I never thought I'll say goodbye to this place, but I did it anyway. And it is at the end of the journey, I remember where it all began.
This is my after story.
I measure progress not in terms of the abs line gained or the inches lost. It is in the progression of push-ups, the duration I held myself on the bar, the weights I squat, the ability to cross a monkey bar, and the transition in exercises over the sessions. It is in the deepening of my personal yoga practice at the end of workout and the number of times I got up after falling (on my face), literally. It is in knowing where my limits are and when to push forward.
I haven’t been writing lately. Writing was a way for me to let go; to ink away piece by piece the memories that I cling on to, until there is nothing left to weigh me down. And in this space I call my own, I have always been writing about myself and little about anyone … Continue reading 25
Life has so few surprises left that sometimes we need to venture out of our daily routines to learn something new and unexpected. In mid 2015, I decided to join a part-time course at Academy of Pastry Arts Malaysia, which took up 12 hours per weekend for 12 weeks. As a novice baker, starting this … Continue reading Part Time Course at Academy of Pastry Arts Malaysia
I first started this blog four years ago, on the night I touchdown in Manchester. It was my first journey overseas, although flying from Miri to KL was technically "over (the) seas". Get the pun? Jokes aside, when I first came to UK, I had absolutely no clue what to expect. Even with several lengthy emails … Continue reading A milestone, 2013.