Keisuke Cineleisure

We finally went back for some crab ramen since it moved from Millennia Walk.

I had the light version while Immanuel had the rich one. I prefer this one. We were especially bloated, no fault of this place.

We’re learning to listen to our bodies and stop overeating.

Ramen Keisuke Kani King
Address8 Grange Road, #01-03 Cathay Cineleisure Orchard, 239695
Mon-Thu: 12pm – 3pm, 5pm – 10pm
Fri: 12pm – 3pm, 5pm – 2am
Sat: 12pm – 2am
Sun: 12pm – 10pm

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Changi Airport / Staying the Path

I love this place. Changi Airport has been a huge part of my life. My memories of it as a child aren’t that clear. But the memories I have of it when I was still in Anglican remain vivid.

I remember dashing into the train after school at Tanah Merah, and doing silly things at quiet areas with my friends. Lying on the stairs, pretending we were mannequins are among the many things we did there as teenagers. Many of those spots and now gone but I’ve kept some in photos for my personal viewing pleasure. Camera phones had just come out then and though the quality isn’t good, it’s at least a preservation of the stupid things we did.

I remember studying at the airport. McDonalds, TCC, viewing galleries, Burger King, staff canteens, and I’ve lost count. All the food options made it so convenient. Students in Singapore study here all the time. It’s the one airport that I’ve seen people actually come all the time to do non-airport things. As an adult, I spent countless nights here marking assignments at Krispy Kreme and again, the viewing gallery.

I remember all the flights in and out of the country. The several short trips with my friends and the rare long one to Italy. I remember crying the entire flight back from Paris, and leaving with joy in my heart for my honeymoon in Japan. Trips are always something I look forward to but coming home to the warmth of Changi Airport cushioned the disappointment of coming back to real life in Singapore.

I remember all the good meals I’ve had with my family at the airport – from fast food, to cafes, to ramen, sushi and tonkatsu, to hawker fare, to Penang cuisine, and our ever delightful Aston’s. It’s the one activity that we all enjoy and living near the airport made it our favourite ‘mall’ to go to.

As I write this, there are countless families hanging out here, children running around or scooting while parents watch them knit these memories into their childhood.

Today, the airport has served as my place of refuge again. I come here whenever I don’t know what to do (both in the lost and bored sense). I brought a book that Immanuel got for me from Hillsong. Bobbie Houston’s Stay the Path. I listened to the audiobook before but as I’m reading it now, it seems pretty fresh to me. Which should be a sure sign that I should terminate my audible subscription.

I love how Ps Bobbie talks about being convicted of who I am, where I’m headed, and what I am about. Because these are the exact questions I’m trying to answer in this season. Through journaling and blogging, I’m hoping to pick up the many pieces of my life – scattered thoughts, rushing too much too fast in my career, and the next transition I’m facing. By no means do I consider myself a leader, but I do desire to be a servant. Many times I’ve struggled with pride and self-righteousness, and beating myself hard over things that don’t even matter to others. With 90 years left, I want to live my life clearly. I may not always have clarity, but I want to be clear about the person I am about.

And that bit on ‘what compels you’ got me. To know the things I stand for and care about, and know the things that I can let go. Not everything is meant to be put in such deep focus, and for me in this season I know my focus isn’t working in a school and teaching large classes, and handling all the responsibility that they zap my energy, drain my mind and take time away from my family. Did I do exceptionally well? No. I’m not on that track. If I wanted it, I guess I could slog even harder to get it. No guarantees though. But I think I did a fairly good job, considering that my rankings were decent. I genuinely cared for some students, got along well with my colleagues, and did many things for the school. But none of what I did compelled me.

I enjoyed parts of my job but rather than energise me, I was perpetually drained. One can get drained on a job but I couldn’t deal with being drained and being in front of my students. What a role model I would’ve been if I continued next year?

I made the decision to leave now so I wouldn’t have to find out.

So many thoughts on just the first 2 chapters. I’m looking forward to reading the rest of it.

Naan for breakfast

On the way to church this morning, we stopped by Little India to settle breakfast at Tekka Market and it turned out to be a lovely impromptu one.

Usually, I’d shy away from trying new stalls as I firmly believe in only having what’s tried and tested. I’ve had better naan and butter chicken but it wasn’t too bad and what was so fun about it was that we were just intending to take another train at Little India to get to Bugis. The hustle and bustle of the market was delightful and it made me so thankful to be able to spend a Sunday morning leisurely having breakfast with my husband.

We couldn’t hang around too long as I had to serve at FK, but it was an hour well spent.

Sebastian’s / At the Myo

Jie brought us to this place that she frequently patrons, and it turns out that they moved to their own space which was right where Imm proposed!

Excellent wagyu truffle rice, which would have been so much better with an onsen egg. But it’s not like I love egg yolks anyway…

Mummy’s aglio olio with chicken

Off the menu clam soup – usually served with spaghetti

French onion soup

Mushroom soup

Lamb chops

Yx’s double portion spaghetti with steak

Discovered this sparkling yuzu drink

Har Cheong Gai

I’d definitely go back again, for the wagyu rice, clam soup and the view of our proposal venue.

At the Myo
Address4 Everton Park, #01-42, Block 4, 080004
Sun-Fri: 12pm – 9pm
Sat: CLOSED

Guo Tie 锅贴

This is my go-to ‘snack’ whenever I head to Chinatown. It is by far the best guotie I’ve had! It must be also the fact that it was such a treat whenever a relative bought it over when I was young. The perfect thickness of the crispy-doughy skin, and the pork and chives inside which are not too overwhelming, go so well with the chilli sauce and vinegar. I don’t usually eat the ginger shreds but I don’t mind them in the vinegar dip.

Tian Jin Fong Kee (People’s Park Complex)
Address1 Park Rd, Singapore 059108

Tribal prints

I went back to @ninanailsg to get a set of nail art done. Up to the point where she was doing the non-painting parts of the manicure, I was still undecided on the design.

I browsed through one of her magazines and found one and she gamely took it on and modified it along the way. It turned out really pretty and unusual. And I absolutely loved it.

 

Impact

I’ve been struggling with the concept of impact. Particularly in my previous career. I found too many relationships too fleeting and I couldn’t reconcile it with what I’m doing.

After so long of struggling with esteem, purpose, meaning, and just not being too pleased with the comparison of who I am and who I want to be, R summed it up in this quote she handlettered for me:

And I take heart that in the midst of all the voices of accusation that shout that I should’ve done more, I had one extremely sweet girl who got me a little bag because she saw that the one I used at work was stained.

If the 4 years I had spent, putting my heart and soul, tears and all, had amounted to this, well, I think I have succeeded.