Mimpi [Dream(s)]

I have been thinking about this for quite sometime, infact it is the very reason I started this blog. I really want to be a food writer.

I have read somewhere, about not telling people your dreams, as you may become some what less likely to achieve them (jinxing it maybe?), but that story is part of a whole nother rant, in a whole different blog.

This tale started when I started wanting to collect recipe books, books on food and health and of course food magazines. It is the latter that got me really into it all. The cool glossy pages, pictures of immaculately arraged items and overly-romantisized descriptions of something other than human relationship (although still acknowledging it) appealed to me, so much so, I feel giddy.

Coming from South East Asia, and studying in the UK, I have made the  terrible mistake of thinking that I am special or that I should be. I still very much think so, as I feel that this is a very necessary lesson. The food culture in my home country is so colourful and diverse, with the trends verging on ‘weird’ at times, but so are many others. My English skills are not too bad, could always get better. Oh how naive of me.

Initially I wanted this blog to be perfect, right from the get go, like the glossy pages I adore and idolise. As you can see, that is not to be. It all takes time, money and diligence, traits which I do have, but need serious work on.

As you can see, I still have a little bit of trouble organising my thoughts and my posts lack pictures. I hope with time and practise, this will improve. If anyone would be so kind to provide me with guidance, constructive criticism or opinions, please do so in the comments below.

I could go on writing this post forvever, but I think it is best I stop here.

(Need to find a better way to sign off my posts)

Sincerely,

Mel