Lunch at Sushi Airways

Usually, when June and I meet for lunch, she picks the place because she’s so much more of a foodie than I. But this time, I suggested that we pay a visit to Sushi Airways, a tiny Japanese airplane-themed restaurant tucked away on the second floor of a shophouse on the corner of Bussorah and Baghdad Street in the Kampong Glam area. We both love Japanese food, and since Sushi Airways’ chef Wong Eun Chun was previously from the Grand Hyatt, I thought it’d be worth a try.

The restaurant was pretty busy while we were there so I didn’t get any decent interiors of the place, but you can see plenty of photos taken by others and published online. I thought the decor deserved A+ for effort, but air travel really has nothing to do with Japanese food so I didn’t see the connection. Unless of course, you fly JAL. Even then, it’s not like the food at Sushi Airways is served airplane style – that would have really cheapened the really pricey fare.

But less talk, more photos!

Shake at Sushi Airways.

I was hungry so I ordered a serving of shake ($18.90) while waiting for June to arrive. Nice thick pieces, oh so fresh.

June and I decided that we would just share two items, for fear of over-ordering and also to save some room for dessert, which is always a must-have when June is around. We ordered the premium assorted sushi of the day (small plate, $38) and the recommended kani mentai cheese (also $38), which is crab meat with baked cheese and mentai.

Sushi Airways assorted sushi plate

The sushi plate was very…

Sushi Airways assorted sushi plate

…very…

Sushi Airways assorted sushi plate

…long!

We were quite stuffed by the time we’d finished everything on the plate. The sashimi slices were super thick (not that we complained!) and the portions of rice generous, making each piece extremely filling. We congratulated ourselves for not having ordered too much. And then the kani mentai cheese arrived. I love cheese in any form, so I’m biased, but I thought this was really delicious. I loved the different textures – the ebiko which burst into little fireworks of flavour, the gooey cheese, the chewy rice. Just, yum.

Sushi Airways kani mentai cheese

Presentation was a bit messy, but it went down a treat.

We quailed at the sight of so many pieces, but gamely finished all of it. There was no more room for dessert when we were done, for sure.

Our bill came up to just under $100 with tea. There’s no denying that Sushi Airways serves good quality grub, but methinks the renovation cost has been built into the prices. Will we be back? There are many other Japanese restaurants out there to be tried, some of which probably offer better value for money.

Sushi Airways
20A Baghdad Street
Singapore 199659
Open Mon-Sun 12.30-2.30pm, 6pm-10.30pm
Tel: 6291 1151 (reservations recommended)

Art of the Brick by Nathan Sawaya.

We finally managed to make it to the Art of the Brick exhibition over the weekend. The girls had been dying to go for the longest time. Between K being away and weekends packed with coaching after he returned, it was hard to find a day where all four of us could visit together. But the heavy rains on Sunday freed K from coaching, so off to the ArtScience Museum we went!

Art of the Brick is an exhibition featuring Lego-based sculptures by New York brick artist Nathan Sawaya. He creates pretty amazing stuff using standard Lego bricks – the exhibition in Singapore showcases only a small selection of his body of work. You can see other exhibitions and his latest creations on his website.

The magic of Lego.

The magic of Lego, in Sawaya’s words.

Here are photos of just a couple of the exhibits:

Yellow by Nathan Sawaya

Sometimes, we all feel like we need to get out of our own skin.

Ascension, by Nathan Sawaya.

Ascension, my personal favourite.

Hands, by Nathan Sawaya.

Hands – one of the first sculptures you see when you enter the exhibition.

This is what writer's block feels like.

This is what writer’s block feels like.

Lego T-rex.

The T-rex was easily the most impressive sculpture in the entire exhibition, for its sheer scale.

There were also opportunities to play with Lego, which made Zoe very happy. Even though we have an extensive collection of Lego at home, it seems that nothing beats playing with other people’s bricks!

Zoe attempting to recreate the teardrop found in Rain.

Zoe attempting to recreate the rain drop found in Rain.

Of course, we had to pose with the Blue Man in Chair. K and Alison were up for it, but Zoe was too busy trying to build the aforementioned rain drop.

Blue Man in Chair.

Hmmph!

"Let me tell you a secret."

“Let me tell you a secret.”

All in all, it was great fun. I didn’t really appreciate the pandemonium around the play tables near the exit, but I suppose they needed to include something for the kids to do after about an hour of looking at Lego sculptures. It was also good marketing for the little makeshift Lego shop that you have to walk through to get out of the gallery, for sure.

Art of the Brick has been extended till 26 May, so there’s still time for you to visit!

The scenic career route.

I rarely, if ever, mention work on this blog. But I’m breaking my own rule today to talk about work, in the context of finding what you love to do, and doing it. I think very few people can claim to have known right off the bat what they wanted to do with their lives. Most people go through an evolution of sorts and if they are lucky enough, discover their calling after a few detours. It’s definitely been that way for me.

When I was young, I wanted to be many things that had nothing whatsoever to do with my abilities, but everything to do with the “cool factor”. I wanted to be an air stewardess because I thought it would be lovely to jet set all over the world, not realising that stewardessing is a really tough job and that travelling all the time would take a toll on my wellbeing. Then, I wanted to be a professional pianist, disregarding the fact that although I could play a decent Für Elise, my limited talent would not earn me a living. After that, I was attracted to hospitality management – again, because of my insatiable wanderlust and my inexplicable affinity for hotels. I also wanted to be a zoologist because I liked animals, never mind that I’m allergic to animal dander.

I became a writer quite by chance – I saw an ad for a freelance writer one day, answered it, and started writing for the now-defunct missKat.com. Another ad for a book reviewer got me a regular gig with Acmabooks.com. I built up enough of a portfolio from working for these two clients to land a job at a major advertising agency, which I promptly turned down (earning me an earful from the creative director because, you know, there are hundreds of other people who’d die for the chance to work at this agency) in favour of a copywriting position at a boutique agency. After that, I moved from job to job in communications, until I finally discovered that health communication is what I’ve been meant to do all along.

Six years in, health still doesn’t fail to fascinate me. It’s such a rapidly-evolving field and there’s always something new to discover. Even though I grumble at times about having to wade through extremely technical papers on esoteric subjects such as gene discovery, I enjoy being able to learn continuously. Working in health communication won’t make me rich, but it’s broadened my mind immeasurably, which I think is more valuable than money. I wish I’d discovered my calling sooner – I might not have made so many diversions along the way!

Because of my experiences, I counsel Alison and Zoe about the importance of thinking about what they want to do with their lives. I want them to think about their futures not because I want to push them in a specific direction, but because developing self-awareness of their talents and abilities can minimise the number of career crossroads they encounter, and the resultant anxiety and uncertainty. Detours are not necessarily a bad thing because they can be learning opportunities in themselves, but not everyone enjoys the scenic route to a destination.

Alison wants to be a production designer - no, not a doctor, lawyer or accountant. K and I want to be able to offer her career guidance specific to her ambitions so we have to do research. It’s still early days, but hopefully when the time comes for her to decide on her next step, we will be ready to help her make the right choices.

 

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Saturday Morning Snapshot: Bread for tea.

I stopped by The Bread Project this morning to pick up some confections for tea. We’ve gone past this bakery so many times before and never tried their bread, which I’ve read quite a lot about, so today I decided to buy some and see for myself.

Bread Project breads

Apricot danish, cranberry raisin swirls and I think the two in the foreground are called orange cream tarts.

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Megabugs Return at the Singapore Science Centre

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We were invited to preview the Megabugs Return exhibition at the Singapore Science Centre last week. Bugs are very much a part of our lives, because the garden attracts all manner of critters, from crickets and grasshoppers, to dragonflies and caterpillars. This exhibition was our home writ large!

Walking into the exhibition made us feel like Alice after she eats the “small” side of the mushroom in Wonderland. There were huge animatronic insects in supersized settings, making us feel really small by comparison. I particularly liked the ant exhibit, which had several giant ants congregated on a giant doughnut that resembled a JCo Heaven Berry. Now I feel like having one! Ants aside, there were rhinoceros beetles, praying mantises (more on that later), mosquitoes, butterflies, centipedes and all sorts of other bugs.

Monarch butterfly at Megabugs Return

Giant monarch butterfly. Did you know that they are poisonous?

Each exhibit has an info panel, and guides are on hand to tell you more about each insect, and answer any questions you may have.

Each exhibit has an info panel, and guides are on hand to tell you more about each insect, and answer any questions you may have.

How could I not take this picture, next to my ex-CEO's favourite insect, the dung beetle?

How could I not take this picture, next to my ex-CEO’s favourite insect, the dung beetle?

Science Centre exhibitions always have interactive corners for kids, and Megabugs is no different. I particularly liked Sticky Feet, which allowed kids to experience what it’s like to have feet like a lizard’s.

Verdict: Sticky feet are stickier than Velcro!

Verdict: Sticky feet are stickier than Velcro!

After making touring the exhibition, we headed off to watch Bugs! 3D – A Rainforest Adventure, which follows the lifecycle of a praying mantis and a butterfly. Zoe thought praying mantises were very cool, until she watched the show, but I won’t tell you why lest I spoil things for you.

The 3-metre long praying mantis.

The 3-metre long animatronic praying mantis.

Despite their initial trepidation of going to an exhibition full of creepy crawlies, the girls had fun. They even asked if they could go back the next day! The Science Centre has always been one of their favourite places to visit and we used to go more often when we lived in Woodlands. It was nice to drop by again, after such a long time away.

Megabugs Return is on till 18 August. Tickets are priced at S$20 for adults and S$15 for children, inclusive of admission to the Science Centre. Tickets to the Bugs! 3D show are priced separately. Full details here.

 

We were invited to preview the exhibition by the Science Centre. All opinions are my own. 

Thinking about secondary school.

Not many of my friends know this, although it’s no big secret, but I didn’t go to primary school in Singapore. I only entered Singapore’s education system in Secondary 1, a couple of years after my family moved from KL to JB. My parents applied for my admission into Bukit Panjang Government High School, which was at that time already a reputable neighbourhood school. I was on a short waiting list, and some time after application, we got word that I had been accepted.

Plunging straight into secondary school after having been in the Malaysian system for six years was a bit of a shock. I struggled to catch up with my classmates because the standard was so much higher, and was consistently at the bottom of the class. My report card would invariably list my class position as 39/42, 40/42. It was almost as if I was specialising in being mediocre.  Considering I was always near the top of my class in primary school, it was quite a big blow to my self-esteem. Still, I made it through the Express stream and went to JC and university, where I wasn’t a stellar student either – not because I had to struggle to make sense of what was going on in class, but because I had my eye on having fun instead of getting an education. I graduated with a second lower honours degree in political science. Second uppers were equivalent to first class in NUS PS at the time, and doled out very sparingly, so a second lower was average. I thought I was so smart to graduate with an honours degree then, but I soon realised that it didn’t mean anything. I certainly am not using anything that I learned in university, in work or life in general!

Despite being a bottom-dweller at school, I’m mildly successful in my career and earn a decent living. I suppose the moral of my story is that it doesn’t really matter if you went to an elite school, or studied for a prestigious degree (not that PS is very prestigious; it just sounds intellectual!), what really matters is how well you are able to perform in a real world context.

Which brings me to the crux of this post. Last weekend, I had words with Alison yet again about putting in more effort to improve her Math. It’s her weakest subject, and one she just can’t seem to improve in, despite us trying group tuition and one-on-one tuition for the last few years. Her marks in Math always hover in the borderline pass numbers.

Alison has a problem with comprehending math language. She is a stellar English student, often scoring in the high nineties, so she definitely does not have a problem with English. But she does have issues with understanding terms such as “of the remainder” when applied to fractions, and has no confidence when it comes to tackling maths problems.

I struggle with the thought that if Alison doesn’t buck up, she is headed for the Normal Academic steam in secondary school. I’m not so much worried about her taking a year longer than her peers to finish secondary school, but about peer influence. I’m not saying that all Normal students are bad – I had many friends in secondary school from the NA class and they were all really cool people – but the reality is that choosing a school with “good” NA stream is more challenging than choosing a “good” secondary school. I’m also concerned with how going to the NA stream will affect Alison’s self-esteem, especially in comparison to her friends and cousins. And let’s not even talk about how the authorities use “meritocracy”, a fancy name for exam results, for everything.

Admittedly, when I talk to Alison about her performance at school, I sometimes tell her that if she wants to be sure of having choices to do whatever she likes in university (law, medicine, accountancy, whatever), she needs to ensure that she makes it to the Express stream. Maybe I do it because I feel that this is the easy way out – if you go to Express, you won’t have to worry about whether you can level up to get to where you want to go. Maybe I want to put the fear in her, so she is convinced that she has to pull up her socks. Or maybe, just maybe, I myself don’t want to be in a position where I have to explain to my achievement-oriented relatives and friends why my seemingly intelligent daughter is in NA when she should be in Express.

I’m aware that this is just one step away from having an elitist mindset, but it’s pretty challenging to reconcile your child’s abilities in the context of the Singapore education system, with what society at large expects. I want my children to go to the Express stream because I don’t want any possibility of them being shortchanged in their opportunities and be thought less of, if they were to go to NA. We need to redefine “success”, because it’s pretty clear that success isn’t your position in class, or how long you take to finish school, but what you are as a person and how you contribute to society at large. For Alison and her peers, it might be too late because educational reform is only just now being discussed and considered. But there’s hope for Zoe, and my wish is that by the time it’s her turn to transition to secondary school, the yardsticks by which we measure success will change. In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to find other ways to help Alison master the convoluted subject that is math.

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Saturday Morning Snapshot: Gym!

I’ve long thought that Zoe would enjoy gym class tremendously, but she’s always been resistant to the idea of a trial. But we had the opportunity to attend a trial at Gymkraft today, and surprise, surprise, she loved it!

Saturday Morning Snapshot: Gym!

To my amazement, Zoe can do pull-ups!

Saturday Morning Snapshot: Gym

Finish with a flourish.

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