It’s been a long while since I’ve updated. Or rather, it feels like it.
What’s new? Let’s see.. I ran my 2nd half-marathon ever as a Sundown Ambassador and clocked 2:28 after the most exhausting period at work so i was pretty happy with that. Now I’m an ambassador for the Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore 2015! I’m slowly getting a footing on my career plans when I start a new chapter of my life in Melbourne next year, and am raring to get down and dirty into market research, branding and product development/testing all over again. I plan to eventually set up my own business there, after working for a little more in Australia just so I get a clearer footing in the local market’s demands and needs. I’m REALLY excited about that :)
Sean and I have been wonderful and sometimes we question how we’re doing this long-distance thing so well – but I think the formula to it is pretty straightforward, and we’re surprised at its effectiveness as well. Just being honest, trusting, and communicating well and clearly…understanding each other’s needs and always moving forward/growing together. Now there’s a possible option of Sean being posted to the UK or USA for a couple of months next year, right before I move over in July. If that works out (and I urged him to take up the opportunity if it presents itself), we would continue our long-distance relationship to an even longer-distance relationship haha. The timezone difference would be nothing short of insane.
But that’s that! I’m flying down to Melbourne again this coming weekend. I haven’t seen Sean in 3 months, so we’re both a little delirious to be able to see each other again!!!!!
I’ve also been going through a couple of food fads recently. I love chwee kueh. I’ve loved it since I was a little girl and eating 10-cent chwee kueh from the small market at Jurong East. I am now 23 years old..and I still have an unwavering love for chwee kueh. To the point where I asked my mom & Joey if we could go to Tiong Bahru market to eat chwee kueh of epic proportions.
Pardon the above picture. I was so excited about my chwee kueh that it slipped and slid all over the tray on my hurried scurry back to the table. And this was after the grouchy lady took the orders of 3 men behind me in the queue, and then told me off loudly on not voicing out my order (I was patiently waiting for her to acknowledge me for my order as she was busy but I guess I’m not “garang” enough :( ). Under normal circumstances, I would’ve been quite affected and sad at being humiliated in public because a chwee kueh auntie told me that “the whole world is not going to wait for you to open your mouth”. But I was THAT excited to eat my chwee kueh. All the negativity melted away.
Story of my life. Can fight clients, cannot fight chwee kueh aunties.
But anyway, I was taking a picture of the hawker centre to send to Sean (he loves hawker food thank God) and this was Joey’s face.
Also, if alcohol were remotely equivalent to hanjuku eggs, I think it’s fairly safe to say that I’ve been off on a bender for way too long. I’ve never been such a frequent customer of 7-11 in my life. It’s come to a point whereby I have strategically researched on which outlets near my work/home do and do not stock hanjuku eggs (the lone 7-11 in a private residential corner behind my condo and the 7-11 beside my office building are my main suppliers). The cashiers on certain shifts at the 7-11 behind my house recognise my face, my alarmingly chirpy demeanour upon discovering that the eggs were in stock, and the slightly crazed look in my eyes as I set a packet of eggs down on the counter for purchase.
Joey asked me how long I thought my adoration for hanjuku eggs would last.
To which I replied, “Forever“.
And then we found the fishcake stall that my dad used to buy fishcakes from. I fancied the longish, inappropriately dick-shaped one, I remember. Or the fishballs that were the size of tennis balls. I’d eat away the skin and then dig into the springy fishcake itself. As Joey and I pored over the selection of fishcakes, my eyes settled on the biggest one of all.
The fishcake equivalent to the size of a small, cored pineapple. The fishcake comparable to a portion of the size of my round face (and that’s a feat). The fishcake of my dreams.
I proudly proclaimed my dedication to finish this fishcake in 1 sitting, and pondered if I should’ve bought one more.
My claims were soon falsified when I took 2 feeble attempts to finish the fishcake. I should’ve blotted some oil from it as well. But well…………………….what’s done is done.
Green juice anybody? Heh.