Old Klang Taste + Moving on

 

I ironically left out the traditional type of fishcake commonly used in Korea which is thin and rectangular shaped although that was the inspiration to looking up the recipe for it.

Discovering that what I had made has the same salty, sweet and consistency of the fishball sauce I remember from primary school days was a pleasant surprise.

Those days of recess time where the fishballs deep fried in wantan skins and that big pot of sweet brown sauce to dip them in was just so divine. 

I would eat that every day if the fishballs wasn't sold out. Back then it was only about 20 cents each! 

 

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God have heard me. 

 

November 15th I will officially go back to my old team. 

 

The mind games that went on for a few weeks after I applied for the position was emotionally exhausting. I'm thankful I have managed to stay firm with my answers and reasons. 

It is now over and I have signed the offer letter. 

 

I find comfort in the redemption story that has unfold this last year.

Ex boss had promised that if it was possible, he would have me back. 

And that have come to pass, 1 year and 3 months later. 

I have not wanted anything as much as this for a while now.

Which made it harder to surrender to God.

It was tough trying to keep the faith, believing His will for me and my desire to go will be the same.

Especially when the thoughts that my boss would also be praying to the same God persisted to make me feel smaller and unloved.

 

But God loves not one above the other. That is a truth no matter what happens. 

It is still the truth to hold on to even if anyone deny me of things because of this choice that I have made. 

 

There will be consequences, I am sure.

But knowing that God has won this battle for me makes me bolder and ready to stand firm for what I want and what I believe in.

This torment isn't forever

 The purity, essence and integrity of what it means to be a developer,
brittling into pieces when the line is blurred,
with giving in and submitting to doing the work of an Ops.
Why have we been reduced to this disgrace?
Why this despicable state?

Tell me O Lord, what wisdom have been imparted to have come to this?
Give me the same wisdom and understanding that I may know it is certainly from You,
and not from the vices of men in their perpetuous selfish nature.
Help me O Lord, to see Your will in this.
Help me know You are near.

This is Beth

 

 

After two long years sitting in her box, Beth is now freed!

She was THE choice made to that feeling that I was outgrowing my colorful nail polishes.

I wanted something that reflected a bit more maturity, a little less drama.

I am so glad she still resonates with me today.

Nude color is really subtle, I can't tell if it wasn't for the shine on it.

 

But nail polishes definitely was a phase; those days of going after OPIs and Zoyas are now pretty much behind me. 

I have not been keeping up with the dip powder stuff and new technology that goes with it.

Can't even remember when was the last time I had painted my own nails.

I had two nails painted in the last month or so only because Sonia had color changing ones that we were playing with when we had a meetup at their place.

I enjoyed today but only because I was planning it as a side activity to reading up an e-book.

Like, yeah I should open this new polish since my nails can dry during that reading time. 

It took me some time to get used to bare nails and after I did it was just a norm to the me with other higher priorities than my nails.

Maybe someday this would apply to my hair too and I would find the bi-annual trip for 6 hours at the hair salon to be a waste of time.

Until then, for now I am still very much hooked with the decoloring.

 

 

 

Starting the CNY right.

Feeling really thankful about jeans that fit even without trying.
Was such a leap of faith just looking at the length of cloth between the crotch to the waist and hoping that's long enough.
Its been the main trouble; not horizontally but vertically.

Am thankful that the last minute request to work on my night hours yesterday was productive and a success. At least it was not a request that prolonged until today when I'm officially off and so busy.

Am also thankful that with all the julienned work done today, my fingers are all still intact.
Thankful that there's a first time to making JHC, fish maw soup and making meatballs. Even though they didn't turn out as well as I would like them to, it is definitely a good learning process.

Thankful that this year, this house has become main house and tomorrow will be another round of eating.
It has been something at the back of my mind; like when would this rightful thing happen. And now it is here.
So tired but also so satisfying to have fed people today.

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I am not alone in doing this.

So thankful and feeling comforted that the One who sees the tears sent the one person who could help me to give me some clues how to figure it out.