Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars - points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.


Patrick Ethan Goh
wishing to be a teacher
loves to cooking
hates bacstabbers
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Dear Diary..

a thought has stuck me suddenly.. it seems like i have been giving other people food that i have practiced during my practical.. and it also seems like i haven't been cook for other people.. as in cooking for them in mind instead of cooking for practice.. that's what i have thought.. and that sometimes, thinking about people you love while you're cooking during practical doesn't mean that you're cooking for that person.. it's still a practice food.. it's still what you have practiced.. not the kind of food that you have intended to cook for the person.. not the kind of food that is somehow we called it 'leftovers'.. this have to be stopped.. i cannot be this kind of person.. i just don't want to cook for practice and then give people.. but i want to cook with my heart.. with my feelings..