I feel as if I’ve made enough public appearances in the last couple of days, which is satisfying. Anyone else whom I’ve neglected to contact so far or have missed seeing, feel free to call me at my new Singapore mobile number (yes, I finally got one): (+65) 8147 3615 In all likelihood I’ve simply lost your mobile number (Kwong, for instance, if you see this – call me).
Today, goodness knows why, I accompanied my mother to one of the endless activities she attends at the sports club. This time it was a Japanese cooking demonstration, which managed to make everything look very easy to prepare, as long as you have all the correct (Japanese) ingredients and implements. It was pretty cool to watch an enormous 4kg salmon go from fresh off the plane from Norway (head, tail, fins and all) to bountiful plates of creamy sashimi. I certainly ate enough of that to cover the registration fee for the course And who knew chawan mushi was so simple to make (minus all the unheard of dashi ingredients like bonito)?
The overall atmosphere was a very curious cross between Desperate Housewives and Under One Roof, which I suppose I should have anticipated. Fairly amusing, and a good exercise in being very still.
After that I headed straight for the gym to try and run off some of the breakfast-latebreakfast-lunch-secondlunch that had almost inadvertently happened. Of course I was distracted by the magazine rack (hey, I miss my on-campus subscriptions!), but I did manage a twenty-minute run, which wasn’t much, but better than nothing.
Oh, and it nearly slipped my mind, but I finally got my Singapore driver’s license!! Muahaha. I converted my Massachusetts license, which really is a joke, if you remember how easily (and sketchily) I qualified for that. I’m surprised that my parents have actually been quite proactive about getting me into the driver’s seat, with lots of supervision, of course. Nothing unfortunate to report yet, thank God.