YAY ME

my friend once told me to try out blogging on my  online cake shop.... soooo.. i guess right now, i'm gonna give it a try ... haha... but seriously, i don't really blog. maybe i do? sometimes? for like a few days but ended up giving up because i'm so damn fucking lazy to talk and explain about my boring life.  But right now, since i have abit more time on my hands , and not much orders to complete , i should give it a try.

soo. yarh.. this is me. boring 20 year old girl who only knows how to bake.
i started at shatec and ended up wanting to quit this line for quite sometime after my internship ended. i hated ,HATED  my internship soo much that everyday i will come home any cry about it. thinking about why the hell did i end up in such a retarded job in a retarded place with stupid people. why cant i be those girls who could dress up pretty and smart looking, having fake extra shiny nails and going office to work? how did i ended up in a boring white chef jacket with my hair all bun up in a disgusting hairnet and burns and cuts all over my arms and fingers? i hated my life, i hated my job. i was like, shit, is this really gonna be my future? working in a stupid hotel ,trying so damn hard to climb up to be some high rank chef and get a better pay?  nooo. i didn't wanted that. is not who i am. scooping ice cream for other people at the buffet line was all i had learned for the past 6 months in my internship. i didnt get to bake shit. only helping other chef taking out their items from the oven because i was a student and they have every rights to push me around.

soo yarh . that was my life after shatec. haha ... so i kinda lost my interest in baking and went over to fine arts. so i stared to design tattoos and hoping that i could get into nafa . but the truth was, i have no idea wtf was i doing. my parents didnt really supported me though. but i got over it. so just after my nafa entrance  exam, one of the random cake shops that i had sent my resume to called me up for an interview as a cake designer . and i was like holy shit. is there even such a job?! so i tried my luck , prayed and begged,aaaaaaaand low and behold,  they accepted me!!!!! i was so fucking happy.
but i when i told my family about it, they where like, you should study. blar blar blar... and the only person who supported me was my ex bf. sooo i couldnt care less about what other people might think of me so i went ahead with the job! and yep! here i am. happy and kinda successful in learning i guess?

soo yarhh..  i was lucky... if not, i might be a nafa now doing shit who knows what. HAHA