Waste all of my life and die young. Well, that is not quite an striking ending for me. First and foremost, I would like to complete my Diploma in Culinary Arts and achieve certificate on it which will be around 2 years to go.
Next, I plan to perk up my skills first by searching for career that fit the requirement of a cordon bleu chef. I’m going to look for a job around my playground, Kuala Lumpur and Shah Alam even though the war for job there is quite high. I should bear in mind that if I work at the hotel’s kitchen section, my income is not good enough. Therefore, I must work hard as a Commis 3 Chef into a high rank chef, maybe a Senior Sous Chef. Insya’Allah if I work hard enough maybe the title “Executive Chef” awaits me. Hehehe...
After that, I would like to continue my study in degree at UiTM (UiTM in my heart, what can I say?). If my earning from the past exceeds my expectation, Le Cordon Bleu Culinary Arts School is where I’m heading. I thought if I end up up-side-down when working at the hotel, I plan to complete my degree and dream to become a lecturer in culinary arts course. Some of my lecturer says if we work at the hotel, our salary can even survive in this far above the ground economy pace.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
What I Would Like To Do In Five Years Time.
Here Come The Sun
It’s a shadowy day for me. The damp atmosphere from the cold raining day with no glare today. Wondering....the question “why?” keeps walking all the way through my mind. “Why...why do I exist to this malicious world?”,“ Why me?”, “Why here?”,”Why them?”......”Why....?”
Back to couple of hours before, the day just great. Wake up at midday with this miserable hair and have a walk to the bathroom. Watch my face; patch up this hair and straight to the dining hall. Walking downs the stairs; whistling ‘Here Come The Sun’ by The Beatles... plan for a beautiful day today.
Well everything that we’ve plans not always come and hold together. I still remember every single heart-scattered word that my chum says when we have lunch together. I don’t care about what he about to say in the first place, because he already gave a “blinking red light” as a sign of warning and I might feel a sting to my heart.
After hearing his words about someone, just like a lightning strike hardly on me. Stop for a moment; just take a deep lungful of air. Not working for me. My hands feel like to beat something hard because my hearts undergo very dreadful experience. I’m not round the bend to my friend, just uncomfortable with the news that he delivers.
I just keep myself serene, remember to the One. Decide to ride my motorbike and have a stop near the beach, to clear my mind...to forget everything...to remember nothing. 130km/h....ride the motorbike swiftly at the hectic traffic, ignore my own life...a couple of tears shed through my cheek and just hope my friend that ride with me doesn’t noticed it.
At the beach, we just settle down, have a rest and feel the brittleness of the sand at our feet. I reach my mobile phone on my jean’s pocket and start to cross out some “unfavourable memory”. While try to calm myself with the breeze, my view focus on three kids playing near the shore. They remind me about my nieces that always light-up my day. These kids just happen to lessen my sombreness.
After hanging at the beach, I return to my college. I can’t stop the adrenaline, to heart-rending. My closet just has to strength-up and turns into a punching bag. Keep beating the closet until I can’t feel my right hand, have a look...and my hand already bleeding in red. Tears start to accompany me.
The history come through my mind, I remember my fellow friends that I have here. Well now on they don’t seem to be one. Just an oath to myself, “I give 3 chances to my friends”. Last time, they used 2 of the chances and continue wasting it. Now they are out of it. I had enough. Suppose a friend take care our feeling and do nothing worst. I’m tired being someone else, pretend to be someone who not me. I’m not a good nor bright person back in the past...
Done with the past, with “these” conditions, I head to the bathroom and have a long shower to cool myself down. Facing my own Achilles’ heel, can’t control my temper. The point in time on my pc is already 1 in the morning and it is Sunday 8th of March.
I just hope when I lay down on my bed, I able to close my eyes and dead to the world. Able to forget everything that I’ve been through...stop thinking about my friends...disregard about someone. But the words of someone that always beside me on the times of yore running in my mind. “Forgive is a noble thing to do” she told me. Oh yes!...forgive, the only word that kill a man’s ego. I forgive them...I forgive......I forgive everyone... I don’t know why I wrote this and post on my blog. This could be the last of....
Back to couple of hours before, the day just great. Wake up at midday with this miserable hair and have a walk to the bathroom. Watch my face; patch up this hair and straight to the dining hall. Walking downs the stairs; whistling ‘Here Come The Sun’ by The Beatles... plan for a beautiful day today.
Well everything that we’ve plans not always come and hold together. I still remember every single heart-scattered word that my chum says when we have lunch together. I don’t care about what he about to say in the first place, because he already gave a “blinking red light” as a sign of warning and I might feel a sting to my heart.
After hearing his words about someone, just like a lightning strike hardly on me. Stop for a moment; just take a deep lungful of air. Not working for me. My hands feel like to beat something hard because my hearts undergo very dreadful experience. I’m not round the bend to my friend, just uncomfortable with the news that he delivers.
I just keep myself serene, remember to the One. Decide to ride my motorbike and have a stop near the beach, to clear my mind...to forget everything...to remember nothing. 130km/h....ride the motorbike swiftly at the hectic traffic, ignore my own life...a couple of tears shed through my cheek and just hope my friend that ride with me doesn’t noticed it.
At the beach, we just settle down, have a rest and feel the brittleness of the sand at our feet. I reach my mobile phone on my jean’s pocket and start to cross out some “unfavourable memory”. While try to calm myself with the breeze, my view focus on three kids playing near the shore. They remind me about my nieces that always light-up my day. These kids just happen to lessen my sombreness.
After hanging at the beach, I return to my college. I can’t stop the adrenaline, to heart-rending. My closet just has to strength-up and turns into a punching bag. Keep beating the closet until I can’t feel my right hand, have a look...and my hand already bleeding in red. Tears start to accompany me.
The history come through my mind, I remember my fellow friends that I have here. Well now on they don’t seem to be one. Just an oath to myself, “I give 3 chances to my friends”. Last time, they used 2 of the chances and continue wasting it. Now they are out of it. I had enough. Suppose a friend take care our feeling and do nothing worst. I’m tired being someone else, pretend to be someone who not me. I’m not a good nor bright person back in the past...
Done with the past, with “these” conditions, I head to the bathroom and have a long shower to cool myself down. Facing my own Achilles’ heel, can’t control my temper. The point in time on my pc is already 1 in the morning and it is Sunday 8th of March.
I just hope when I lay down on my bed, I able to close my eyes and dead to the world. Able to forget everything that I’ve been through...stop thinking about my friends...disregard about someone. But the words of someone that always beside me on the times of yore running in my mind. “Forgive is a noble thing to do” she told me. Oh yes!...forgive, the only word that kill a man’s ego. I forgive them...I forgive......I forgive everyone... I don’t know why I wrote this and post on my blog. This could be the last of....
Monday, March 2, 2009
My Dream Women.
I don’t know what to write on this. Well for starter, each person has an important person to care for someday, same goes to me. I’m just a straightforward person, what I look on my dream girl is not on the outside but on the inside.
Lovely lips, just what the doctor ordered body and the look that glow like a full moon, sorry to say that is not the type of dream girl I’m looking for. Faithful to Allah, love and caring, know how to take care of me, respect my family especially my sisters and last but not least knows how to cook that are the traits that I am seek on my dream girl.
I don’t know whether I’m too fussy when choosing the right girl. If match up me to Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt of course they are far more wealth and good-looking than me, compare me to my cat of course my cat look adorable than me and lastly, measure up me to my sisters, without doubt I’m the chef of the house. Hahahaha...
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