<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608</id><updated>2012-02-17T23:52:50.276+08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='The return'/><category term='Brioche'/><category term='beach'/><title type='text'>Sleepless In Sg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>786</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-721174952516486207</id><published>2012-02-17T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T23:52:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5710133046849777138'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D-Za9SdC6FQ/Tz53wKWzLfI/AAAAAAAABN0/V8l6HP78iyo/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5710133111063542930'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-osa7qH17lYs/Tz53z5kjfJI/AAAAAAAABN8/9XXGpabUOd0/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;ins&gt;Second outlet in May. :)&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect things would come to this. In a span of two weeks, I've negotiated my tender with the boss. Inevitable through time and experience, the boy who came in, left the kitchen a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always knew that I'm capable of more. But I didn't know that a small place, a kitchen the size of a regular HDB flat, could be the start of initiating something bigger nor release such desires within myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the restaurant, trying to divert all my energy and attention away from one of the biggest break up in my life. It was hard and I took up two jobs to ensure that there isn't a second wasted on reminiscing. And it worked out fine. Financial issues stabilizes and before I knew it, the "me" I knew before only exists in vague memories of pictures and tokens of previous relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew to be someone unrecognizable even to myself and though it frightens me to think about the changes, I'm thankful to be out of the shit hole I was in 3 years ago, uncertain about who I was and what I'm supposed to do with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that everything is perfect right now. Problems will always be there, it's just how you choose to deal with them. And life will put you in situations where you'll question yourself but I guess you'll be alright. We'll be alright. We'll always be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, things are doing pretty good, I'm pondering on marriage right now. Anyone who can tolerate a chef's ego and hours, of course. I can't ensure that you'll have the best in whatever life has got to offer you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darlin', I can ensure you that I'm worth your time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-721174952516486207?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/721174952516486207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/721174952516486207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/second-outlet-in-may.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D-Za9SdC6FQ/Tz53wKWzLfI/AAAAAAAABN0/V8l6HP78iyo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8927088159715646902</id><published>2012-02-16T05:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T05:48:12.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sq event</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5709482513701397762'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NDlRdPx3tXw/TzwoGJh55QI/AAAAAAAABNo/dS5ocvkj5Q4/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An event for Sq's wine tasting session last night. I think it turned out well, despite the last minute arrangements we had to do. It was fun and even better, another experience tucked nicely under my belt. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's confirmed. We're moving to Holland Village, right after Easter's. Sorry for the lack of enthusiasm, I am actually quite tired. I'm excited about the move, really excited because it's the first time, and hopefully first to many, I'm doing a kitchen layout for someone else. But running operations, training the staff and planning the kitchen and all that goes along with it, the hours get a little taxing at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good change though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be shifting out next month, working towards shifting out of my parents place and living on my own. I think it's about time. :) I knew this day would come one day and now that it's here, I just hope that the transition will pass through smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exciting year so far. Challenging but a very good experience nonetheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work. Later, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8927088159715646902?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8927088159715646902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8927088159715646902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/sq-event.html' title='Sq event'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NDlRdPx3tXw/TzwoGJh55QI/AAAAAAAABNo/dS5ocvkj5Q4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5138097965063164796</id><published>2012-02-14T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:20:02.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5708655768497086850'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-upyd4__csPU/Tzk4LPpA4YI/AAAAAAAABNY/J2vlm4Kpwic/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking back home and came across a box underneath the block. An empty Mac Book pro box. It's a sign. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm torn between a normal laptop and a Mac right now because for one obvious reason, I'm not sure how to use a Mac and I'm afraid that I can't use some pirated softwares in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure I can use excel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off to sleep. Early morning. One good news though, the Holland Village outlet has been signed and we're shifting this May. It's an exciting move and right now, I'm beginning to wonder whether moving to another company is a good move at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5138097965063164796?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5138097965063164796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5138097965063164796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-were-walking-back-home-and-came.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-upyd4__csPU/Tzk4LPpA4YI/AAAAAAAABNY/J2vlm4Kpwic/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2419959337169655819</id><published>2012-02-10T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:16:34.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5707263311307506210'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4rkvtehePPM/TzRFvkYagiI/AAAAAAAABNM/5mP-gilHsD0/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings answered. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself to sleep early but... Instead. 3-5 hrs of sleep everyday makes you crazy. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were browsing' through video clips, she was curious about the exes. Not sure why. Pictures and video clips of exes I dare not take a peek at a few years ago, I can browse through comfortably without flinching now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I was happier then. Perhaps because I avoided most of the responsibilities and just led a carefree life. It's so different now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there might be a chance, I'd be living with her for a bit until I get my own place. But I'm not really up for that idea. Though I've always wanted to stay along the Dairy Farm stretch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2419959337169655819?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2419959337169655819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2419959337169655819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/cravings-answered.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4rkvtehePPM/TzRFvkYagiI/AAAAAAAABNM/5mP-gilHsD0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-298286489161227717</id><published>2012-02-05T06:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T06:25:37.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5705410216640730450'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-enrRB0bM_EU/Ty2wXQzBVVI/AAAAAAAABNA/mH4KMHreiXY/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yearning doesn't stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though I'm trying to fill a part of me that's doomed to constant emptiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the plan to divert all my attention to work isn't really permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, babes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-298286489161227717?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/298286489161227717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/298286489161227717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/yearning-doesnt-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-enrRB0bM_EU/Ty2wXQzBVVI/AAAAAAAABNA/mH4KMHreiXY/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-9177943632410683291</id><published>2012-02-05T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T04:16:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planking</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5705285820067799570'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D1314oFFs2g/Ty0_Obc24hI/AAAAAAAABM0/gMncKbdqyjk/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='312' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got a confirmation with the boss, the boys and I are going for a trip to BKK this April. Lol. Like finally! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just got home. :/&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired, but I figured that since it's the last day of the week, might as well abuse the body. Lol. Though I think I might have to stay on till closing because there's an event at night. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite an exhausting week. The restaurant getting crowded and even when I expect a dip in volume since it's the non- peak period, we'll still have a queue out in the lobby every weekend, and on certain weekdays, too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she's got me thinking of getting a cocker spaniel because she's got one adorable cocky at home, planking on my lap the whole time I was over. I want one! :( but I've got no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay... Shut eye time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, babes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-9177943632410683291?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9177943632410683291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9177943632410683291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/planking.html' title='Planking'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D1314oFFs2g/Ty0_Obc24hI/AAAAAAAABM0/gMncKbdqyjk/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8142880682257138321</id><published>2012-02-04T05:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:32:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5705025432900940194'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ayeIEnK3pgI/TyxSZ5qhMaI/AAAAAAAABMo/NWMW4q0IwKg/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the mistake. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have mercy on me this morning. Really short on manpower. This is gonna be a real challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8142880682257138321?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8142880682257138321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8142880682257138321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/02/spot-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ayeIEnK3pgI/TyxSZ5qhMaI/AAAAAAAABMo/NWMW4q0IwKg/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6221408869110406218</id><published>2012-01-28T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:55:26.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5702371879863845938'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tnr7s6b7Zow/TyLlAyR2BDI/AAAAAAAABL8/K80SCdSDLAU/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried tofu with sweet Thai-style dressing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Upper Thomson road, there's quite a couple of eateries I would like to recommend but tonight, I think I would like to give this simple, ever delightful appetizer my humble "Chef gives the thumbs up for this shit" recommendation when you're having lunch/dinner/supper at that famous Bak Chor Mee stall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisp on the outside and so-damn-soft on the inside. The one I had was so soft, it practically melted in my mouth. Light dressing on the tofu compliments the dish pretty well, tempted me to brainstorm a few tofu dishes of my own for the restaurant actually. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings? 8.6/10, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5702371910526163810'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c7C52drv9zU/TyLlCkgT22I/AAAAAAAABME/CNa_m13LYW8/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit. I was feeling kinda lazy throughout the week. I've not had a good holiday for three years and I'm feeling a little sorry for myself. I splurged on junk food, played games till "sien" and only appeared at work when I have a meeting or on a need-to basis. Other than that, I'll be out, indulging on some good local food(I've been stuffing myself with Mee Sua lately, the one at Causeway point basement - I think it's totally delicious. Combo 1 &amp; Combo 2 - fried chicken &amp; mushroom fritters - take away or eating in), back at home - just vegging out with Ms Ng, watching a movie, reading a book or just looking through documentaries on YouTube. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing work related actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the need to just escape for a while. I did my job and I've seen the fruits of my labour, but now, I just want some "me" time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice for now, but nothing really lasts forever. In fact, next week, I'm gonna be short of staff. Which means.. I'm gonna be in the kitchen most of the time. Not complaining, part and parcel of the occupation - but .. If only the boss had listened to me on getting more staff way back in November, it wouldn't have to come to this. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6221408869110406218?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6221408869110406218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6221408869110406218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/tofu.html' title='Tofu'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tnr7s6b7Zow/TyLlAyR2BDI/AAAAAAAABL8/K80SCdSDLAU/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1250360666357554401</id><published>2012-01-26T06:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:02:03.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go fuck yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5701693286319413874'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-seWLev5pdCk/TyB71cVMWnI/AAAAAAAABLw/wXbl_HoJNzA/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='341' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just way too hilarious. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm rolling around in bed with used tissues around me filled with snot, mucus and tears(sore eyes), and just when you think it can't get any worse than this, my asthma kicks in. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my nose is block and I'm trying to breath through a straw(the way I would like to describe "asthma") and there's nothing much I can do because I've removed both my lenses and currently blind as a bat. Thank god, I bought those books the other day or else, I'm just not sure what else to flip through on the iPhone. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've pushed my meetings till tomorrow afternoon, which means I've got two meetings to attend to, and hopefully, those samples the Delifrance salesman gonna give me could cheer me up. I love free samples. One time, I've got a whole kitchen party as one of my suppliers sent me a whole carton of fresh meat samples, weighing aroun 150-180gm each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kurobuta pork collar(which is your swine version of "wagyu"), smoked duck breast, sausages(beer, Guinness, cheese, harissa, italian spicy sausage, etc) to the lower end burger patties and meat balls, which are fantastic as well. It was a little party in the kitchen. Timed nicely with samples from a Pastry company, selling organic bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perks of working in the F&amp;B industry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna try to turn in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1250360666357554401?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1250360666357554401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1250360666357554401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-fuck-yourself.html' title='Go fuck yourself.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-seWLev5pdCk/TyB71cVMWnI/AAAAAAAABLw/wXbl_HoJNzA/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5705936949504290660</id><published>2012-01-23T05:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:21:48.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5700569660732856914'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdj4G77UQbI/Txx9501Z2lI/AAAAAAAABLk/x3JOBvUYdgY/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year. And babe's gone to Malaysia to visit her relatives. I've got 3 days of alone time with my spankin' new Battlefield 3 she bought for me to ease the boredom. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's gonna be slightly challenging, not sure I'm in the mood to work my ass off, but It's not like I've got a choice. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5705936949504290660?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5705936949504290660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5705936949504290660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gdj4G77UQbI/Txx9501Z2lI/AAAAAAAABLk/x3JOBvUYdgY/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5981337440821386283</id><published>2012-01-21T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:01:20.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge - :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5699775838820476834'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LBr1dSZCHcE/Txmr7Tw_p6I/AAAAAAAABLM/XlvguHEkdaE/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've got time to spare, I waste it on things I can't remember and kick myself in the ass later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have used that few hours to get back into shape." -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, relationships has its negative effects. And I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my 86766826th relationship and once again, the whole pattern repeats itself. Couples get too comfortable with each other, take things for granted, puts on weight, look like shit and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this time around it bugs me like hell. I'm not gonna have it. If I need to break up for me to be disciplined, then so be it. Hells no, I'm going back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship, to me, is just a relationship. We can have one of those anytime. But a good waistline and a pocket full of cash, now.. That's hard to come by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5981337440821386283?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5981337440821386283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5981337440821386283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/urge.html' title='The Urge - :/'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LBr1dSZCHcE/Txmr7Tw_p6I/AAAAAAAABLM/XlvguHEkdaE/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-128430160498502162</id><published>2012-01-16T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:57:15.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Easy Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5698011873322974066'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sg9JCEZRb_s/TxNnnANfu3I/AAAAAAAABKw/Z8kCZCosiSM/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5698011904687036930'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IsfvFsMrQSQ/TxNno1DRWgI/AAAAAAAABK4/efY4-ad8CGQ/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5698012134862539378'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xEBooaUIbAE/TxNn2OhYynI/AAAAAAAABLA/u-UufPpDm6o/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales wasn't that bad yesterday, but I felt that it was rather quiet. Maybe compared to last year's final quarter's remarkable increase in volume due to the holidays, and of course, a little publicity from that food show we were featured in, I guess the worst was over. It was a problem, but a good problem nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, we still do have crowds coming in on the weekdays and weekends, and I'm pretty convinced that by now that the business for this little all day breakfast joint will probably never be reduced to how it was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sit outside smoking for two hours, only entering once or twice just to cook simple orders which never really took me more than 10 minutes to plate and serve out. Everything's simple. To me, at least. But now, though I don't have to be in the kitchen so often, sometimes it gets too busy that the cooks don't really have time to rest at all. And when it gets crazy, I'll have to get busy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed. Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work last night, after driving around aimlessly - trying to figure out where to eat, I remembered a restaurant/cafe that closes at 0300hrs at Sembawang Shopping Center. Winnie wanted something like HongKong Cafe, and my guess was spot on when we browsed through the menu and found dishes that somehow has that "Xin Wang" feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kungfu Paradise by the Paradise group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food... Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - if I were to not be so anal, I might think it's alright. Pretty average. Decent portion. Drinks are pretty good. I'm not sure whether $16.90++ is pricey for a steak, chicken and sausage combo for you but in my opinion, that's dirt cheap. Winnie had Battered fish and chicken chop curry baked rice. Huge portion. Scorching hot. Generous mozzarella melted on that Japanese curry rice. For another dirt cheap price tag @ $12.90++. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that, since it's after midnight when I arrived, we had a 20% discount(some promo in attempt to kill the silence at night perhaps) and 3 little steamed custard buns on the house. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a chef, I was trying to understand the concept they were trying to achieve. They wanted to attract the Hong Kong Cafe crowd but Hong Kong cafe is what it is. A menu inspired by the streets of Hong Kong while KungFu Paradise(?!!!!).. obviously lacking of originality from the looks of their dishes, only bothered coming out with a stupid name for a restaurant. It's just silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wondered how they could charge so little for a three-meat spread on my plate, and it all makes sense to me when I saw the number of joints the paradise group owns in Singapore. And with that in mind, I realized that the food cost on my plate, also right after tasting it, was below $3.00. Oh, did I mentioned that my steak was actually 120gm, doneness default at medium - medium well? So that would probably be around $1.20/before gst. But then again, I'm just guesstimating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it was a low profit, win by volume kinda place.. But then again, from the looks of it, I doubt there will ever be a decent volume enough to cover the operations for this place. Over staffed and being located in a shopping mall, those two factors place enough damage to burn a crippling business to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm a pessimist, right? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-128430160498502162?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/128430160498502162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/128430160498502162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-easy-sunday.html' title='That Easy Sunday.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sg9JCEZRb_s/TxNnnANfu3I/AAAAAAAABKw/Z8kCZCosiSM/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-73452811376509740</id><published>2012-01-08T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:18:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5694940674683647682'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H3EX1qnQ6Kc/Twh-XttxNsI/AAAAAAAABKk/VtxjZvP9dzI/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've received an email this morning from a competitor who I once applied a job for two years back(!!!), asking whether I'd be interested to run his kitchen. To be honest, I've got opportunities and offers before but the heart still resides on this little cafe/bistro/restaurant I've heavily invested a lot of time and effort on. And that's probably to the bosses' advantage, until lately, I've been questioning myself whether I should just try a different place instead. Of course, I'm quite confident I could get a place where there could be better benefits and pay but my hesitation lies on that 50-50 chance that I could either bloom further or I would be living under the shadow of yet another executive chef. Furthermore, what if I can't adapt? The freedom to create my culinary dreams would remain on sheets of paper under those piles of recipe books and expired invoices. Hmmm... Choices. Perhaps it's a phase and it'll probably be clearer to me in time. I'm just hoping that it'll come soon because I hate feeling lost and unsure of the paths I should be taking to excel further. Goodnight, ladies. ;)- Blogpressed. Vigorously. Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-73452811376509740?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/73452811376509740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/73452811376509740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions.html' title='Questions.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H3EX1qnQ6Kc/Twh-XttxNsI/AAAAAAAABKk/VtxjZvP9dzI/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2509831845075264485</id><published>2012-01-06T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T03:19:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter stealer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Highlights of the week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBP1zEifRk4" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBP1zEifRk4" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBP1zEifRk4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZBP1zEifRk4/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Stole one of the cook's lighter. Made a video and whatsapp-ed about it. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToLcwWSTcs8" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToLcwWSTcs8" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToLcwWSTcs8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ToLcwWSTcs8/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rubbing it in. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5694229773466905506'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdMQiVPqWXA/TwX3z0Tyq6I/AAAAAAAABKY/_cstAlpbOq0/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert made briyani. Which was totally awesome by the way. But I had to make it "gangster".. So I had to let it "mingle" with my fav friend, streaky bacon. Fairies:"You just have to make it non-halal, right?"Spot on. ;)I was jogging around my place(oh, btw, jogged for three laps and choked on my saliva - lip syncing to "We are young" by Fun... Stamina down by 40%), when I ran/jogged into my ex girlfriend. Used to date her back in 2001-2002, that's what she told me. I couldn't really recall who she is, but when I reached home, in the shower to be exact - applying a generous amount of papaya soap to the facial area in hopes to get those darn pimples out and away, I remembered dating someone like her for a short period(one of those relationships you have before something serious kicks in  - I call them "fillers" - like fillers in a gap?) :PYeah, only that she's like 50kg lighter back then and ... Nuff' said. Heh. We talked for a bit. Same ol' questions. What are you doing? Are you married? Where you're staying? Blah blah blah. Then it got me thinking. Life is quite marvelous actually. Where it leads you to? No one knows. But I know how I got here and I wondered if I did it in any other way, would it have made any difference? Would I be happier? Hmmm... Nah! Lol. There's a reason for everything. Reason only time could tell. And so far, the reasons I've managed to figured out we're surprisingly not bad at all. And I am thankful,... :) in a way. Goodnight, ladies!- Blogpressed. Vigorously. Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2509831845075264485?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2509831845075264485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2509831845075264485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/lighter-stealer.html' title='Lighter stealer'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdMQiVPqWXA/TwX3z0Tyq6I/AAAAAAAABKY/_cstAlpbOq0/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8151957416344708024</id><published>2012-01-01T04:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:28:02.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rkMm75OYdA" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rkMm75OYdA" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rkMm75OYdA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/3rkMm75OYdA/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;An interesting night it was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, went home and sped off to that little notorious club I've been patronizing ever so often this year, heavily influenced by my boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt that Winnie is a total lightweight. Hehe... She fell asleep with a 7-11 plastic bag filled with barf in the car on the way home. Lucky for me, I've already finish my awesome shawarma from Shiraz(thank god, they're still open). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fast asleep right next to me now. And hopefully, in the future, she'll learn that there's no pride in telling people you can drink when all it takes was half or even less than bottle of excellent martell to send her to the toilet 3 times, a bag of puke in the car and some more in the toilet bowl at home. Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those things you'll learn with age and maturity. ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8151957416344708024?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8151957416344708024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8151957416344708024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2012/01/youtube-video-interesting-night-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5471371666731091899</id><published>2011-12-30T07:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:42:10.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5691699798976772546'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-usyq_R63VEU/Tvz6z64sOcI/AAAAAAAABKM/f1YlVWaEo1A/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be late! Not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hv site viewing @ 0900hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross yr fingers. Let's hope everything will go well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5471371666731091899?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5471371666731091899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5471371666731091899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-be-late-not-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-usyq_R63VEU/Tvz6z64sOcI/AAAAAAAABKM/f1YlVWaEo1A/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4392416417983933126</id><published>2011-12-29T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:49:47.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5691237902540375602'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FdR_V_5aC0g/TvtWuAkohjI/AAAAAAAABKA/trnRRGNGyTo/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is just... Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was never popular in school. And now, she's got to like her own photo on Facebook. That's just too depressing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I could have sworn I saw her driving past me earlier today before I left for work. Could have been my imagination but sure looks like her. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the meeting today sucked monkey balls and if I were to have it my way, I'd take a small dagger and place it in him, "assassin style". Probably doing a favor for his sons and everyone else at the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing games on the ps3. Just needed to let loose for a bit. I feel so much tension going on, just needed to let out the steam. And what's better than jumping off buildings and silently stabbing enemy guards at the back with medieval knives and single shot ancient pistols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good distraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a "sleep alone" night tonight. Though I miss her a little, I know that some space is good for us every now and then. Helps me regroup and organize. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days to my bday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered coming out of my mum's vagina and giving my number to one of the nurses. With blood. That's the way I roll. Hoo-ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4392416417983933126?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4392416417983933126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4392416417983933126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/sad-whore.html' title='Sad whore'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FdR_V_5aC0g/TvtWuAkohjI/AAAAAAAABKA/trnRRGNGyTo/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6898033008087170345</id><published>2011-12-23T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:59:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5689307656607625826'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BkteekJ9JAk/TvR7K6IB8mI/AAAAAAAABJ0/FSDP9zoWNKE/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm trying to tell myself once again, .. Wait! Correction. Convince myself that if I can go through this, I can go through just about anything else in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I am often surprised by what life comes up with at times. So I'm not really sure. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super early night for me. &lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up early to sear the roast beef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6898033008087170345?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6898033008087170345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6898033008087170345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/seriously-anyways-im-trying-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BkteekJ9JAk/TvR7K6IB8mI/AAAAAAAABJ0/FSDP9zoWNKE/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2226414926320930288</id><published>2011-12-23T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:05:54.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5689015545660140514'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HnC65EZXk6o/TvNxf0C_a-I/AAAAAAAABJo/LG9cyWjdqxQ/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda bothers me that the car is a bit too small for me. Lol. But when it's time to pay the road tax and insurance, .. Thank god, I've gotten a small car. It's painful to tear away from money I've worked my ass off for the whole month. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's really easy on the petrol. So far, a full tank of gas stretches for a week plus(depends on how I drive) and a full tank costs me about $68-$75. It's roughly around 15-17km/lit. Naise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going to sleep. Have to wake up in four hours. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday week is coming. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be working, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I want to. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2226414926320930288?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2226414926320930288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2226414926320930288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-because-i-want-to.html' title='Just because I want to.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HnC65EZXk6o/TvNxf0C_a-I/AAAAAAAABJo/LG9cyWjdqxQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-7034871227338905162</id><published>2011-12-21T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:50:33.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5688439502313744162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qoxtl2zVm4E/TvFllrW15yI/AAAAAAAABJc/EhbsTgiDtjw/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm off to work, let me laze around in bed for a little bit and reflect on things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bird told me one of the recent exes just updated an entry, told me that I'm in it. Lol. It's been more than a year since I had her url. I didn't see the point of reading her entries back then, and I don't think that's going to change now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, little bird, not interested. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do wish her well. And yeah, thanks for everything. Cheers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Christmas menu came out quite good. My sliders are selling out fast. My smoked duck Benedict with balsamic Hollandaise is the winner so far. Yesterday, we launched the christmas menu and the crowd keeps pouring in all day with full house at night. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired but I'm happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roast beef specials will be out this weekend. Hoping that it'll be fantastic as well. Totally excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better news, there's a franchise opportunity that I'll be in charge of next year, and it's in the north. Terrific. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-7034871227338905162?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7034871227338905162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7034871227338905162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-im-off-to-work-let-me-laze.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qoxtl2zVm4E/TvFllrW15yI/AAAAAAAABJc/EhbsTgiDtjw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8122843448908327099</id><published>2011-12-17T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:27:09.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5686779048401532882'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uyupupy__R4/Tut_aigbd9I/AAAAAAAABJA/H6r53DPixAA/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly the feeling of being lost, unsure of what to do with my life, afraid that I'm gonna make the wrong decision - completely placing my future in a shit hole. Sometimes, when I'm in a comfortable state, I still do feel that way. Seems like I fear change more than anything else. And change is inevitable one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are changes that I accept in open arms. Change, at times, breaks the monotonous cycle of everyday life and I do get bored very easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example, my once undying passion for computer games - spent hundreds on Blu-ray disc games for the ps3, accessories and such... Only to have it stagnant in front of the telly, collecting dust. My nitro remote controlled buggy now in a cupboard, when work took away time, it always took away the thrill of owning the MFR and the responsibilities that comes along with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time changes everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still a "man boy" at heart, though heavily pressured by the society to make something out of myself. I still do feel the excitement when a new game comes out, but I know that buying it will only be a waste of money for I still have unopened games in closet. And when a friend of mine just bought himself a new remote controlled drifting car, my heart desires one like his, so that I could join him on certain days we feel like "burning the track" together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what time do I have? And even if I do, it's spent recuperating, operating kitchen off the kitchen and trying to spend time with the one they call "Ah lien"(lol!). The one I've grown pretty fond of at the moment. Not really sure where it leads to, but nevertheless, her companion do bring in some comfort. Some comfort away from the kitchen, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the kitchen life has its curse and blessings, but I'm sure that all it takes is a little optimism and the ability to manage time and everything else(emotions, money, etc) accordingly, everything will be alright. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8122843448908327099?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8122843448908327099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8122843448908327099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-remember-vividly-feeling-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uyupupy__R4/Tut_aigbd9I/AAAAAAAABJA/H6r53DPixAA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6296636659771633966</id><published>2011-12-15T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:19:31.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fattening, ya know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5686019425887735474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PtvT6WPvYGY/TujMisICTrI/AAAAAAAABIs/S9sGWKQs9e4/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I dropped Ms Troublesome off to school, I met Anna for a bit. I've not met her for a very, very long time... I think it's about a year plus. There's that usual "oh my god, you lost a lot of weight" thing which honestly, I'm really getting sick of. Lol. Comon', people change all the time. But she was blinking her eyes over and over again, until I had to dig up some old photos to remember how I look like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... Now I can understand why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5686019436018867746'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6ijHkq1ZBus/TujMjR3fHiI/AAAAAAAABI0/XN4YIrzbchQ/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. And there's more from where that came from. So in short, my time with the ex neighbour/girlfriend was quite a disaster for me. Lol. 118kg then, didn't really know that shedding around 20+ plus kg makes a difference. Seems like too small of a number to form up any significance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me right now, knowing that in every relationship I will tend to lose control of myself and bloat up like that. Because prior to that, I was also humongous in every other relationship. Only when I'm single  am I inspired to lose weight and improve the standards of living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even right now, I'm starting to ease up on the exercise and just let loose on work as well. Hmmm... It's pretty scary actually. I'm honestly a better person single. Lol. Either that or I might need to have a girl who can really control me. Inspires me to do things with her. But ... Unfortunately for me, I only attract people who will drive me to obesity and the outmost brink of stupidity. Story of my life. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to not let a relationship get in the way of a lifestyle I've tried so hard to maintain but like it or not, you are who you mix with. And in the long run, there are bound to be some influence going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only natural to incline to be fat and lazy rather than toned and hardworking. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for what it's worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was uberly fat in those relationship, I was somewhat contented. I used to call it "Happy Fats". -_- Oh, the things I say to make myself feel better and not feel guilty gorging down a plate of greasy, fattening buffalo wings, followed by a 500gm prime rib steak with mashed potatoes and Caesar salad. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make myself feel healthier, I'll munch on celery and carrots.... With a serving of high cholesterol ranch dressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda scary going back there. Kinda scary knowing that without proper discipline, I'll just end up back there again. Needing another break up to slim down and move up professionally. There must be a way to maintain. There must. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my Christmas menu is out next week. Do come down and try it. It's simple and I've kinda played with light flavors this time around. 16 more days to my Birthday, yeay!! I'm super excited to hit 28... Because it's an even number and I love even numbers. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Alright. &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, darlings. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6296636659771633966?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6296636659771633966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6296636659771633966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/fattening-ya-know.html' title='Fattening, ya know!'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PtvT6WPvYGY/TujMisICTrI/AAAAAAAABIs/S9sGWKQs9e4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4642802292284287249</id><published>2011-12-14T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:57:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5685673613768447698'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PM1r7K0MhRw/TueSBxl61tI/AAAAAAAABIg/ogHHGA6jZ0o/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get things done, you should do it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about half a month the year will end and I am totally looking forward to just get the year over and done with. Work doesn't seem to get easier and from the looks of it, I feel that it's only gonna' get more challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not fazed by challenges as long as its worth my time and effort. Afterall, we are working and even though, I don't want to admit this at times, I guess a few bonuses here and there helps the situation. Makes you feel appreciated, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... But other than money, I get more satisfaction by knowing that they have plans to upgrade myself in the future. Not that I'm not thankful for what they've given me so far. And they have given me a lot for someone who has been working with them for just two years and for that I am grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt quite a lot this year and it simply motivates me to do more for myself and the restaurant. And I know that it'll definitely help me to run my own place in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all it takes. Time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4642802292284287249?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4642802292284287249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4642802292284287249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-want-to-get-things-done-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PM1r7K0MhRw/TueSBxl61tI/AAAAAAAABIg/ogHHGA6jZ0o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2319037790152136893</id><published>2011-12-11T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:41:57.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5684633657791455378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dMTZFkqOmVw/TuPgMXrjoJI/AAAAAAAABIU/o9YLPVCLMUk/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2319037790152136893?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2319037790152136893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2319037790152136893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogpressed.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dMTZFkqOmVw/TuPgMXrjoJI/AAAAAAAABIU/o9YLPVCLMUk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2997030456325095078</id><published>2011-12-08T05:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:11:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed me, I'm hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5683497126081341490'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1fyGNervPYA/Tt_WhhIIKDI/AAAAAAAABII/aFe-S-hesf0/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things created this year. Actually, I would like to thank the kitchen. Without them, my vision will just be ideas in my head, notes on my iPhone and plain scribbles on my scrapbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank Service for being the icing on the cake, Marketing for publicizing the creations, bosses for the support and the other chefs I've worked with for inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a challenging, but nonetheless, a fairly good start to a new position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, life will take me to a prosperous new year. I know there will be struggles. I know there will be more drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2997030456325095078?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2997030456325095078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2997030456325095078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/feed-me-i-hungry.html' title='Feed me, I&amp;#39;m hungry.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1fyGNervPYA/Tt_WhhIIKDI/AAAAAAAABII/aFe-S-hesf0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1072260268185384859</id><published>2011-12-06T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:24:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5683021216174266114'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NHf_6BcLsgs/Tt4lr6kTVwI/AAAAAAAABH8/t-hjy84aglE/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I did it to prove you wrong. I was waiting for the right moment. This was what I was waiting for. I knew it would come and it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm doing it for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that there'll be something else that could lead me to a thicker wallet. Not those filled with receipts, but actually good loads of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop. Real money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1072260268185384859?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1072260268185384859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1072260268185384859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/at-first-i-did-it-to-prove-you-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NHf_6BcLsgs/Tt4lr6kTVwI/AAAAAAAABH8/t-hjy84aglE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4658811831822126238</id><published>2011-12-06T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:13:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5682724475004382386'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6CvIrdMq9I4/Tt0XzTkN7LI/AAAAAAAABHw/S7QPZbm2N0k/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='318' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm a chef, everybody seems to think I want to have a utility belt with spatulas, whisks, knives and a constant eagerness to break out into a cooking frenzy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid to cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting laid don't cut it for me. You might still have to reach deep into your pockets, tear away from a couple of blue notes, preferably orange, if you want a decent meal from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is, baby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kitchen drama creates havoc again. I've kinda grown immune to it. Now I just shrug and think for five minutes how to kill the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the nail that sticks out, gets hammered down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics never cease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least, it fits as the most perfection distraction at the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ex still wanting to work things out and that new female giving it all out, I could use a little time away from personal drama and concentrate on work for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4658811831822126238?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4658811831822126238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4658811831822126238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/desserts.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6CvIrdMq9I4/Tt0XzTkN7LI/AAAAAAAABHw/S7QPZbm2N0k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-9038957331759756561</id><published>2011-12-05T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:10:56.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5682538317024996754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7yytOgtlPbo/TtxuffDSLZI/AAAAAAAABHk/zWkykdqCXOw/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I truly believe. &lt;br /&gt;I have a kitchen full of pansies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my job far more difficult than it already is, dealing with the facts that the females are temperamental and inefficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Damn the labour cost. &lt;br /&gt;Or else, I would have them fired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up two hrs ago, but refuse to get out of bed, please allow me to laze for a bit longer. I don't feel well. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the current issue that lingers on my mind every now and then, I think it's rather unwise to be with anyone at the moment. Not until I find someone suitable. No point hurting more people on the way there. I think that's the best solution so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you,... I'm not sure how to put this across. We're from two different worlds. Nothing you do agrees with me and this goes on, one day... It'll just explode and I'm sure it'll leads us here again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in life, you can't always have what you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=I%20am%20famished.%20&amp;z=10'&gt;I am famished. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-9038957331759756561?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9038957331759756561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9038957331759756561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/deception.html' title='The Deception'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7yytOgtlPbo/TtxuffDSLZI/AAAAAAAABHk/zWkykdqCXOw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4919533382039980502</id><published>2011-12-04T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:53:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5682255527583221138'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-276P6s3WtcI/TtttS-SZBZI/AAAAAAAABHI/O5pvEMCNaEw/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the pan man. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5682255540832204754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NyMDri9HiaI/TtttTvpMd9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/QJWRP-Gs1zw/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she bleeds. :) naise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5682255551541542674'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BeKztQlKEQI/TtttUXif_xI/AAAAAAAABHY/j5oDUZ6m6tk/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho cuuuuuutttteeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was totally one of the busiest day ever. And by the time I was about to leave for home, the sales was close to hitting the sales record. Naise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it worse is that I was kinda late for work this morning, because of yesternight's lil' smth smth... Hmmm.. Yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out. Will update you later. ;) xoxoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4919533382039980502?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4919533382039980502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4919533382039980502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/spot-pan-man.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-276P6s3WtcI/TtttS-SZBZI/AAAAAAAABHI/O5pvEMCNaEw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1589591234762008805</id><published>2011-12-02T07:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:27:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5681305677359106210'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qmGJAQWFvVI/TtgNaadmSKI/AAAAAAAABG8/JB2V6DIEKFI/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home. It was quite a night. And though it usually bugs me that I've only got a few hours of shut eye before I've got to get busy again, this time around I'm glad I am busy. Leaves me no time to feel sorry for myself and by the time, everything is done. I'm just too tired to function and I'll just fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were mix opinions about the break up. Some said I was being too petty, finding a reason to ditch the hole. But some said that they probably will do the same thing as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, I don't really care about other people's opinion. They are stupid. And I still stand by my decision to call it quits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than the "paiseh" feeling that your gf has got that  thing on her wrist, that constant reminder that she's incapable of ever making the right decision, or the lack of common sense to, at least, have it done on an area less hideous. She didn't even asked my opinion, which really pissed me off. And what if I were to be serious with this girl? How am I supposed to bring her around? Like it or not, the society we live in, we're bunch of judgmental cretins that uses assumptions rather than actual facts, and now, when I still have the option, it's best to just walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie to you. There was once upon a time, I actually felt that there could be a chance to sort out our differences and probably work towards a future together. But now.. Even if there's a glimmer of hope... I don't want to even acknowledge it anymore. Not in this lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning and goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexily Awesome Alfie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1589591234762008805?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1589591234762008805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1589591234762008805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qmGJAQWFvVI/TtgNaadmSKI/AAAAAAAABG8/JB2V6DIEKFI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6772767971864549555</id><published>2011-12-01T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:34:08.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5680874411216870386'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wcgg0DEvkSM/TtaFLa4wG_I/AAAAAAAABGw/Xpt8K9_69eQ/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night, when I can, I think about the possibilities of life. I think about how the past affects the present. And how the present will affect the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think ponder about the fact that I can't seem to manage my money well enough. The more money I earn, the more money I spend. When will it ever be enough? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when those nights I had a little bit too much caffeine, I would stay awake while she sleeps, blogging about things that goes in my head that no one really cares about. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a sweet girl. She's a girl. Not yet a woman. My bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know. I know. Stop judging already. Lol. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6772767971864549555?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6772767971864549555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6772767971864549555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/12/each-night-when-i-can-i-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wcgg0DEvkSM/TtaFLa4wG_I/AAAAAAAABGw/Xpt8K9_69eQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6478724758900958641</id><published>2011-11-26T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T02:50:08.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5679007644376801970'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6QfRrIjAn8U/Ts_jXSfOorI/AAAAAAAABGk/PKhe86Y_ycg/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, darlin. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6478724758900958641?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6478724758900958641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6478724758900958641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/other-side.html' title='The other side'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6QfRrIjAn8U/Ts_jXSfOorI/AAAAAAAABGk/PKhe86Y_ycg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1256281135303075211</id><published>2011-11-24T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:53:00.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5678266217154303682'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NGasHf54HPo/Ts1BCi2VVsI/AAAAAAAABGM/4emqzYykzLs/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching "One Day" starring Anne Hathaway and .. Err, the guy. There's smth about the movie that makes me sad on a more personal level. I know she died and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you make assumptions... No, I'm not even thinking of anyone specific. There's no one in the past I'm dying to be with. No offense. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anyone I love enough to return to. In fact, I don't remember how I felt about any of my exes. No offense once again. I bet it was good... Or bad while it lasted. But chapters went by so fast, and I can't seem to get myself to reminisce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or who to reminisce about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1256281135303075211?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1256281135303075211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1256281135303075211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/was-watching-one-day-starring-anne.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NGasHf54HPo/Ts1BCi2VVsI/AAAAAAAABGM/4emqzYykzLs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2273130359631882400</id><published>2011-11-20T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T06:07:00.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oysters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5676785893303303026'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--mTUtSyHAjk/Tsf-sWxKu3I/AAAAAAAABF4/gg5MeeKNt_Y/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is important in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oysters ... Turns me on. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oysters craving fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna drag myself home now. Bah! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left you a note. Underneath yr granny lamp that needs a bulb replaced. Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2273130359631882400?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2273130359631882400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2273130359631882400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/oysters.html' title='Oysters.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--mTUtSyHAjk/Tsf-sWxKu3I/AAAAAAAABF4/gg5MeeKNt_Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-7130477750673345234</id><published>2011-11-19T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:45:35.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5676408883548150402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Hrd3xC0NPro/Tsanzf_CWoI/AAAAAAAABFg/78P-ZGd_frM/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like just rolling around in bed. For a week. With you perhaps. Stuffing myself with sushis, strudels, noodles, etc. Playing games off the iPhone. Jibber with anyone, everyone. All day. Not a care in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock jolts me awake at 0830hrs with concerns about what goes on in the kitchen and whether my ordering has been delivered. And if everything is done, I'll pamper myself with another hour of shut eye and spend the rest of the day, calculating how much time I have till I have to submit my ideas and paperwork to the bosses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't the way it is a few years ago. I'm not complaining. It's just that I still wish I have a week for myself. Without anything to worry about. Perhaps I'll have that week in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this week though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Tuesday's Christmas Menu food tasting, Wednesday's food tasting for the 18th Dec, Thursday's photo shoot for the mag and the restaurant. Followed by the ever crazy weekend, the same one I'm about to experience for the umpteenth time in a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. I'd love it more if I have a week to just... Recuperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-7130477750673345234?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7130477750673345234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7130477750673345234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-feel-like-just-rolling.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Hrd3xC0NPro/Tsanzf_CWoI/AAAAAAAABFg/78P-ZGd_frM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2878710648494415389</id><published>2011-11-18T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T04:21:26.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5676062496974213234'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LPZhW_d7KHE/TsVsxJcQkHI/AAAAAAAABFU/s9PB7PUJMzk/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I find hilarious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody thinks that I'm not over you,.. The truth is that even after two years or so, you're the one that hounds on my blog, keeping tabs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did like you told me to. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not likely to go back to mediocre anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh... Touché. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy when you parked your stupid car underneath my blk, emo-ing for hours. And I'm happy right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2878710648494415389?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2878710648494415389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2878710648494415389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-know-what-i-find-hilarious-when.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LPZhW_d7KHE/TsVsxJcQkHI/AAAAAAAABFU/s9PB7PUJMzk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8890354826294037993</id><published>2011-11-17T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:45:56.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5675821403967504978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-n_GM2Ua90Hk/TsSRfsAKwlI/AAAAAAAABFI/WqLABZ47mZQ/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8890354826294037993?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8890354826294037993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8890354826294037993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogpressed_17.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-n_GM2Ua90Hk/TsSRfsAKwlI/AAAAAAAABFI/WqLABZ47mZQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2617803878244992714</id><published>2011-11-12T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:04:14.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5673908858627875378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5ilK8SBPODk/Tr3GC5Z04jI/AAAAAAAABE8/ypP-fW0nL7c/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the most expensive app I've seen so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. -_- waste money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2617803878244992714?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2617803878244992714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2617803878244992714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-this-is-most-expensive-app-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5ilK8SBPODk/Tr3GC5Z04jI/AAAAAAAABE8/ypP-fW0nL7c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2761864789897987165</id><published>2011-11-11T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:15:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5673602441908229922'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sLOiWq5eP3g/TryvXGK6lyI/AAAAAAAABEo/t63_0N6POlY/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5673602454633979282'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pXPtCJXr85o/TryvX1k-HZI/AAAAAAAABEw/qwmGeRGve-E/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the lull period at work. Not much events for November(thank god!), but I get a feeling that it'll soon intensify once December creeps near. After all, it's month awesome people were born. More importantly awesome people were born closer to the end of the month. Haha!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe is at work right now, the last text she sent a few minutes ago told me that she hates being there. Well, I think she hates it even more knowing the fact that I'm still rolling around in bed at 1300hrs and I've got nothing to do till the boss calls for that meeting. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hoping that it's late enough for me to make excuses to skip the meeting. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya later, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2761864789897987165?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2761864789897987165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2761864789897987165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-lull-period-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sLOiWq5eP3g/TryvXGK6lyI/AAAAAAAABEo/t63_0N6POlY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2646631735566163320</id><published>2011-11-09T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:04:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114318412319748138333/TheBlogAnecdote#5672950416634579010'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NN8uO-48zJE/TrpeWOvoiEI/AAAAAAAABEc/ETEm9-izFaU/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2646631735566163320?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2646631735566163320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2646631735566163320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogpressed.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NN8uO-48zJE/TrpeWOvoiEI/AAAAAAAABEc/ETEm9-izFaU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6900728807861035752</id><published>2011-11-07T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:17:16.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote#5672242339174670866'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5CcIEFNz9KI/TrfaWspv4hI/AAAAAAAABD4/A7Gk13HBptA/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work and work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6900728807861035752?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6900728807861035752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6900728807861035752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-work-and-work-out.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5CcIEFNz9KI/TrfaWspv4hI/AAAAAAAABD4/A7Gk13HBptA/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-9093459326142748215</id><published>2011-11-02T06:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:40:13.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote#5670160892479761986'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KDWp4KNMxRY/TrB1SjeRbkI/AAAAAAAABDk/PI2y5E5RkTQ/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking myself in the ass right now. Getting intoxicated with wine gives me a bad hangover everytime. I can get wasted on hard liquor and still get up fresh in the morning, but with grapes... Pfft. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she did it, but she's up wide awake, bugging me to go out for breakfast. I think flying screwed up her body clock pretty bad. Lol. But it's nice to see her singing and dancing around at 0630hrs in the morning when 80% of the population feels like they hate their life for the first few hours of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it worse is that her bed makes me wanna stone and find an excuse not to turn up for work today. Haha... But duty calls. We can play again when she comes back in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, ladies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogpressed. Vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-9093459326142748215?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9093459326142748215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9093459326142748215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KDWp4KNMxRY/TrB1SjeRbkI/AAAAAAAABDk/PI2y5E5RkTQ/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4452876847533123150</id><published>2011-11-02T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:36:00.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote#5670069464563087794'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xb7tNPA4ZMg/TrAiIv8SebI/AAAAAAAABDY/ghwPjOIxBzs/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch women sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They either trust me enough to not do anything they don't want to do or they don't mind me doing anything I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder why women like to cuddle so much as well. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she's got four hrs to get ready for her flight and I've got an hr and a half before I need to be in the kitchen. Sigh, why must I schedule myself on days I don't wanna work? I am such a biatche. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nappy time. :) her damn bed is so cosy, I can sleep all day in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4452876847533123150?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4452876847533123150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4452876847533123150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-to-watch-women-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xb7tNPA4ZMg/TrAiIv8SebI/AAAAAAAABDY/ghwPjOIxBzs/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8410899262678007935</id><published>2011-11-02T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:04:00.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote#5670063282490931842'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qXoUaUdvAXw/TrAcg57beoI/AAAAAAAABDM/FqY9Zx7rDUY/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly intoxicated. And I can't sleep, I've got to be back in the kitchen in about two hrs. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite "gentleman" of her to offer me her bed while she sleeps on the couch, but yeah... With her flight in about four hrs and my need to be in the kitchen in about two, I'm pretty sure that we're not likely to do anything more than casual sex(lol!). So yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, none of that bdsm shit tonight. -____- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my cravings for steak has been fulfilled with a good 500gm t bone earlier on(we shared, hells no I'm gonna have that -oh, so awesome- piece of - oh, so awesome- angus on my own). Lol. Perhaps, two years earlier, I could have. But now, too much of smth makes me sien. Goes for everything nowadays. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the Christmas menu is finally done, waiting for confirmation from a few suppliers and the bosses themselves. We'll see how things goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I need a holiday. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrrryyll!! - Sorry, but I'm far too lazy to read people's blogs, and that includes yours. It's boring la. So your updates will have to be emailed to me personally or at least, try to take some time off for your true love, and chillax with me, can? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orsm Alfie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8410899262678007935?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8410899262678007935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8410899262678007935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qXoUaUdvAXw/TrAcg57beoI/AAAAAAAABDM/FqY9Zx7rDUY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4071984032262162768</id><published>2011-11-01T03:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T03:08:00.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote#5669735120165337762'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qUoOT-JHIR0/Tq7yDWAC-qI/AAAAAAAABDA/snwNqHWYEqo/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a terrible headache right now. What's worse is that I've got to be up in about a few more hours. The inspiration for my upcoming menus comes and goes, and an idea often strikes at the weirdest places at the weirdest time. Which makes it impossible to pen down my thoughts. Tricky, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to get some classics out but the typical Christmas dinners and roast wouldn't work for our brunch theme, and with that being said, it shuts 1/2 of the Christmas possibilities that I would want to have in the menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are the possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the starters - Molly Cuddled Eggs. - three layers of baked goodness. First layer will be lemon polenta. Second layer, cream of spinach &amp; mushroom and third will be eggs and gruyere cheese. Baked to perfection. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Mains - Chicken Cordon Bleu stuffed with Cranberry Cheese &amp; Smoked Ham served with Mint Leaves Mornay &amp; Portobello Mashed Potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg roulade with devil curry chicken and aubergines served with Creamy Dauphinois. &lt;br /&gt;- I remembered having this dish when I was younger celebrating Christmas. A little bit of eurasian cuisine in there. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Brandy Tiramisu - and this was smth I thought about drinking the other night. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sleep! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orsm Alfie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4071984032262162768?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4071984032262162768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4071984032262162768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-got-terrible-headache-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qUoOT-JHIR0/Tq7yDWAC-qI/AAAAAAAABDA/snwNqHWYEqo/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5987606880396094621</id><published>2011-10-27T06:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:39:45.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5667934263117215698'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7joo7CmTSV0/TqiMLqtd99I/AAAAAAAABBY/VpTX4tLjFt0/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't understand. You don't understand. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't understand that I'm not the type who would mourn when she leaves, because it only leaves room for opportunity. You don't understand. She doesn't understand that I love her enough to give HER the opportunity to leave her life alone. You don't understand. She doesn't understand that I'm not the type who understands love the way she does, words mean nothing... Actions counts most. You don't understand. She doesn't understand that I have a heart that belongs to anyone but no one at the same time. You don't understand. She doesn't understand that I'll mirror her every actions because I feel that she should know how it feels to be me. You don't understand. She doesn't understand that the constant complications I'm embedded with, you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you would like to see the world the way you feel, you refuse to see mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't have a heart, it's just that you failed to capture it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5987606880396094621?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5987606880396094621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5987606880396094621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-don-understand.html' title='You don&amp;#39;t understand.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7joo7CmTSV0/TqiMLqtd99I/AAAAAAAABBY/VpTX4tLjFt0/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-7078294206767386464</id><published>2011-10-26T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:44:32.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5667487102086443234'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5Fe1NbkWt_w/Tqb1feD4cOI/AAAAAAAABBM/Aa7ZZbVRGAk/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep things short and simple. If I find myself in an undesirable situation, chances are ... Things will be kept even shorter and simpler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to walk out on anyone and I'm not afraid of hurting your feelings nor anyone's feelings. This is my life, I know what I want and I won't stop till I get it. Unfortunately, you're not it. I'm sorry you had to be all emo on Fb and your stupid tumblr, but that's just the way it is. You knew what you were in for from the start, never promised you that it'll work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been Alfie-Ed. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-7078294206767386464?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7078294206767386464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7078294206767386464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5Fe1NbkWt_w/Tqb1feD4cOI/AAAAAAAABBM/Aa7ZZbVRGAk/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8686978365407351116</id><published>2011-10-25T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:12:43.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5667123267408905378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1iNDIyezjPw/TqWqlgRCRKI/AAAAAAAABA4/a_t9eb7h7r4/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='450' height='336' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5667123281798485650'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fbXatIUc0pI/TqWqmV3x1pI/AAAAAAAABBA/ad0PodNiNlc/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='450' height='336' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so difficult to be obsessed about my work. I eat everyday and I enjoy eating. And the only way I know how to enjoy what I eat is by knowing how it's been cooked. Steamed, poached, roasted, grilled, fried, pan fried, shallow fried, deep fried, blanched, oven baked, blind baked, steam baked, barbecued, toasted, braised, seared, boiled, double boiled, flambé, double cooking procedure, triple cooking&lt;br /&gt;Procedure, terrines, pâtés,.. Cold cuts,... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way for you to appreciate food better is for you to know how it's been made. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8686978365407351116?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8686978365407351116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8686978365407351116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-so-difficult-to-be-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1iNDIyezjPw/TqWqlgRCRKI/AAAAAAAABA4/a_t9eb7h7r4/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-7828414818484489221</id><published>2011-10-23T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T09:58:15.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5666501082110296258'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lLdCAK5vjXw/TqN0tjaNAMI/AAAAAAAABAs/OS_XftTa9lU/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-7828414818484489221?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7828414818484489221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7828414818484489221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/alfie-did-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lLdCAK5vjXw/TqN0tjaNAMI/AAAAAAAABAs/OS_XftTa9lU/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3235062060135398293</id><published>2011-10-23T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:30:41.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's definitely better :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5666370252332680738'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HTh8LTNoYZc/TqL9uQghRiI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ddIdUSYYU5A/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5666370266150125490'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lX800NSBoCs/TqL9vD-2v7I/AAAAAAAABAY/e9Jz6A3EdgY/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5666370274975939218'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Ww3VmO86sFc/TqL9vk3F-pI/AAAAAAAABAg/1nZODRUblXo/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wedding filled with chefs, business owners and HOT females. Haha... I can't help myself but to scope on some of the bridesmaids. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the 411 on certain uncertainties pertaining to the question on whether ... I'm serious with that chick I've been constantly hanging out with. Well, honestly, we've been together for about a few mths now. Unfortunately, due to the age difference and my current working needs... (also my inability to stay committed), I've been keeping quiet about it. Even the bestie knows nothing. The only people who's currently in the loop, basically most who made their own assumptions - I never really attempt to hide anything from anyone and I'd be honest with anyone who's interested to know, most of them who already knew about Ms Ng and me are those from the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I'm totally serious or it's just a phase, either way... I'm not too caught with anything except for work at the moment. Without a doubt, I'm very fond of her and her adorable little habits but I'm just not up for a strong "lets meet up everyday" kind of relationship at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understands the situation well and that works well for the both of us. So now you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, nothing has changed. Much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3235062060135398293?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3235062060135398293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3235062060135398293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life-definitely-better.html' title='My life&amp;#39;s definitely better :)'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HTh8LTNoYZc/TqL9uQghRiI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ddIdUSYYU5A/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5903774648315961922</id><published>2011-10-22T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:04:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crib side</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5666100599009314578'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CTBao4MRZO4/TqIIeXmUBxI/AAAAAAAABAE/HN0o3iIob6E/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and brunch away with my latest smoked ham and gruyere cheese french toast brioche. I would recommend a cup of macchiato to assist the chow and a desire to conquer the world for full effect stimulation. Aftermath - a smile and a slight increase in cholesterol.  Lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, ladies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5903774648315961922?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5903774648315961922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5903774648315961922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/crib-side.html' title='The crib side'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CTBao4MRZO4/TqIIeXmUBxI/AAAAAAAABAE/HN0o3iIob6E/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5093086813955341526</id><published>2011-10-21T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T03:52:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big friendly giant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5665664557402306290'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6iGK4zIhiIs/TqB75aB8NvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CgsJiWN6oWM/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5093086813955341526?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5093086813955341526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5093086813955341526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-friendly-giant.html' title='The big friendly giant.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6iGK4zIhiIs/TqB75aB8NvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CgsJiWN6oWM/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2907822955410916111</id><published>2011-10-20T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:13:40.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xin Wang</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5665299031134109122'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-89KvQ3Z-Zyo/Tp8vc-kc_cI/AAAAAAAAA_s/13uxc4mDR-I/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's four in the morning. And Pocket Legend's getting boring. I think I'm going to bed soon. And yes, she's here in my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Alright. Lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up from work, and since Weijie's there as well, I asked him to call his gf at home to have some supper together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Wang @ Sun Plaza&lt;br /&gt;- Pork Chop On Papaya Soup Noodle&lt;br /&gt;- Fried Luncheon Meat&lt;br /&gt;- French Toast &lt;br /&gt;- Kaya Butter Bread&lt;br /&gt;- Seafood Noodle&lt;br /&gt;- Beef baked rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I ever took a week off pork. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't think so. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas menu is half ready. Will update you, darlings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2907822955410916111?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2907822955410916111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2907822955410916111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/xin-wang.html' title='Xin Wang'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-89KvQ3Z-Zyo/Tp8vc-kc_cI/AAAAAAAAA_s/13uxc4mDR-I/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6376773080319757049</id><published>2011-10-18T06:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:12:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5664587574364986242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-njd-O7rgdUk/TpyoYvkd24I/AAAAAAAAA_g/1MpKzrOmWAo/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why but you keep coming back to the same spot you left in such a hurry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time, perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6376773080319757049?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6376773080319757049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6376773080319757049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-dont-know-why-but-you-keep-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-njd-O7rgdUk/TpyoYvkd24I/AAAAAAAAA_g/1MpKzrOmWAo/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2963826748162914294</id><published>2011-10-14T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:53:52.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Event.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5663376650594526946'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MJE8TCv7om4/TphbDs_tpuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/XYpvmXGVDk0/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked duck &amp; Cheese platter. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's one of the event that I'm not really impressed with, but fortunately, has got good reviews from both customer and kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, between you and me, I realized why some people refused to take any opportunity to take a dip into management. Besides the fact that it literally drains you mentally and in my case, physically as well, there are times when I actually doubt myself. I'm not sure whether I can take the responsibility. Of course, more often than not, I would slap my face with a dildo every time I feel like backing out and do a few laps... Around the world(!) and get back to being Mr Número Uno. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, being 27(I've got two more mths, so shut up! -_-) and having only gathered a few years of experience under my belt, sometimes I question myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so awesome, Alfie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Queen's%20Rd,,Singapore%401.320481%2C103.809357&amp;z=10'&gt;Queen's Rd,,Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2963826748162914294?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2963826748162914294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2963826748162914294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/event.html' title='The Event.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MJE8TCv7om4/TphbDs_tpuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/XYpvmXGVDk0/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-9158621390324037252</id><published>2011-10-12T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:23:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toshiba. Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5662286562786805474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-97e6O4Vo_5g/TpR7oPdgBuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/JXC3IPHVWCY/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a gift. I can't recall how I got it, but I remember who I got it from. Like all good things must inevitably come to an end, so is the story of a fine lappie who had stood by me through the years. Late nights over at Sb Coronation, planning events for various locations, movie marathons with whoever wherever whenever and my best guide to all my porno. Lol!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thank you for getting me a tool that have given me entertainment and money for these couple of years. Totally appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looks like I'll be getting a Mac after all. Lol. Was browsing through some of the models earlier today, but having two laptops(one for home/office and the other for travel), it's completely absurd to have another one. But now, the situation has changed and I'm out of a home/office laptop/pc/ smth. Time to go shopping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my boss did hint to me about getting one for me this birthday, which let me remind you all is roughly 2 mths away!! Maybe I should wait. I love freebies anyway. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ms Ng is otw with toast! Lol. I absolutely love the luncheon meat sandwich at Hk Cafe. I can have it everyday. In fact, I'm pretty tempted to have it in the menu. Will sleep on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-9158621390324037252?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9158621390324037252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9158621390324037252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/toshiba-dead.html' title='Toshiba. Dead.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-97e6O4Vo_5g/TpR7oPdgBuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/JXC3IPHVWCY/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4319725067440592246</id><published>2011-10-11T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:14:49.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma season. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5662145091539520706'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FUmA71gz_XI/TpP69h_vTMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t3CScGbjFQs/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asthma season is here. It's such a chore breathing. And my chest all cramped from having to bring in air to my lungs. I went to work for about three hrs and I gave an excuse to go off a little earlier than usual. Meeting with supplier. Lol. I should have told them the truth but going back earlier because I'm sick, just sounds weak. Had to lie, a white lie. Heh. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not jogged for about a week now. I feel fat. Have to get well soon. :( miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4319725067440592246?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4319725067440592246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4319725067440592246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/asthma-season.html' title='Asthma season. :('/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FUmA71gz_XI/TpP69h_vTMI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t3CScGbjFQs/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4618340731647271421</id><published>2011-10-06T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:26:19.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5660246243921003314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZHmFdKQKDHM/To07-DYmgzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/V8VfUFB6Qls/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick isn't a trick at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all natural instincts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4618340731647271421?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4618340731647271421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4618340731647271421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-isnt-trick-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZHmFdKQKDHM/To07-DYmgzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/V8VfUFB6Qls/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5853913786454420196</id><published>2011-10-05T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:42:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5660033946520760962'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UIHj117kiwU/Tox64t8FsoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/5lOHYipdRn8/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two offers just came up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a risk taker, but I could do with extra cash for the extra comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5853913786454420196?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5853913786454420196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5853913786454420196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UIHj117kiwU/Tox64t8FsoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/5lOHYipdRn8/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6949209591941163828</id><published>2011-10-04T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:32:06.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Servicing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5659660186156022162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vEvnxbbNV4M/Tosm9AFAOZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UxKUtPcXlQ0/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit cards, servicing, shopping, dining, bills, fines... And it's not even a week yet. Lol. The more money you make.. The more you spend. So that only means one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make more money. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a shoot tomorrow over at the restaurant. Should be interesting. Have to get rid of eye bags. Sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6949209591941163828?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6949209591941163828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6949209591941163828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/servicing.html' title='Servicing.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vEvnxbbNV4M/Tosm9AFAOZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UxKUtPcXlQ0/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5398402287541373077</id><published>2011-10-03T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:05:02.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Tei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5658957334667516178'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-m1ib4k2mpxU/TointqPy2RI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/DQgbZlrxgZc/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5658957406877684786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZQClxkC2-hk/Toinx3QClDI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LoO4bvX5za4/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5658957419635735042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-497IfDkavfo/Toinymxy-gI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/IEyIK0ZLp_k/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5658957425207274434'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UhDmw_78-e4/Toiny7iJ68I/AAAAAAAAA-c/kUi5WxzyXkI/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night treat for Miss Ng and mua at Sushi Tei. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've got an ex to thank for opening up to Japanese food. &lt;br /&gt;Lol. Or I'd still be choking on wasabi and raw fish. Not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I've managed to pamper myself a little bit. Tomorrow, I've got to run to the bank to cash my cheque, I've got a date with autoback to service my car, repair my stove over at the restaurant and a birthday din din treat for dad over at our favorite place. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where's our favorite place, don't you? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5398402287541373077?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5398402287541373077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5398402287541373077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sushi-tei.html' title='Sushi Tei.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-m1ib4k2mpxU/TointqPy2RI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/DQgbZlrxgZc/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-617682046528466242</id><published>2011-09-29T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T01:56:52.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5657470988267925794'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R76QbSKpv3E/ToNf46bJsSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Or3qOtH1kfY/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the hint. I don't care anymore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush through nights off tonight. A little visit to the restaurant, rushed home, got my stuff, she came over to chill out for a bit, sent her home, bought rubbish and sped through traffic to get back to camp by 2200hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my live firing. Should be interesting. I've got three hrs of shut eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's bday is this Sunday. Decided that I should bring him over to the restaurant to have dinner. Cooked him a little special smth smth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-617682046528466242?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/617682046528466242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/617682046528466242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/hint.html' title='Hint'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R76QbSKpv3E/ToNf46bJsSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Or3qOtH1kfY/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8858028524067779872</id><published>2011-09-27T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:11:01.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5656717000142381618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aOKUV_Aw7n0/ToCyJBxmYjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/6FWFuqf7mg0/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In camp. I miss the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8858028524067779872?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8858028524067779872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8858028524067779872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aOKUV_Aw7n0/ToCyJBxmYjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/6FWFuqf7mg0/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2696715624847559793</id><published>2011-09-24T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:46:45.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5655906723500838690'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OV4_jEDZl34/Tn3RMuECzyI/AAAAAAAAA94/_gTW9eVCYlA/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto pilot mode all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating a few things, just needed to relax for a bit. Work's taxing and next week's reservist, used to hate it, seems like a little break from all of life's hectic needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to do the schedules for the kitchen and an upcoming event proposal for December. I've yet to start planning for Christmas, I'll use the whole of next week's lobo period to brainstorm smth. I know a few chefs in camp as well. Perhaps we could trade ideas. It'll be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2696715624847559793?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2696715624847559793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2696715624847559793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/monopoly.html' title='Monopoly.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OV4_jEDZl34/Tn3RMuECzyI/AAAAAAAAA94/_gTW9eVCYlA/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3496152862960861229</id><published>2011-09-21T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:41:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5654838557536785106'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-N0vruvNGc2I/TnoFtRwpktI/AAAAAAAAA9w/DGsOtLbXSTg/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='292' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything came out pretty good. The current position opened doors I never thought possible a few years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview yesterday, I felt like I needed to push myself further. It's a different game now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an offer to run another place tonight and I'm thinking of the possibility of running two places right now. The money will be excellent, but I'm not sure whether I'll be able to cope. Very tempting indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should the hell should I do? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that she's in bed, I'm gonna join my boss for a drink. Lol. Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3496152862960861229?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3496152862960861229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3496152862960861229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-N0vruvNGc2I/TnoFtRwpktI/AAAAAAAAA9w/DGsOtLbXSTg/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6184589696918612724</id><published>2011-09-19T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:38:41.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe del mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5654095504510104818'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-c7VwdAmqy0U/Tndh55h1NPI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LhX8UChiJuo/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard. Play hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole team took a break today. Had exquisite Japanese food at Vivo. And chilled at Cafe Del Mar the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efforts paid off and hopefully, my future events will give me the same satisfaction I've received from the past few events I've managed. More happy days, I hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Going to bed early tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6184589696918612724?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6184589696918612724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6184589696918612724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/cafe-del-mar.html' title='Cafe del mar'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-c7VwdAmqy0U/Tndh55h1NPI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LhX8UChiJuo/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8431186147339954058</id><published>2011-09-18T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:40:21.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5653384788484968578'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-quUrZMUBlWU/TnTbgyA-UII/AAAAAAAAA9g/bIcPx2-_3aA/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this dude over at my service side who's bloody irrit. He's so full of himself and such a social retard. I mean I understand that he's pretty intimidated by my presence and it's obvious that he knows who's the alpha male ard that restaurant, but... Bitch, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, baby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Toh%20tuck%20avenue&amp;z=10'&gt;Toh tuck avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8431186147339954058?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8431186147339954058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8431186147339954058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/heh.html' title='Heh?'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-quUrZMUBlWU/TnTbgyA-UII/AAAAAAAAA9g/bIcPx2-_3aA/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4572272112757364028</id><published>2011-09-16T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:23:40.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5652638322346896594'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NWvedAZlgRk/TnI0mu8_LNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/demvOhS62jc/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imported. But still fresh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Singapore has got good local produce. Things will be way, way better, plus since we're naturally fascinated by food, I think suppliers won't have a problem getting our support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's someone out there who keeps tab on my blog like every two hrs using an iPod touch. Lol. Who does that, serious? People still use IPod touch meh? Waste money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I miss her, I'm not sure yet. Actually, honestly, I would stop fooling ard(for a while, at least) and just settle down with her if she holds a slight possible existence of basic intelligence. And I'm not asking for much, enough for me to hold a decent conversation whenever I need to, in between the times when I'm not in between her legs. That's all I ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even asking for that friendly banter couples share. Just a decent conversation, that's all. Lol. Smth to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad, because she's got quite a rack. Seriously, i spend more time on her jugs more than talking to her. Just wished that her iq is as big as her bra size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Okay, mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Toh%20Tuck%20Avenue&amp;z=10'&gt;Toh Tuck Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4572272112757364028?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4572272112757364028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4572272112757364028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/engagement-event.html' title='Engagement Event'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NWvedAZlgRk/TnI0mu8_LNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/demvOhS62jc/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-9222335863907963352</id><published>2011-09-15T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:07:17.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon slabs fascination</title><content type='html'>The following pictures will offend some people who clearly do not understand the culinary aspects of what they're about to see, and if they are offended, they've always had the option to close this page and move on with their lives. Unfortunately, I am interesting and you would want to see what I've got in store, the how's, the why's and definitely the when. So here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5652262998020412994'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nzcUKlLUajY/TnDfP-4XVkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ym8WuB5W49Y/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss wasn't too excited about what I've decided to call the dish, but honestly, I find it cute and actually, quite suitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny on a pig. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-toasted Brioche with 180gm of mustard bacon slab and spiced aragula served mesclun salad and our home made mashed potatoes and mushroom sauce. And for those who do not enjoy the pork, well.. Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Because my friend, you're missing out on a huge flavor burst right there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dish was actually a tweak from what we previously had in the menu. The previous dish was lame and honestly, I felt a little embarrassed serving it out, I felt like it has got no place in the menu, but the boss insisted that we still have it, and trying to make do with the situation in the best way possible, I've given the whole dish a new makeover. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5652263008719874722'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CMMYg00SVRM/TnDfQmvUKqI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/A4Lt_BhxbWs/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='283' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deli-in-Hatched. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat and I were too tired the other day to figure out a good name, so ... Yeah. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given an upsize serving on the egg mayonnaise, even went all the way to change the recipe. From 60 grams of egg mayo to 120 grams of sinfully delightful mouth watering egg mayo, with chucks of charred smoked bacon slabs with red frisse and sides of veg and sauté potatoes. Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night itself, I got two servings, one for myself and one for my darlin, who enjoyed it so much she actually proposed. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;Fantastic, this is the 2nd time I've had that but this time around I murmured smth to myself and picked up my phone, started calling random people to quickly dodge the subject. Well played. And that night, the sex was totally livin la vida loca, I don't know what that means but I'm gonna stick to that for now. Yeap. Totally livin la vida loca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you know where to get a piece of the action. If you don't, it's probably deliberate, and it also clearly means I don't want to see you. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the hint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, sweethearts. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Dempsey&amp;z=10'&gt;Dempsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-9222335863907963352?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9222335863907963352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9222335863907963352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/bacon-slabs-fascination.html' title='Bacon slabs fascination'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nzcUKlLUajY/TnDfP-4XVkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ym8WuB5W49Y/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-407656823581618580</id><published>2011-09-14T06:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T06:22:05.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651973055169737314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mlGW2a7OIBQ/Tm_XjFl4smI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SvkFLAxeWt8/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-407656823581618580?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/407656823581618580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/407656823581618580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/bleagh.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mlGW2a7OIBQ/Tm_XjFl4smI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SvkFLAxeWt8/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-9016260901510669526</id><published>2011-09-14T06:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T06:15:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I did it - My way.</title><content type='html'>Ladies, I've been grumpy. I've been mean. I've disappeared for days, weeks, mths. I've thrown tantrums. I've been insensitive. I've been selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651898602113750514'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6YPNkBVJttQ/Tm-T1WWEVfI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AZ9lmlTFAUk/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651898613836752386'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YVNPjBbmEvw/Tm-T2CBDJgI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/aqAtOpjtWVg/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651898623042439314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aq9p45dxPFw/Tm-T2kT2yJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SeZp0JEfaUQ/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651898633102174034'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XMhUHfg-I0s/Tm-T3JySJ1I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/QtVUCDMv0qA/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651898642601177458'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OJP5FbH8X6c/Tm-T3tLBcXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DbcWHaGt1p8/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651898651379454482'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Kh3QzTkxzaE/Tm-T4N37UhI/AAAAAAAAA8g/E-zcefAb9Ro/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651971349608802002'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-dGThALJTN-0/Tm_V_z4eJtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lQsKxDiYbA8/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651971361066112098'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-B5u8hICTt9E/Tm_WAekG1GI/AAAAAAAAA8w/WzaN-CSZt7s/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651971369168179890'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PxzCHJMnrO4/Tm_WA8vykrI/AAAAAAAAA80/H4y-mFt2XwA/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651971374792143426'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6DEeiBCbnfg/Tm_WBRspckI/AAAAAAAAA84/Ubwg2KzOsow/s288/25.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651971383564884210'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bH1LUY9nztk/Tm_WByYO2PI/AAAAAAAAA88/ria8QSE-e1Q/s288/26.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='636' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I did it.... My way. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that work goes on auto pilot for the next few days, as I've got Weijie to run the show for a bit. Allows me to get some time to myself. To reflect on things for a bit. I've not been able to pay attention on my personal needs, but I've managed to have sex regularly... Yes, it's a skill. Alfie won't run dry on pussy. Lol. Okay, let's not jinx it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking about pussy. Despite the inability to remain attentive to  women, there's one whom I casually have a few drinks with once in a while, who always managed to get me... Wanting more. Of course, it's probably nothing. I'm not one who could care for another, they're all the same to me but this one kinda sticks out a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves me alone. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No texts. No calls. And then out of the blue, she texts me telling me that she's driving over and we ... Well, she's the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love, ladies. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life works in mysterious ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up with one thingy because I find her absolutely weird, plus my friends urged me to end it. She's a little too young. Lol. How young? 9 yrs. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun at first. Then, I got bored. Same old story. Yes, I've got issues. But it doesn't help that she keeps talking about ... Alright, so I wasn't paying attention. Come to think about it, I totally forgot what she usually talks about. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't wait to get this over and done with. I need to get Christmas ideas soon. The skeleton, at least. Gives more room to improvise. Exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-9016260901510669526?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9016260901510669526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/9016260901510669526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-i-did-it-my-way.html' title='And I did it - My way.'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6YPNkBVJttQ/Tm-T1WWEVfI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AZ9lmlTFAUk/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4099086324629112639</id><published>2011-09-13T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:42:21.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651514381545284434'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-n62cIomaI8c/Tm42YxMEo1I/AAAAAAAAA74/Vba4ODuGnfM/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651514397447215186'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1MVofUchIVI/Tm42ZsbY2FI/AAAAAAAAA78/Vs3jOnhBdCo/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651514409721570050'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UrVXqf_xycY/Tm42aaJ0owI/AAAAAAAAA8A/NLs1ViKHHnQ/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5651514418881234162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bTPnhPWRnq8/Tm42a8RqBPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/KH7K2J7FxfU/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old busy week, same as the week before and probably busier this week. I'm tired of saying it and you're probably tired of hearing it. Lol. And though, I'm pretty much used to the idea of being constantly on the rush of chasing deadlines and chaotic service, I've got to say that I love my work. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I love it so much, I'm planning to shift out to an apartment over at Newton to be closet to the restaurant. So I'll be five minutes away from what I truly love. Of course, it also doesn't hurt that I'll be closer to her as well. Lol. I've not really had a girl who lives in town before. Hmmm.. Wait. Maybe I did. Errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, emotional past few days, my brother(blood brother, same dad different mum) Mr Andrew James, texted me out of the blue and asked to meet. At first, I thought it was a prank.. I was out with Winnie at Old Town Coffee, was supposed to meet Nad, but had to rush off(so just in case you were wondering, phone died after that). Omg, I missed him so much, I nearly cried. I love my brother, so whatever happened in the past, let bygones be bygones and start afresh. It's never too late. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to a pub and fuck some chicks after that. Lol. Hmmm.. Okay, we went to a pub and had a few drinks. Then I went home and slept with a girl, who was already asleep. Girls are so adorable when they don't talk. :) hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, three hrs after I came back from that drinking session with my bro, had an email saying that my supplies(vital ingredients for my menu this week) ran out and I nearly had a panic attack. I called everyone I knew, even today, spent the whole day trying to find a solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I did. Thanks to some contacts I had from my kitchen friends from St Regis. Awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got totally wasted and brought someone home, she's a nice girl. We didn't do anything. I mean we didn't had breakfast. Lol!! Had to rush ordering and a visit to the fishery port. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Mr Augustine Pierre approached me on setting up his kitchen. Which I agreed after I saw his offer. That will commence on October, which is a good thing since I'm doing the Christmas menu, that tv thing and a week to the States next mth. Ample time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anniversary is here and I'm quite excited. :D let's hope it'll be a blast. I'm gonna sleep right now. Long day tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met Faiz and Ah Lin just now, she told me that my weight lost makes me look like a junkie. Lol. I agree. But it's work. What to do. Faiz is urging me to get married. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Perhaps, one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the next three years though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Woodlands%20Street%2041,Singapore,Singapore%401.428643%2C103.773457&amp;z=10'&gt;Woodlands Street 41,Singapore,Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4099086324629112639?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4099086324629112639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4099086324629112639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/hangover.html' title='The Hangover'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-n62cIomaI8c/Tm42YxMEo1I/AAAAAAAAA74/Vba4ODuGnfM/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-7125161444603003581</id><published>2011-09-11T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:20:03.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5650890184090274482'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-a79VsRx97l8/Tmv-rsdxSrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/eHMxXjPX9eA/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='400' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work. Sunday morning madness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5650890197791271714'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6bnGP5xE9Ok/Tmv-sfgV6yI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vEVx3Og9-RI/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's huggin the blueberry bircher. For now. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-7125161444603003581?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7125161444603003581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7125161444603003581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-a79VsRx97l8/Tmv-rsdxSrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/eHMxXjPX9eA/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4921033879325172418</id><published>2011-09-09T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:54:01.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5650033082206459730'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gkEXqtv-9wI/TmjzJzIfF1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/rQon8B6qr6w/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a day. I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staring at excel right now, but all I could about is the craze we're about to face next week. It's the restaurant's anniversary and along with that I've got a 48 pax event to execute two days before the anniversary menu comes in and honestly, I get a feeling, things are gonna get pretty intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we can look forward to the little cohesion to the USS on the following Monday but.. Not sure whether we'll just be too tired to have fun. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've gotta snooze. &lt;br /&gt;Scheduling and food cost can be done tomorrow. Too tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4921033879325172418?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4921033879325172418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4921033879325172418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/quite-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gkEXqtv-9wI/TmjzJzIfF1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/rQon8B6qr6w/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6774196531868024086</id><published>2011-09-07T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:08:32.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5Zxw6Pz8hg" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5Zxw6Pz8hg" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;!-- Fallback content --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5Zxw6Pz8hg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/K5Zxw6Pz8hg/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lol. The power of technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave earlier because ... Well, I wanted to have sex on a yacht. So had to leave my stock to one of the cooks at work to monitor its reduction. Eight hrs in the oven and he took a video of the result but it wasnt up to my liking so had to push it back in for another two more hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a little easier with an iPhone. I think iPhone users can't deny that. Anyways, off to tomorrow! Short nap and I'm ready to party! Woohoo!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6774196531868024086?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6774196531868024086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6774196531868024086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/youtube-video-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6450845227370439000</id><published>2011-09-07T06:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T06:15:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5649373631155385874'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hE9fgGkC6Lo/TmabYsh5thI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/SKyAkm4f4Ro/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='425' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5649373644536478738'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tHJ7qpZTtks/TmabZeYM_BI/AAAAAAAAA7c/r46g0pba8H4/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick entry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be hectic. I'm heading off to the restaurant a little earlier to get the stocks done. I'm off tomorrow and I can't afford to come down because of the franchising fare at   MBS, which I think will be an exciting experience. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora baked for me cookies, such a darling sister. Treats for the kitchen and I'm thinking of selling it at the restaurant. Still trying to figure out the strategy. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sure I'll be drowning myself with paper work later in the evening. Smth I'm not looking forward to but.. It's best to get it out of the way asap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, darlings and happy workin'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6450845227370439000?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6450845227370439000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6450845227370439000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/quick-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hE9fgGkC6Lo/TmabYsh5thI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/SKyAkm4f4Ro/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6936594283009908054</id><published>2011-09-05T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:23:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5648819061610880962'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WXC7N1qMBvo/TmSjAf_Fn8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/hquojhbhI1A/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sis has got baking hands, I know it's too soon to tell because I know quite a number of women who could bake, and about 9/10 &lt;b&gt;sucked&lt;/b&gt; at cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, her cookies and cakes are improving. Proud of that little worm. Lol. I love pastries. They make me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, heading out, Monday type people!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6936594283009908054?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6936594283009908054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6936594283009908054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-my-sis-has-got-baking-hands-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WXC7N1qMBvo/TmSjAf_Fn8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/hquojhbhI1A/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4475029825642385007</id><published>2011-09-03T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:35:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5648147208374287826'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VzS6XRgETwU/TmI_9fpDfdI/AAAAAAAAA7E/m9oktZ2MrAY/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5648147364874268978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HwVjxZMjSYs/TmJAGmpjsTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/YeSCo7LVVLw/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in natural flavors. I've always believed that a simple seasoning of salt and pepper would be sufficient enough to flatter most meat items,9 at most, a tablespoon of butter. And as for this dish, I returned to what I've always believed in with a simple Pan Fried Salmon Chunks served with Poached Eggs and Basil Lime Hollandaise(infused). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as simple as it gets, it sure brings about flavors that'll definitely put a smile on your face. It did on mine during the trial run food tasting held last Thursday. Just the way I imagined and perhaps, a little more as I never really knew how basil could compliment the other slightly subtle flavors. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget truffles, foie gras, that over priced beluga fish eggs and Kobe beef for a while. Let's explore the other simple dishes and perhaps, push the limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September will be a good month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4475029825642385007?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4475029825642385007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4475029825642385007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-cause.html' title='The Good Cause'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VzS6XRgETwU/TmI_9fpDfdI/AAAAAAAAA7E/m9oktZ2MrAY/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6474328968678439398</id><published>2011-09-03T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T02:29:00.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet French Toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5647789039557016194'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xwRyvmaQcFM/TmD6NU0j-oI/AAAAAAAAA64/uZz4vPefnBA/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet French toast Brioche with toasted walnuts and blueberry Sabayon. This dessert is inspired by Nicole and that time when I was in Thailand... My first crispy creme was in Thailand and the second one was when Nicole bought it for me at Terminal 3.. That donut's got a little &lt;i&gt;aphrodisiac thingy&lt;/i&gt; goin on. Because after that... We're like rabbits. Rabbits on drugs. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I know that this relationship that I have with my boss could become unhealthy if it's not handled with care and before the shit hits the fan, I'm gonna keep it cool for a bit. No, I'm not gay. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, my menu for the Anniversary was less than satisfactory. I know I could do better but after all the shit loads of work that has to be done in the kitchen, managing the team, burning my off days to attend to the kitchen's needs and whatever goes one after hrs, giving me just enough sleep to not faint in the kitchen, I drained all my energy and I just lost it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired most of the time. Women I go out with would just end up staring at me sleep wherever whenever. Browsing through recipes, I can't seem to decipher anything at all and what's worst, all these used to be plain simple English to me. 1/4 cup of half and half, half ounce sugar, medium peak meringue, deveined foie gras... Just staring at those words and I'm not really sure how they look like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty bad. I've pushed my mind and body to its limit. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty upset. Makes me have doubts about my current position. Power received and im just not .. Shining. :( sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, I'm pretty glad about the dishes I've came up with for the two events next mth. It's pretty classy. I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... Shut eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6474328968678439398?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6474328968678439398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6474328968678439398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweet-french-toast.html' title='Sweet French Toast'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xwRyvmaQcFM/TmD6NU0j-oI/AAAAAAAAA64/uZz4vPefnBA/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3575900720506353024</id><published>2011-09-01T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:49:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blardy Leak</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5647418906022915922'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3MV1jij1gg8/Tl-pkt9SL1I/AAAAAAAAA6w/uFmDmNlJdxQ/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over at her place because the ac in my room is leaking. Bah! Its so hard to sleep elsewhere, I miss my room and it's only the first night. -_- And I know I'm actually making a big mistake by sleeping over. We're supposed to take it easy. We're not supposed to fall for each other. Lol. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm that hood whose passion lies in the kitchen and though I make enough to get smth serious going on, I'm still far away from her parent's expectation of having a banker son-in-law. Lol. And what's worse is that she's going to Harvard next year. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down the wrong road again. But at least, (&lt;i&gt;thank god!&lt;/i&gt;) she's not another crazy girl I'm forced to sprint away from. It's different now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have definitely changed a lot. I wonder what's in store for me next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post photos of the anniversary menu soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3575900720506353024?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3575900720506353024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3575900720506353024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/blardy-leak.html' title='Blardy Leak'/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3MV1jij1gg8/Tl-pkt9SL1I/AAAAAAAAA6w/uFmDmNlJdxQ/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3826555607049819506</id><published>2011-09-01T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:02:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5646996152683293890'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KdThpg_yzWg/Tl4pFPCvbMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/N0Ngxyqsbos/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5647082171968379378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GTwPT868UmM/Tl53UN2d2fI/AAAAAAAAA6o/TEAk7CJooFI/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my iPhone casing. Lol. Anyways, Ms Ng found my old phone. She tried calling for the last time and some foreign worker picked it up. Lol. Two iPhones - one for work, one for play. :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I feel like I've started going out with the wrong type of women. Well... Actually, that's been going on for a couple of years but of late, numbers of incidents increased. And it's got nothing to do with looks but more of a personality issue, or... The lack of one to be exact. Maybe it's just me though, I do find women generally boring right after the "boom boom" time. Chauvinistic, but trust me, I have a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, though the situation bugs me enough to blog about it, I'm not sure whether I'm gonna do anything about it because they are nice to me. Like very nice. Lol. Hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Woodlands%20Street%2041,Singapore,Singapore%401.428900%2C103.773425&amp;z=10'&gt;Woodlands Street 41,Singapore,Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3826555607049819506?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3826555607049819506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3826555607049819506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-my-iphone-casing.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KdThpg_yzWg/Tl4pFPCvbMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/N0Ngxyqsbos/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1698213127598892841</id><published>2011-08-31T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:10:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5646991270754322722'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-icptQIf97lg/Tl4kpEcLCSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/y-Ey9VmIs7o/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='317' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/TheBlogAnecdote02#5646991289596427698'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zMu8gZ12Nf0/Tl4kqKoevbI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6LDPxuSosQA/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='568' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my iPhone casing!!!! Lol!! But it makes me nervous charging the shit because the whole thing is metal and you know me and switches. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. On his iPhone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1698213127598892841?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1698213127598892841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1698213127598892841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-my-iphone-casing-lol-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-icptQIf97lg/Tl4kpEcLCSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/y-Ey9VmIs7o/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6639374444087650784</id><published>2011-08-30T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:52:08.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5646600034932789426'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LosZka9dBlg/TlzA0JbgkLI/AAAAAAAAA54/bSIl0pO2WyQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='324' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5646600062635579554'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CxiO_aX6yzo/TlzA1woXmKI/AAAAAAAAA58/Pl454xIKOiQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='493' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible today. Actually, I expected a crowd, looking through the reservation, but I didn't expect that my staffing would fail. Hmmm... It's been quite a while since I've had complains about the food being late, so today... Was no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. We live, we learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few of my friends dropped by today. Cheryl, you are hot... I'm gonna attempt to get into yr pants again soon. Lol. Mark came down as well. It's been a while since I've met him and he gave me the strangest stare ever. Lol! Told me I've really matured and I look like a hunk now. I don't really know what he's talking about though. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've decided to help my cousin with some modeling work, plus I could use the extra cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna nap and head out later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6639374444087650784?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6639374444087650784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6639374444087650784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-was-terrible-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LosZka9dBlg/TlzA0JbgkLI/AAAAAAAAA54/bSIl0pO2WyQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-4284003168991214715</id><published>2011-08-29T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:38:11.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5646178998298660130'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Qp52XWm9wZc/TltB4lvczSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/MQuOygkDAzI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='324' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the team relaxing after the Sunday Brunch slam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how terrible the crowd will get or how things just screw up, I hope we will always end the day with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, didn't really have time to update. Yesterday, met Wo de ai ren at her place for a bit before I partied till 0600 hrs, ate supper/breakfast at some Thai place. Excellent food! Lol. Send Ning and friends home. Napped for two hrs. Cashed in cheque(woohoo!), paid bills(booo!!!!) and rushed to Bukit batok to get some pastries, send it to the restaurant, paperwork, bought some stuff for the kitchen, went to mustafa center for toiletries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna nap for a bit. Heading out with Ms Ng ;) for dinner and hopefully, enough time for a movie. Have to book seats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I lost my phone. But got myself a new one, this time ard a white iPhone 4. Lol. White isnt really me, but... Change is good once in a while. Get my number from Fb. ;) xoxox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfie did this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-4284003168991214715?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4284003168991214715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/4284003168991214715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/half-of-team-relaxing-after-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Qp52XWm9wZc/TltB4lvczSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/MQuOygkDAzI/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5875298382212139215</id><published>2011-08-24T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:21:23.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5644087309925510930'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XzsxTn9zxcg/TlPTgTVmbxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QOfXowc0h48/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='566' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being home. I miss sleeping. I miss watching movies off the net, playing my ps3, cleaning my MFR, bringing it out for a stroll, I miss bringing Booboo out for a stroll(!), I miss just lazing ard at home with whoever, whatever, whenever, I miss not hearing my phone ring. I miss not thinking about work. I miss being care free. Sigh. Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I get a feeling I'm gonna be in this state for, at least, another year. Nobody understands the pressure I'm going through right now and it doesn't help being tormented by the perfectionist in me. Every little hiccup upsets me so much that I can no longer control my emotions, I'm just too tired to attempt control. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that my boss's idea of making me feel better is to splurge on alcohol and all that nonsense right after I went through a ten hr day in the restaurant, dealing with suppliers, work plan for the chefs and cooks, trying to effectively execute the voting day and hari raya, photo taking schedules, events, new menus and service!!! Arrrggghhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax. Things will get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out, ladies. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5875298382212139215?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5875298382212139215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5875298382212139215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XzsxTn9zxcg/TlPTgTVmbxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QOfXowc0h48/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3186151661660377828</id><published>2011-08-23T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:56:55.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5644081006801874434'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Bpv6ddruxOs/TlPNxaX0bgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/JeER7MaQ8Cs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3186151661660377828?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3186151661660377828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3186151661660377828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/blogpressed-by-alfie.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Bpv6ddruxOs/TlPNxaX0bgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/JeER7MaQ8Cs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3130547800466002833</id><published>2011-08-23T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:31:06.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5644074347451965570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wUPFLKbdLN8/TlPHtyXE4II/AAAAAAAAA5Y/e7FVZeiHUfg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='566' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the call of duty. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss spending time at home. I miss just lazing ard, playing my ps3, watching movies off the net, with whoever, whenever whatever. Sigh. I miss sleeping. I miss not thinking about work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've not had an off day since the beginning of this year. I know you see me clubbing, eating at places and having fun all that but Honestly, I did what I had to do to achieve what I wanted to achieve. Working hard is never enough, the harsh reality. You have to be tactical and scheme yr way to the top. Fast, swift and most of all, it has been proved totally effective. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, sacrifices were made and unfortunately for my case right now, I'm the one suffering.  Presently, instead of just lazing around with my beloved flame of the moment, I have to drag my way to town for a couple of drinks. And this is after a ten hour in the restaurant, doing service, talking to new suppliers, going through work plan with the chefs and cooks for the three events this september, not to mention the actions taken to execute Hari Raya effectively and all that bull crap I have to absorb in day after day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that nobody said it was easy being head but ... Nobody told me it's gonna be this hard either. I am quite sad actually. I just hope that it pays off gradually. :( it was fun at first and of course, effectively made me numb to any form of undesired emotions but seriously,  at this rate, I can never be attached to anyone. I know she's upset and I'm gonna have to be selfish because at the end of it all, I'm gonna have the chance of being made partner. One day, what o achieve is shared with my family as well. RMy dreams of living comfortably is possible, but how much do I have to sacrifice? How much am I willing to sacrifice? Now, that's a good question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what keeps me going. &lt;br /&gt;The drive that takes over. The need to dress up right now, mingle with the bosses of all kinds of firms and businesses, the need to talk about work all the time, mapping out possibilities every second of every single day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;As a true opportunist, let me seize every moment like it's my last and hopefully, one day, I'll be able to park that 911 right in front of the restaurant. Brace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time. And this is mine.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3130547800466002833?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3130547800466002833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3130547800466002833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/beyond-call-of-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wUPFLKbdLN8/TlPHtyXE4II/AAAAAAAAA5Y/e7FVZeiHUfg/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-8679947438742144845</id><published>2011-08-19T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:10:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5642352695009514002'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Em83YQpeugE/Tk2p4bOCkhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/8hrFVVImoAM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='318' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan fried foie gras on ala orange chicken breast with lyonnaise potatoes and ratatouille. It looks damn rich and taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosive. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dishes I'm really proud of this year. :D yeay! Anyways, I've got two more days to come up with four more dishes for the anniversary, and fortunately, since the kitchen is pretty much on auto pilot with Weijie's promotion to CDP, finally.. I can be an executive chef and do some paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my ideas come to me in the middle of the night, randomly striking me when least expected and if I could, I'll scribble smth anywhere. I think she's got used to the idea of me jerkin myself awake in the morning to get smth down on paper. But that's what I have to do with a memory of a goldfish. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5642352708852157890'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wsamPVkMlCM/Tk2p5OyYjcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QAxmx03DU2c/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='637' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking pictures today. Lol. Will take more later with the team. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Friday, ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-8679947438742144845?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8679947438742144845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/8679947438742144845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/pan-fried-foie-gras-on-ala-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Em83YQpeugE/Tk2p4bOCkhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/8hrFVVImoAM/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5976808716100435701</id><published>2011-08-16T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:40:48.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5641123623514580370'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7EBp3WvdgKU/TklMDDGmpZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Fs1QqndkBXc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='637' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fhm. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5976808716100435701?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5976808716100435701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5976808716100435701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/fhm.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7EBp3WvdgKU/TklMDDGmpZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Fs1QqndkBXc/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2630423442489997629</id><published>2011-08-16T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:36:12.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5641121462909164354'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Q8jeUQeICRc/TklKFSOIW0I/AAAAAAAAA44/tSVom447DPo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='637' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay! We're on Fhm!!! :D belissimo!&lt;br /&gt;A little celebration last night right after work, I slept the whole day, only to get up and send my orders for tomorrow. Lazing in bed, silent my phone and she came over after work and lazed with me on my bed the whole night. Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5641121616572486114'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ngbXNaT7a3k/TklKOOqUkeI/AAAAAAAAA48/LBB0Qpd8NPo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='637' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time a gf cooked for me was... Noi. And that was like 7-8 yrs ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was dating a girl whose dad was a chef and brilliantly enough knew more about food than the regular dumbasses I went out with and she knows her way ard the kitchen as well. Unfortunately, she's weird and crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse is that, they seemed to be proud of it. Being ignorant and domestically useless are two qualities you should never be proud of. These are the most basic fundamentals that yr parents could teach you before letting you go spread yr legs. Lol. The basics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes along with the part that you have to wash yr ass everytime you take a shit, brushing yr teeth in every morning and night before you go to bed, cleaning yr room, doing yr laundry and learning how to feed yr own stomach!!!! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why do I ever need a girl around? I mean now that I have money and sex is available without the need to commit. Why on earth do I need a girl around? It's a chore. Like how sex could get after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a hot girl who can cook. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know hot girls don't come with brains. But I don't need brains in a woman, just skills. Sex and food, simple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2630423442489997629?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2630423442489997629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2630423442489997629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/yeay-were-on-fhm-d-belissimo-little.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Q8jeUQeICRc/TklKFSOIW0I/AAAAAAAAA44/tSVom447DPo/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1884046582351208792</id><published>2011-08-12T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:44:01.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5639977865697846786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LAf5KQA8obo/TkU5_Kn8ZgI/AAAAAAAAA4w/51Y32XV02A4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken fricasse with lyonnaise potatoes and seasonal veg. Seasonal veg is my way of saying that I'm physically and mentally worn out, totally overworked, extremely cranky and with all the drama at work right now, I'm not sure I want to use my precious recovery time thinking about what to serve aside the splendor I came up with as yr main. Lol. Exaggerated. It's also to keep the cost of the sides low and it allows us to be more flexible when the time needs us to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my proposal went through and I'm glad it has been approved. Definitely worth the late nights. Oh yeah, hers, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been missing a lot of Fridays lately and I deserve to have a break(despite knowing that it'll be a bitch to wake up in the morning), I'm heading to H.V for some alcohol. Yeap! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1884046582351208792?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1884046582351208792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1884046582351208792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/chicken-fricasse-with-lyonnaise.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LAf5KQA8obo/TkU5_Kn8ZgI/AAAAAAAAA4w/51Y32XV02A4/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-700409659302932669</id><published>2011-08-11T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:44:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5639609281768307970'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VimM69VkUog/TkPqwwfLvQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nkbydIXsTjI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='318' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the laptop screen for three hrs before giving up on how to please everyone. I am tired. Sometimes, procrastination would do me some good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-700409659302932669?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/700409659302932669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/700409659302932669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-stared-at-laptop-screen-for-three-hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VimM69VkUog/TkPqwwfLvQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nkbydIXsTjI/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-7365360004389912614</id><published>2011-08-11T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:29:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5639280623538519570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2uY33fdkysk/TkK_2VLBvhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/etqgDhMMjBs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='318' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5639280641886798258'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nwUHOyT0S7w/TkK_3ZhmQbI/AAAAAAAAA4c/of2vLzBGXLQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='318' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5639280652722774914'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_BJWavxRSJ4/TkK_4B5GI4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/IxiPW5sAKUU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='566' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild mushroom on truffle oil scrambled canapé. My starter for the engagement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms remind me of someone I used to be pretty fond of. She goes crazy for mushrooms. Enoki especially. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was creating this dish, I can't help but reminisce a little bit. Not excessively that it would create discomfort for myself but just enough to smile. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hectic day and, still pondering about the mushrooms and yeah, mushrooms=her, I browsed through old photos and I came to two conclusions. I barely recognized the guy beside her and she looked better when she was with that guy beside her. Never failed to smile radiantly not a care in the world, but I guess that faded and now, pretty much jaded, I guess she had to do what she had to do. Actually, I'm not sure what she's doing. Never managed to keep track, didn't know how to. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, the ripples led me here and everything seems to happen for a reason. And though work sucks every bit of my life right now, I'm pretty sure in time, things will work out just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is time anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-7365360004389912614?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7365360004389912614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/7365360004389912614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/wild-mushroom-on-truffle-oil-scrambled.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2uY33fdkysk/TkK_2VLBvhI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/etqgDhMMjBs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1213376649896272891</id><published>2011-08-10T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:35:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5638926760720072898'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vGnXpLaaDoc/TkF-AzcqAMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7s4ygcHK0Ys/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='566' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle scars from National Day's chaotic service hours. Lol. The funny thing was when I was burning myself(lol!) with that poached egg, while I was screaming and laughing at the same time(yeah, I am easily amused), you should've seen the looks on the cooks' faces btw, all I could think about is what was said to me yesternight when I was chatting with Audrey(she loves astronomy and all that space, universe thingy, I find it cute) over at her place when she told me smth really random, but it kinda hit me subconsciously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what true today is not necessarily true tomorrow. The universe must change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Such a sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1213376649896272891?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1213376649896272891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1213376649896272891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/battle-scars-from-national-days-chaotic.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vGnXpLaaDoc/TkF-AzcqAMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7s4ygcHK0Ys/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-5667924827705172647</id><published>2011-08-08T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:16:21.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5638411500054504402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Uo8jtRYxTdM/Tj-pYr4549I/AAAAAAAAA4I/a12_JUt_7MY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='318' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I got bored while waiting for her to shower, so I snapped a random picture and glanced through the rubbish in my phone. Mostly pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's about choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dated a few chinese girls in the past and even more for the past year, due to .. Well, a change of preference perhaps. So much so, I can't really see myself with a Malay girl anymore. Nothing wrong with Malay girls, I just prefer to date someone out of my comfort zone. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing serious going on right now, I can't afford to spend time with someone and having to shove work aside, especially during these crucial times. I don't want to be placed in a position where I have to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I don't allow myself a bit of fun. I know how and when to have it   , and when to cut back and drown myself with work. It takes time to know how to do that, and I wish that I've got someone to thank but.. Life's about choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, it has always been my choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god and thank you, Alfie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-5667924827705172647?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5667924827705172647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/5667924827705172647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Uo8jtRYxTdM/Tj-pYr4549I/AAAAAAAAA4I/a12_JUt_7MY/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2091904824592036892</id><published>2011-08-06T05:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T05:49:42.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. What have I gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2091904824592036892?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2091904824592036892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2091904824592036892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-2790292506971298962</id><published>2011-08-06T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:30:18.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5637425532589493058'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kduJer9-P8E/Tjwop022y0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/wjALr8VQQ94/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='701' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazing ard on my bed right after work and fetched Celin from her place. She was browsing through this wedding magazine(and trust me, I was trying so hard not to get freaked out), showed me a nice cottage kitchen like the one above. It looks nice and dandy, but seriously, parquet floors for kitchen? Cupboard right above the work space and it looks empty. I told her my ideal kitchen, and it belongs to me(of course), she wouldn't be able to touch my knives, pots, pans and machine without professional supervision(me!) would all be black or stainless steel. :) She can design the rest of the house. The kitchen is mine. :) Thats where my dinner parties will be held, food tasting and of course, my work will take place 80% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't too happy with the arrangement, but it's not as if I'm gonna marry her. Lol. I'm not sure why she's bothered at all. Even when she knows that someone else was lying exactly where she lying less than 12 hrs ago. It's funny that she's more bothered by the kitchen. Bloody feminist. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's fantastic right now. Tired and hectic, but I dunno. I'm quite contented with what I have and the direction I'm heading right now. Women will remain as accessories for a little while longer, there's no need to rush on that. Friends are absolutely crazy, partying on most nights. Family's doin well, a little worried every now and then about my current relationships with women, they're trying to figure out what's going on. Lol. The truth is.. There's no rules to the game, baby. Whatever works. The time will come, maybe it won't. Who cares. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-2790292506971298962?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2790292506971298962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/2790292506971298962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-lazing-ard-on-my-bed-right-after.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kduJer9-P8E/Tjwop022y0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/wjALr8VQQ94/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-3200117962286892555</id><published>2011-08-04T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:47:24.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5636672309480690834'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xzI46DIktTI/Tjl7meHglJI/AAAAAAAAA34/mRTRb51-pUU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='393' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we do get ahead of ourselves and that could cause problems. And when problems occur, instead of brooding about it, why not use that focus on recovery? Fuck the problem, what's the solution? I know it's easier said than done when we are human afterall and at times, it may be a little challenging to control our emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's where I come along. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional rubbish are for the after hours.  Late night @ Bar Bar, you can pour out yr shit. But if you're in my kitchen, you bloody well behave yrself. I've never let my personal issues get in the way of work, and if I can do it, you better do it as well. There's no compromise here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-3200117962286892555?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3200117962286892555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/3200117962286892555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-we-do-get-ahead-of-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xzI46DIktTI/Tjl7meHglJI/AAAAAAAAA34/mRTRb51-pUU/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-1687017182223306571</id><published>2011-08-03T03:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T03:59:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5636350808453154242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-i-VCfGw4_go/TjhXMpdWBcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/J-SEt6OyHPE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='566' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's pretty obvious that our Mongoose didn't fast today. I think it's completely futile since he'll be handling pork all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the exhaustion continues with the boss coming up to me today, asking me for a new menu for the anniversary and Mat the marketeer asking me what's my plans. And this was right after a morning Tuesday slam, with slight alteration done to the kitchen, damn ordering for tomorrow and the bloody part that our part timer backed out for good. Fuckin sonavabitch. Lol. And yeah, we're looking for waitresses as well which I think the gf will be volunteering soon. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home ard six, had dinner with the family and took a nap till 2330hrs when Bk told me that my boss told me to go to his place, which I did and just came home, barely enough to get two hrs of shut eye and back to work. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading home in the afternoon for a bit to get my shit done, but I'll be headin back to the restaurant in the evening for photo taking and some run through regards to the new menu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-1687017182223306571?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1687017182223306571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/1687017182223306571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-its-pretty-obvious-that-our-mongoose.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-i-VCfGw4_go/TjhXMpdWBcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/J-SEt6OyHPE/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567909344778930608.post-6272910888262652022</id><published>2011-08-02T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:31:56.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/silkstuy/MyIphoneBlogging02#5635957075802662066'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--uYHpQhPbxw/TjbxGZCRJLI/AAAAAAAAA3o/c0P-03CTdxE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='425' height='566' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a day just isn't enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cam home at around 0600hrs on Monday morning, slightly intoxicated and it's quite amazing how I could still drive around and sent her home. But I did it, failed to wake up by 1200hrs and snoozed till 1600hrs, with 56 missed calls from the world and loads of whatapps and texts, rushed through my orders for tomorrow, showered and left home to fetch the cooks for late lunch over at my favourite chicken rice stall over at marsiling(brought a lot of fond memories, btw), went to Toa Payoh to get containers for the kitchen and ToTTs for the restaurant. Literally rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a slightly calmer dinner at Jln Besar's scissor cut rice. After which the rush comes again, laundry, fetched her from her home to my place, emailed the schedules, meat flow charts and prep list... I got to find a better way to manage my time. This is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and sleepy and I've got to wake up in two hrs. Fantastic. -_-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• blogpressed by Alfie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567909344778930608-6272910888262652022?l=silkstuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6272910888262652022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567909344778930608/posts/default/6272910888262652022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silkstuy.blogspot.com/2011/08/seriously-day-just-isnt-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>SilkStuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498222070431744494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e224/Silkstuy/Treat%20Pix/ToiletSign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--uYHpQhPbxw/TjbxGZCRJLI/AAAAAAAAA3o/c0P-03CTdxE/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
