Back and swamped
I have some news: the kangaroo and I have been let go from our jobs officially. I couldn’t really talk about it before it was announced, so it’s out but we’re doing okay.
Most friends were shocked at the news but we saw it coming a few months before so it was just a matter of when. My websites will still go on as usual and I’m grateful that I have something to do everyday despite the terrible circumstances. I have other gigs coming up, too, so I’m looking forward to those.
Our holiday in Bali was awesome and I will be posting a series of posts on it. Although I am neither religious nor spiritual, I thought the universe was “speaking” to me yesterday.
On board of SQ12, I thought I was in for an awful journey as I was next to a talkative couple on their way to Los Angeles. The husband, in particular, could not stop making comments and complaints, so I couldn’t wait for take-off and plug into the 98 channels Singapore Airlines had to offer.
To my dismay, my TV system was not working. I sighed inwardly and resolved to focus on a copy of Newsweek and J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the whole seven-hour flight.
“Excuse me, miss,” chirped an air stewardess. “We are very sorry that your TV is not working, so here is a Kris Shop voucher worth USD75. So sorry for the inconvenience!” Who needs TV when you can get a gorgeous pressie for yourself like this…
Miss Dior Cherie Blooming Bouquet won me over with its creamy floral scent. It was only USD60, so I bought a box of Toblerone for the kangaroo to use up the remaining value in the voucher.
Although I think anyone’s spirits would perk up with an unexpected freebie, this felt extra special because I was feeling pretty low. Partly because of what the uncertain future brings, of having to tighten our expenditure for the next several months, and leaving all my close friends and family behind which was harder than usual because of the trying transition ahead.
When you have two homes like I do, your emotions can get all confused when you leave one for the other, even for a short period of time. You tend to miss both for all their good points and feel repulsed by the negative bits all at the same time, so you feel inextricably torn between the two.
Anyway, did you know your sense of taste is determined by what you smell? Maybe that’s why I love perfume and food so much. Both are a reflection of my mood and state of affairs. I wear perfume according to the climate and the image I want to project. For example, I would put on a fresh fragrance like YSL’s Paris if it’s a hot muggy day, and a chic scent like Guerlain’s Cherry Blossom if I’m heading out for a nice dinner.
So to be able to engulf myself in a new sparkly scent gave me back the bounce my flagging spirits needed. Maybe the universe was just telling me I shouldn’t be dwelling too much on the bad and there is a new beginning to look forward to — life can be full of good surprises even though it may throw you a bad one sometimes.
My foodie instincts don’t falter even if I feel down — there is no other better remedy than slurping up your favouritest food in the world.
This paper bowl of laksa was pretty good considering it came from a Toast Box outlet at Changi Airport’s Terminal 3. Instead of long thick vermicelli, the stall used bee tai mak (stubby rice flour noodles), which is something you can’t get anywhere else outside Singapore. The gravy was spicy and rich with coconut, so the small portion was a wise choice.
As I am sitting in front of my Mac, I feel a sense of bliss as I am back home at last, relishing familiar smells and flavours.
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