Last Saturday 'till Sunday 7 in the moring

Last Saturday, I had a BBQ party for 30th birthday at Staten Island. People were nice and I had so much fun with working for them. Simply, my job was to grill some hamburg, hot Dog, and kebabs for the people at the party so that they didn't have to worry about food and could enjoy more the party. The job was simple but since I work close to clients, I had to make them satisfied with what I do. Everything I cooked had to be perfect and made them happy.

Overall, I think I did good job because people were so happy about it and I was also happy to serve them as well.

The weather on Saturday didn't help to have sunny day BBQ. Raining was on and off, so a half of people who had been invited didn't show up. It was too bad for them because they couldn't enjoy my cooking. Many people asked my card. They planed to have a BBQ just like this one and would need someone to take care the grill. I said will happy to do that. I don't know how many parties I can hook up but in case I have many parties, I probably would need more cooks.

After the party, I took Staten Island Ferry to the subway station and took subway to Grand

Central station. Guess what happen next... The Station was temporary close until 5.15 am. When I get there the time was 1.30 am. The train schedule to Poukeepsie was supposed to be at 2 am. I thought I would go back to the dorm room around 4, but since the train station was closed, I had to wait until re-opening time. I was shocked. I did not know what to do. I was little hungry, so I walked to 42nd streets to get some munch. For the first time last 4 month, I had McDonald. The time was almost 2 am and there was no choice but Maggy. I ate the bugger as slow as I can; otherwise I had no chance to kill the times. After the shitty Burger, I wondered around the town. I had many things to carry and, more importantly, since I didn't have a government issued ID, I couldn't go to any pubs. I just walked back to the station in order to find any hope. I asked a station officer when the station opened. He said at 5.15, and, at that time, the clock pointed at 2.30. There were many people to wait the station to open. I saw a girl, she is one the picture. She was writing something. Not other people, she looked like a traveler. Just because I was also a traveller and she seemed to nice, I sat next her and then I started talking to her. We both were bored to wait until 5.15, so it was, I guess, good to have a conversation.

Her name is Elizabeth from Canada and she studies Art at far upper parts of New York State. She was on the way to Connecticut to meet her brother. I don't normally do that but I asked her if I can take a photo of her. I figured that taking a photo of her baggage and her would make great shot. She was cool with that and we both like the photos that I took.

When the station was reopened, we said good bye each other. Once I saw the train schedule to Poukeepsie, it was absolutely joke. The time reopening the station was 5.15 and the first train to there was at 7.45. I stood up all night to get in the station and I had to wait another 2 more fucking hours to get on the train. I bought a ticket and I wonder around like a lost kid.

Luckily, I met Elizabeth again. Her train to Connecticut was at 7.15. While I was with her and suddenly wanted to have a cub of coffee, the caffeine power to wake up. I suggested her if she wanted to drink. She said yes and we went to Starbucks in the station.

In just 5 hours, I had so much fun with her. Without her, I would have so bored hours. I wish she could be my good friend. I wish we would keep in touch each other. I really thank to her kindness and bright smile.

From Saturday to 7 in Sunday morning, I met many good people and had so much fun. I aways believe there are more good people than bad people in the world. I hope everyone is good person

Past a month

I've been cooking all day long, I feel a lot confidence in the kitchen... I've been too busy that I haven't look at my blog. I don't know how many people see this blog even though I still hear my friends told me she or he saw my blog another day. I feel great about. People would know about me better, and I can share something in here, right?
The time is almost 2 am Monday morning. I was supposed to study by now for second quiz today. I really fuck up the first quiz so I wanted to study hard but I have some trouble with constraining study but I can't do when I sit at the desk. When I in the kitchen my concentration is almost 100%, but not with books. It's funny. Anyhow, I am at one of the best culinary school in the world so if I did best here, I would be the best outside for sure
One day, I had a dream. When I woke up I felt as if I woke up all night long. I felt extremely tired and confused. My brain threw me a question: Is everything you see really real? My dream was taken place somewhere I've never been to; however I was heading to shopping mall to see a movie. The building was brand new building, I went there because I heard there was a good movie cinema just opened. When I entered the building, I saw my classmate Heather, she is my class mate from beginning of the school. She was going to the cinema as well, so we took a elevator to go up. All of sudden, the elevator was stopped and I have to control it manually. We were reached the movie cinema. As most of movie cinema has very clean carpet and good decoration, the cinema was nothing special. It just opened for business so it looked very clean. I got a ticket to the cinema. The hall way to the cinema was dark and somehow it didn't look finished construct working. At the door of the cinema, many people handled a flayer to people and many audiences wanted to go inside to see the movie. When I entered the cinema, I was surprised by a little hill. The place was mess and dirty. There were no sits but a little hill with bunch of papers that marked the sit. I was shocked. I stood over there and didn't know what to do. One guy came to me and said "Is everything you see really real?" I just walk away the cinema. When I left the building, I looked the back. The modern brand new building was gone, but some old building....
Do you thing I had a nightmare or message?

Study Meat

At the meat class, we have to know all these parts of beef. For identification test, our chef pulled out all the meats and went over again for one more time. Some of them easy to recognizable but some others were not. Anyway, I post these pictures on my blog so my classmates can study as well. Let's get everybody A plus for meat ID and Fabrication class!!

-Donation for Education-

LLOYD town NY block party

after I got out from Meat room at CIA, I went to Lloyd town, NY with Doug. Doug found that our

chef, chef Mark Elia, was going to cook something for the town. He has his own shop in this town. He is a hometown boy. He grew up there and still lives there. Dough and I wanted to taste his meat since he is a butcher and our meat class teacher. We both had Pulled Pork sandwich and I also had hot dog with chili. It was good, very homey.

I saw really interesting food on another corner of the block, it was called beer can chicken. Doug told me it was a opened beer can with beer inside stuck inside of chicken's ass before roasting it, mmm very creative...

There was totally new world to me because I've never been any small town in US. The party was placed on only one block, and it seemed to be all the people in town were there. A teenagers band played very well, well enough to make the town people to party people. We were probably the only stranger in town. Fun day... and don't forget "Donation for Education!"

Photographing

Ninth Street Espresso

Coffee... That is what I need sometimes... Here is a good coffee shop in Chelsea Market.
A cup of lette is $ 4.25, even expansive than Starbuck or another my favorite coffee shop, but the coffee is good so hell yeah!
I love this photo, especially the lady on th left side... She is just a perfect for this photo.
There is the name of this coffee shop on the wall. Ninth street Espresso
Check it out how good is....

Last Night...at the local pub...

Awesome!!!!!!

Okay... here are some party pictures of party people at... hold on.... where the heck I was last night? Anyway, my classmates and I went to out for celebrating end of B block plus Casey's happy B-day... I brought my camera to take some funny moments and happy moments. Eventually, people wanted to be my models. Of cause, I was happy to take shot! I didn't get names of any of them but I gave them my card so they will find their pictures on my blog for sure.

Well, listen up people, here are three things about the picture. If you click the pictures, you can see larger image. If you like these pictures and willing to click the donation sign, where is on the right side of the blog, any donation will be helpful, totally optional. Last, whenever, anyone needs a photographer to memorize your day, simply email to notice me... Thank you

The day I quit the job

Yesterday, I simply walked out Veritas Kitchen. It wasn't sink or swim situation. It was only walk in or out. If I like to be there, I would stay, but If I don't, I should walk away even though the kitchen is the finest. I met many good chefs who like me. The reason I walked out is that I didn't think Veritas is the only kitchen I can work in New York City. Learning experience is very important in chef career. Especially, where I worked and who the chef I used to work with is very important as well. Chef Gregory, who was my boss at Veritas, I liked him. Him and I are same age but he has definitely better experience than I do. He was a good boos, though. I don't want to blame anybody who works there for my decision. I just couldn't feel fit into that kitchen, and I also thought I wasted so many hours to work there. Working and studying at the same time is very tough for sure, but I wanted to feel the life, a grown man, and a busy man. In order to work on weekend, I had to more focus on the study; otherwise I probably couldn't have any chance to study. Every times on the way to work, I carried some text books or homework because I didn't want to waste any minute. I wanted to spend the time wisely. That is the one thing I regret about working on the weekends. Due to tiredness from the work, I actually spent that time to relax. I've been upset of it as well.

When the chef asked me if I could work on the weekend, I, without doubt, said "Of cause because I thought that I would be good for my career . In fact, he promised to help me to find a job in France once I graduated. That could be the biggest reason I stuck there every weekend. Until last weekend, I'd worked there as a part time cook for two months. While I was a full time cook, I really got along with the team. I had so much fun. It might over reacting but I felt a little bit of gap between them and I after weekends and months. I don't say I have a good people skill. I am not a arrogant bastard but a solo player sometimes. I don't asked them to pay attention to me and I don't have to pay attention to them all the time either. As a team, I should stick with them for sure, but I want to be alone sometimes. I guess only because I was there on the weekends, people don't think me as a part of team. It could be the one of the reason I walked away.

I was really upset the day I walked away. Of cause, chef job is very tough and stressful. I 've been under stress from not only the work but seriously everywhere. I knew I am not the person who has drama. I made many mistakes and chef yelled at me to read Escoffier book again. My mind shook and temped me to stay until end of the shift or until end of Jun, but I just wanted to walked away bravely. I just showed them who I was. I was neither a draper or a looser. I can say to people that I was looking for a place where I can fit in and both people and I can be matched, just like find a right woman to get marry. If I don't think there is the right place, I should step into another place. Or even though the place and I don't matched, there are so many things to learn, I would stay until I felt I learned something completely from there.

I feel good about leaving Veritas, with a little bit of regretting. However I am the person who always looks at bright side. To future employer, you wouldn't have to worry about me because it was only my choice and only happens when the situation was worth. This was the first time I actually walked away like that.

Say good by to Veritas and Say hello to new place where I am going to work