Last day Bitch!

i been doing my practical training in a hotel for two months now. which was never really my choice but anyway it was really an experience. So, in a hotel is not really that fun. Politics and position plays a big role. i don’t like it. i got disgrace, look down on and got tortured nicely. well i am done with that place. Made a lot of friends =0 learn a lot of stuff but still i hate working in hotel and also i got poured with i don’t know what the fuck mixture was that on my last day. As it is a tradition in the kitchen life. now my hair smells like seafood

To Let go

To let go of someone is ever really an easy thing to do. Especially someone so dear and near to you. Like everyone else, who have lost someone that meant the world. But sometime we need to let go, of course it is a hard decision to make. Whereby some parts in life you just have to go without that person that was a part of you.

That person was a big part of me. My ex. She was everything i ever wanted in a companion.She was also my first and most precious. She was unique in her own way. We shared beautiful moments together =). Like how she never gets angry at my mistake no matter how bad it was and always forgave me. Backing me up no matter how bad the situation was and just love me for who i am. But i was too dumb to see it though. When she left i WAS really depress for a long time. Even though I’ve got together with how many other people. It was just never the same, never that perfect, never was. I would give anything to have that one moment with her you know. It was like she was trap in my mind or something. I just couldn’t get her out of my fucking mind. So one day i decided i have to say good bye and let go of it no matter what  cause i got my life to carry on and to say the least  i still remember it every now and then. Oh well too bad we weren’t meant for each other.  Chaoo =.=

Nothing that i can’t hold on to with my broken hands

Ok, im fucked.. i freaking sprained both my wrist and my left ankle. I really got to stop doing that and concentrate on my job. Today i’ll be starting my practical training in Villa Danielli. An Italian fine dining restaurant. Fucked and with my injured leg and wrist. Tsk to me my job is important and as long as my hands still can move. I am going to work. So my beloved watch is sent back to head quarters for repair. i mean how can i not live without a watch. The duration is about 10 weeks to get it back. Fuccckkkk =.=

 

=/ Please let me know i am not wasting on you. Cause it bloody hell feels like it