Terrible day.

Mr Sarthi, my restaurant practical lecturer.

So today I had kitchen practical class. We cooked spring chicken for our main course. And I burnt four of my fingers! Walao. Imagine you burnt four of your fingers in one row. It's freaking pain. Fucking fucking pain until my tears just rolled down my cheek at that moment. The spring chickens were not fresh at all, it smells like a smelly socks seriously. I need to hold my breath when I'm cutting the chicken. Like oh-my-fuck-god, so damn gross. After kitchen class, went for Statistic class and reached home at five. Took a two hours nap and I just had my dinner.

Planning to skip tomorrow's Intensive English class. The submission date for the English essay is tomorrow so I'm being smart enough to sent an email attached with my essay file to Bell and asked her to print it out for me and hand it up. Ha ha. I'm lazy to wake up in the morning just to go for one class. Especially her class.

The appetizer. Done by Bell and me.

The main course. This is done by the culinary seniors. I forgot to take photo of ours.

Bell and Kelly posing :D

My fingers still hurt. Eh, I didn't know that Dettol comes in solid form, too until Chef Bala put the cream on my fingers today. I feel so jakun.