I've always wanted to be a journalist.

Have always dreamt of filling up an empty piece of paper devoid with words, thoughts and emotions. Have always wished i could share wonder-spinning tales, be it fiction or reality, and watched in awe as others read them and smile. Have always thought of reviewing life in itself and the controversial issues surrounding our everyday chores. Have always wanted to share.

I've always wanted to be a designer too.

Webpage building, multimedia interactive...those stuff, they intrigued me. To click onto a webpage and know that those beautiful layouts are the result of your sleepless nights, is just to satisfying.

And which kid doesn't dream of being famous? Of getting a one-shot at fame or even any role in helping produce some kind of media arrangement.

I dream. We all dream. But after so long today, i found one other thing which i wanted to be.

A professional barista.

Yes, i'm admitting it. If i don't get to be a writer, a designer or a singer, i want to set up my own business, open a cafe and worship coffee-art my whole life. I never appreciate working in McCafe apart from the superb colleagues and the joy of queing up at the POSB machine at 12am in the morning. But now i've learnt more. I've learnt the art of coffee-making and latte-designing.












They say if you have the passion, you have the love. Well, i love my job.