First and for most, I don't think I've lost any more weight cos' I'm eating the hell out of myself ever since kitchen began. In fact I think i'm gaining, i just refuse to stand on the weighing machine. You know, it kills. It kills the passion to eat. HAHA. i know, what the fuck man siying. Ah yes. It's good I still loook skinner. Oh well.
I hate the weather so much, damn. It seems like I wasn't exactly on task since the start of this week. I'm not sure of what i'm doing or maybe I was just day-dreaming. Oh god. Chef Ken calls me Mabel & not only once but a few times. He thought i remind him about 'Mabel' from the previous batch. I ought to get my name tag sooon.
NOW. Kitchen is a lot more fun than I expect, especially with those mates, chefs and no tutorial work. BUT, there's more to come. Research project dued on 20th & i haven't got a clue of it.
AND NOW. I don't feel like typing already. Miss Tan is feeling extremely warm. I'm going off.
