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.
A compilations of days 1 to 3, 4 to 6, 7 to 11, and 12 to 16. A few weeks before London 2012 started, we received our shift. We knew which arena we were assigned to, but not what task we would be doing on that day. We had to wear our uniform, and the … Continue reading London 2012: A Games Maker Journey (all)