Monday, May 21, 2007

Life is what I make of it

and I think I may have been doing a pretty decent job of it lately. :o)

It's been a superb weekend. (Speaking of which, this reminds me of another one not that long ago that I've wanted to blog about but in the hustle and bustle of work it's been left half-written in the draft folder. I''ll get back to that sometime. Well, that is if I ever finish this one.)

Nothing quite makes me happy like good food does. (My friends can all testify to that. haha.) A good dimsum lunch in Red Star restaurant in Chinatown with a fellow foodie on Sat really hit the spot. Then I zipped off to Suntec City for a quick coffee with a friend, G, before going for my dragonboat training in Kallang.

This second session didn't feel as tough as my first training with them. That day, the coach had been moving people around a little, maybe to get everyone familiar with the various positions. However, we were all rather surprised when he asked me and another girl, Shan-shan to be the pacers when we were rowing back towards the dock. (It appears that he's never put girls in the 1st 2 positions at the head of the boat. These are usually reserved for the powerful guys.) I was very nervous but secretly pleased. hee. We did alright I think. I was a little slower than her though. (Need to correct my stroke a little. I'm rusty.) But I think I was following the coach's pace ok. She's good to be able to go that fast!!! (The people behind her could hardly keep up.) The only unpleasant thing was that my tummy finally gave in (dimsum and coffee didn't seem to sit well with being rowed around. ha) as soon as I got into the shower. And as I was throwing up inside, 2 evil aunties were outside complaining that I was taking too long. One of my teammates screwed them up for me but they were relentless with their screaming.

Anyhow, I felt infinitely better after my shower. Met up with a secondary school senior whom I've not seen for a while for the 'Grasshoppers' concert. A HK male trio popular from back in the eighties when I was in primary school. It was fun, even though I didn't understand what they said or what they were singing (almost all of it in cantonese). They danced well and their voices were pretty good too. Similarly unforgettable are the flamboyant costumes. A good experience in all since I've never been to a pop concert.

He had arranged to meet up with a few others whom I've also not seen for a while after the concert and asked me if I wanted to go along. Of cos' I said yes! It was nice seeing old friends again. There were stories exchanged. Well, actually it was more like one of the guys who's always been a bit of a Casanova telling us his love stories (all the way from Singapore to Argentina!!! teehee)

I woke up bright and early on Sunday despite having only slept at around 2am. Lately, it's been a little frustrating that I've not been able to sleep in over weekends cos' my body wakes up automatically and refuses to stay shutdown past 830am. I know in a way it's not a bad thing cos' then I have the whole day to do stuff. But sometimes I just want to be a pig. haha.

Anyhow, I had some breakfast, read the papers and set off to G's place for a day of baking. We had a quick lunch of pesto macaroni and grabbed some last minute necessities from Cold Storage Jelita before we could start. My first attempt at bread turned out, erm, let's say, edible. haha. Apparently (according to G), bread's not an easy thing to make. We used Jamie Oliver's basic bread recipe and I decided to put herbs in one loaf and black olives in the other. Very Italian eh? ^_^ Like the true scientist (me. haha.) and accountant (G) we are, we thought through what might have gone wrong. The dough had rised quite well through both their provings. And G was even saying he thinks they smell good and was sure they'd turn out beautiful. The disppointment came when they went into the oven. They didn't rise as much as they should in the heat. We discovered it was because the tins were bigger (a pound) than he thought they were so the dough (1/2 pound) was not nearly enough. And we had left them in the oven a little longer than we should have (I think cos' I was hoping against hope that they'd rise more.) they weren't burnt, just not as light as they should be. So yeah, I hope to try again.


Thankfully, the other item (cranberry & black current scones) was an absolute success! And if I may say so myself, positively dreamy! :) Just the right amount of sweetness and the creamy softness of which crumbles into pieces in the mouth. I'll let the photos speak. ^_^


P.S. There was just about enough for the family - they are usually the guinea pigs! Hee. Dad who doesn't normally eat sweet stuff said it was not bad. Mum being the way she is, didn't say anything other than a rather surprised-sounding 'You made this?' I wish the Sis was around, she'd have given me comments. (Though I'd expect no less than raving praises from her, right sis? haha) Ru, my cousin said it was good. G's review that it was 'the best-textured scone he's had in as long as he can remember, was really really nice, can't think of anything but good stuff to say about it', was really encouragingly. And that coming from (in his words) a 'professional garden party-going, tea and scone-eating Englishman', it carries quite a bit of weight. :>

I'd have made more for friends but this was only a first attempt. So if the above results are reproducible, I plan to make more the next time. :D

After we were done with our baking for the day, G made me a very English dinner, toad in the hole (sausages & yorkshire pudding baked together) with roasted onion gravy, mashed potatoes and steamed brocoli. It was delightful!!!

Fraser lying across my place at the table.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Le sac de Rome

An ex-big boss from the company I was working in in Paris is in Singapore this week for a conference. We've kept in touch through email since I've left and so arranged to meet up for a drink and dinner in Clarke Quay yesterday evening. It was almost surreal seeing him in Singapore. And almost like old friends, we updated each other briefly of the past year and a half of each other's life and the awkwardness of unfamiliarity faded.

As it has always been before, conversations with him hardly gets boring. He reads widely (title of post is taken from title of chim historical/cultural/art movement book he's currently reading) and is an extremely intelligent individual. (ya, duh, he's a big boss...) And the best thing is, even though he's so much smarter than me, he never once implied he thought I was lesser than he is or that my opinions do not count because I'm not of his level. He's young for the accomplishments he's achieved. I only wish one day I could be like him. sigh. how??? When I marvelled at his success, he'd humbly say that he's been lucky. And he recounted the ways in which he thought Lady Luck played a big part. I have been really lucky too. The opportunities I've been given, the people (mentors) I've met along the way. As we chatted about work and future plans, he told me if I should ever need any sort of help (reference letter or recommendations) he'd definitely do what he can. That was really sweet of him to say. ^_^ I'm so glad we became friends. I remember when I first met him (as our bosses's boss) I had never thought I'd ever speak to him other than the general courtesies. He looked fierce, intimdating and totally unapproachable. So we never spoke much until at one of the company's dinner, when the only seat left was one next to him, I had no choice but to make polite conversations. Over dinner, he asked me questions, made witty jokes, laughed along with the rest of us. It was like he took off his serious work face and is actually a likeable person. After a couple of dinners and chats, I was no longer afraid of him and become a rather insolent (I'd joke with him when no one else dares) little (I was the youngest there) brat. haha.

There's this one instance which for some reason has etched itself firmly in my memory. Almost everyone in our group were in the cafe after lunch having coffee. In walked some big shots (him - Enrico's his name, I just realised I forgot to put his name, the CSO - Chief Scientific Officer, another really really smart man, and maybe some others). So, Enrico was wearing this really, really bright orange tie and I couldn't resist teasing him about it. At which he adamantly insisted it's not orange but red. You can imagine I wasn't going to back down, it's obviously orange! And such a bright shade at that! We went back and forth like this for a while. From the corner of my eye, I could see the CSO observing bemusedly. At some point I remembered I had just learnt the French word for tie ('cravate') and attempted to use it in our argument. Suddenly my French colleagues started laughing. Apparently I had said 'crevette' (which means prawn) instead. I must have turned as 'rouge' as his tie then. I laughed with them, at myself and started trying to cover up my mistake by muttering that I had meant to say the colour's almost like that of a prawn (cooked). hahaha.

Eh, I had gotten long-winded. I should get going soon. (As soon as my last rats are done. 'Come on guys!') Am skipping gym today *guilty* to go home and try to do some work (report to write up by Friday). Sigh.
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Friday, May 11, 2007

Office sounds

Tippitty tap tap tap, the keyboard sings away.
Bzzzzzz, the coffee machine grunts while grinding the beans.
Eemmm, the airconditioner's constant drone.
Droodroo, the telephone rings.
'Hello?'
Click click, the magnetic catch on the door.
Pzzzt pzzzt, the low murmurs of people.

Revelling in the rare chance to sit in my comfortable purple swivel chair at my desk.
With human beings around me.
Snapped out of my daydreaming when the booming voice of boss was heard approaching, around the corner.
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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Caught myself

craving for a hug. From you.
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Monday, May 07, 2007

Does this mean if I thought hard enough, you'd appear?

A place revisited after a great many years (geehz I'm old...) triggered memories of someone unthought and unheard of for a long, long time.
How are you doing? I wondered.
That same evening, your name was mentioned by someone in a team I just joined and news that you're well.
What a coincidence.
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

She ran, as fast as her faithful legs would take her. Past the crowds of men in suits, shirts and ties and ladies in their elegant office attire, past the stern-looking concrete and glass-fronted buildings. She sticks out like a sore thumb in her unglamorous old sleeveless t-shirt, shorts and trainers. But it didn't take very long before she's out of there.

Once she got to the riverside, there was no lack of people on similar missions. The appetising aromas of food from the restaurants nearby wafted by on the sea breeze. These invisible tendrils of temptation were faintly heard, invitingly whispering, 'Come, sit down, rest your legs, eat and drink.' She tuned out, concentrating on her pace and pressed on, her shoes feeling extremely light on her feet. There were many sitting by the stone steps close to the waters, admiring the night scenery, what she considers one of the best views of Singapore. In a place as this, it would be surprising if you don't see couples strolling hand-in-hand.

Because of some construction works, part of the route was closed and she ran along the side of the main road. Buses, cars, lorries, motorcycles rushed by, giving out plumes of acrid grey fumes. Holding her breath slightly, she tried to rush through the most unpleasant stretch.

They say the best comes after the worst. A right turn after the blockade leads into the park by the river. The sun is on her way to sleep, flooding the reflective surface of the water in pink, orange and yellow hues. Her favourite music playing melodically in her ears, she emptied her mind and felt the tension leave her body even as her legs kept going.

Some areas where the tree cover was thicker, the air smelt of clean moisture and green leaves. She inhaled voluminous lungfuls of the fresh air then. The light rain earlier had left small puddles along the way which she managed to avoid in the low light.

The end of the pathway announced it's time to turn around and head back. Picking up the speed as she got closer to her goal, she managed to finish it in her set time. A blast of sweaty, recycled air hit her as she re-entered the gym. Sigh. It was so much better to be outside.
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