Hours in Kitchen

Working in the kitchen means long hours of standing and heavy loads of works.

Those few past days I was in the kitchen, for almost everyday. And the coming days, I believe, I would not be able to run away from this routine as well.

First, there is no sitting in the kitchen, definitely. Strictly to say, no eating (although curi makan during some free session is a normal scene to be seen). Clean as you go, meaning we have to wash all the time, wash everything we have used right away. Soaking hands in the soapy water is inevitable. Carrying the heavy equipments (all sizes of pot, chinawares...) is never limited as the MALE'S WORK, since the male in OUR kitchen is so rare! Then, hurt/cut/injury is quite common happening in the kitchen. From small cut from the knife, burnt, or even fall on the floor. Kitchen is never labled as a safe place to play around...

Yet, playing around in the kitchen is what we did and do. We do seriously in performing our task. But people working in the kitchen used to be lively, vibrant, happy-go-lucky type. So, not only among our coursemates, even the staffs in the kitchen, altogether, joked, laughed...You can see people laughing while washing the plates, humming songs while cleaning the drain, showing expression of high happiness in testing the food...blah blah blah...

Belongingness is developed within me in the kitchen. I am not feeling cleaning the kitchen is a torturing task anymore. It is tough, I do not deny it. But I regard the kitchen as our studying place, like our house, we are obligated to keep it spick and span. Futhermore, after all have done the work, together, you can always taste the sweetness of co-operation! Helping each other, giving a hand...It's all essential in our future lives, isn't it?