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71. Culinary Prac Preview.
STOP, ROCK & ROLL.
Hola! Culinary practicum orientation today left me high and dry. The "high" came from the excitement of being in an actual Kitchen uniform as a 'Commis Chef' and sitting through the I'd-better-stay-awake-or-die-trying lecture sucked me "dry". I was so tired towards the end of the day I almost fell out of my seat during my power nap on the bus, TWICE. For the past 365 days I've anticipated and waited for this. Now I'm 4 days away from the actual Culinary Practicum and I'm...nervous. My emotions are colliding and creating chaos in me; it's so nerve-wrecking that if I had balls, they would've shrunk.
Next week marks the start of my 18 weeks training in the kitchen; from Garde Manger to Ethnic Cuisine to Baking & Pastry (I'm looking forward to this the least). For someone who has been used to throwing ingredients in by instinct, I can't foresee how I 'm going to survive the rigor of these 18 weeks of stringent "oz by oz, 60 mm by 60 mm" training. That and the biggest obstacle - the MAJOR alteration of my body clock: Bedtime by 10:00pm, awake by 5:30am?! (insert horror music)
On a much much lighter note, I am high to the skies for our flight's booked & we're left with Hotel confirmation! In exactly 6 month's time, I'll bid Singapore gbye and say "SARWADEEKAP THAILAND"! With the beloved boyfriend and Nic in tow, we shall shop till our toes scream "STOP!" Would love to write more but I'm about to be chased off the comp, peace out for now.
All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
Last note: I miss you Soldier. Smile as you read this (:
Hola! Culinary practicum orientation today left me high and dry. The "high" came from the excitement of being in an actual Kitchen uniform as a 'Commis Chef' and sitting through the I'd-better-stay-awake-or-die-trying lecture sucked me "dry". I was so tired towards the end of the day I almost fell out of my seat during my power nap on the bus, TWICE. For the past 365 days I've anticipated and waited for this. Now I'm 4 days away from the actual Culinary Practicum and I'm...nervous. My emotions are colliding and creating chaos in me; it's so nerve-wrecking that if I had balls, they would've shrunk.
Next week marks the start of my 18 weeks training in the kitchen; from Garde Manger to Ethnic Cuisine to Baking & Pastry (I'm looking forward to this the least). For someone who has been used to throwing ingredients in by instinct, I can't foresee how I 'm going to survive the rigor of these 18 weeks of stringent "oz by oz, 60 mm by 60 mm" training. That and the biggest obstacle - the MAJOR alteration of my body clock: Bedtime by 10:00pm, awake by 5:30am?! (insert horror music)
On a much much lighter note, I am high to the skies for our flight's booked & we're left with Hotel confirmation! In exactly 6 month's time, I'll bid Singapore gbye and say "SARWADEEKAP THAILAND"! With the beloved boyfriend and Nic in tow, we shall shop till our toes scream "STOP!" Would love to write more but I'm about to be chased off the comp, peace out for now.
All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
Last note: I miss you Soldier. Smile as you read this (:
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