he oriented me to the bus stops so that I am at the right one to go to school each morning and back, he drove the bus routes so that I became familiar with the environment and could go places.  After he has done all these, he told me he felt comfortable and he was ready to head back to Singapore … I felt sad… and he said I will be fine living in Houston alone.

In the first week, when I wanted to visit a pastry cafe, he checked the bus route and timing for me so that I wouldn’t get lost, I just couldn’t make sense of bus 40 bus stops, there are 4 bus stops in 4 different directions?  Singapore time is 13 hours ahead of Houston, this meant that when I was going out on Saturday mid morn, it was already late at night for him.  One day I told him, I have got to read the metro myself, and I did.

We chatted and webcam via skype daily, that was before he joined a new company where skype usage was not permitted.  Now we are on MSN IM.  We still prefer to talk via skype and he had it loaded on his mini notebook.  He gives me wake-up calls every morning… oops yes! … mostly from Singapore, recently in Hong Kong and today from Seoul, Korea wherever he made his business travels.   I remembered there was one morning he missed my wake-up call and I didn’t wake up to catch the bus.  April came to save my day and got me to school early that day.  He called and was worried I missed school … Ha ha …  Of course I wasn’t mad, I felt pampered he remembered my wake up time whatever he was doing and wherever he was.  That day, I remembered Chef Sebastien looked at me in disbelief, “You got an overseas wake-up call from your husband everyday?“  Yes, I still do, even though now I hear my alarm clock better.

Every weekend, he would brunch with my dad to update him on me over local carrot cakes, char kway teow and kopi at a neighbourhood hawker centre - my dad just could not associate himself with technology to keep up with my updates.  In the beginning, BK would print out pictures and gave dad a run through based on the scripts I wrote for each pix.  More recently, he would print out my blog entries so that my dad got to keep up with my thinking and happenings.  I am really thankful he has a good relationship with my dad and my family.  Every Friday whenever he is not travelling, he would visit my parent’s cum brother’s home to have dinner, mum would cook him special dishes as he needs to eat out most of the week when I am not around.  My sis-in-law told me once he stayed to watch a Barbie doll movie with my 3 little nieces – how nice!  He is a patient guy and would usually play with them.  Now he will attend all the family birthday celebrations as we did from June to Dec each year – yes all the birthdays at home are all between June to December, all 14 of them … and we celebrate them… I miss all these family celebration!  My dad turned 69 last month and he set up a skype webcam so that I got to celebrate for my dad too.  How thoughtful and cool!

I am thankful I can live my passion and share a common goal with The Man at Home.  I am looking forward to his trip to Houston when I earn my Diploma in Baking and Pastry Arts.  And then I will be back home in Singapore.  Smile!