Part Time Course at Academy of Pastry Arts Malaysia

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

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Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I love reading blogs more than novels and technical-related stuffs.  It’s fun to know that there are a lot of interesting people I have never met in person, and most probably never will. But their scribbles and snippets inspire me, and hope it will inspire others too. Thank you to Inky Tavern for the nomination of … Continue reading Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Living and Loving as an Introvert

“It means that I need space. It means that I enjoy solitude. It means that I like my own company.” – Dorkymum

Dorkymum | Stories from Tasmania

good advice

*stands up*

*shuffles nervously*

*clears throat*

Hello. My name’s Ruth and I am an introvert.

Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that?

Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things. No, I’m not anti-social. No, I’m not shy. No, it’s not that I hate people, or that I hate you, or that I’m a badly brought up Awkward Annie.

I’m just an introvert.

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Becoming That Woman

You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

Theodora Goss

When I was growing up, when I was a teenager and then in my twenties, I had an image in my mind, of a woman. She was a woman I could never become, because she was so much more sophisticated than I was. She was the sort of woman who walked around European cities, with a scarf wrapped around her neck. She negotiated her way in English and probably French and who knew what other languages. She was beautiful and accomplished: she had done things and she knew it, and out of that came her confidence, her ability to walk through strange cities with a mysterious smile on her face. Looking as though she belonged, wherever she was in the world.

Yeah, you hate her too, right?

Hate is the wrong word. I never hated her: what I did was envy her. I would have wanted to become her, except…

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