I Be

In the DHL parcel that came with the missing moon cakes (ha ha! he tried to slip in 1 with egg and lost all 4 together), BK sent me a card, among the many lines printed …

” … All I want is to give you my love … as a place you can always come to for acceptance or the simple comfort that silence brings when things left unspoken can still be understood. …“  Renee Duvall

Despite a full stomach from an early dinner and devouring nearly half a cornbread, I ate a piece of white lotus seed paste Wife Cake.  老婆饼 or Wife Cake is a sweet flaky pastry he bought in Hong Kong during his recent business trip.  He is in Hong Kong again now till this weekend.  Bk added in the card, “… for once you could take a break from western pastries to savour the oriental pastries …”

Come to think of it, I am halfway through my course? … it is a scary thought, as I still got lots to learn and pick up from the Chefs.  And to think I am missing a full week from level 2?  Picking up what I could forms a big portion of my motivation in my day-to-day and in most of whatever I do here. 

It is such an irony.  I guess it helps that I am here alone, and I have got to remain emotionally and mentally strong (and physically too;)  Back home, at times – I like to be the small woman, at times – I just need to be a big baby ;’| oops …, at times – I am just blur … but I have to try so hard not to when I am here alone.

So far as the 10 weeks went … It is comforting though, I be as I am, as much I can be.  Or at least in my personal space, I be.  Definitely on virtual space … when I chat or when I write.  At least I know I am loved NMW.