So recently my hands were aching to get burned by the ovens or probably dirty from messy frosting and mm, alot of washing and cleaning of the kitchen, I have since baked a chocolate mousse tart, banana cake, and made some tiramisu. They weren't all too wild woah, but pretty decent and edible. Probably a non taster would have said it's good.... & a super taster would say its ugh-eww or it's okay ... 

So anyway I digged out a few books I bought from the mouldy book collection stashed away in my cupboards. 

& I found Heston Blumental: In Search of Perfection! 



He really looks like a scientist in a kitchen, don't you think? 

Some of you may have heard of him if you follow abit of food news or watched Kitchen Chemistry. & some of you may know about The Fat Duck restaurant, a three michelin star restaurant! You may be shocked to find out that in 1995, he bought a 450-year-old pub in Bray. It was small, with an impossibly cramped kitchen, only one door, no view, an outside toilet, it was pretty much all he could afford actually! And his restaurant's kitchen oven exploded on the second day of his restaurant opening. .... But now, today, I remember my lecturer telling me that you have to make at least 2 month's in advance reservations and it takes up to four hours for the tasting menu! And you must be thinking, fine-dining, small portions of food .. yes you are right so far.. BUT there's no dress code for the restaurant at all! Anyway, this is what I found on the internet! Would anyone pretty please buy me the book, The Big Fat Duck Cookbook. I'd love to know the entire restaurant story! 

Alright now, I'm gonna dig into the book!

Be back soon.

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I guess, like everyone else is asking for, 48hours a day. 

I was talking to my brother awhile ago about insurance, bank accounts, investments and quite a lot of other things you quite need to know as you are growing up. I don't know for you at your age, but I guess I'm into my early twos and I feel a sudden huge need to know about these things. Because I very much like to have a future with someone, not that I don't know who the person is... But I just very much want to be able to take care of myself now.. and say 8 years from now, I'm actually able to take care of my own home and family. I guess I'm already quite late, and actually alot of other people have already had their head start in planning for their future and family. 

I guess we were all made this way, especially in our very stable but fast paced societal patterns in Singapore. We all know we cannot lack behind, we must always try to move along with the pack, move along or even take a much bigger leap with/than the peers. And our parents have worked thus hard to provide such comfortable and worry-less living conditions for us that when we grow and have our own homes in future, it cannot be, and i must stress on this. 'It cannot be less inferior than what we have now.' Because in all of us, we always want to be better, and provide even much more for the kids, more than what we have as kids when we look back into old times. 

As I was busy scribbling in my black moleskin, my thoughts were struggling to stay focused. The links in a mindmaps couldn't stop co-jointing themselves.. and they were all linked to this very special person. Like I want to grasp hold of every detail that I can and absorb and make things work so that I know.. 'Okay, no issue, we've got everything covered for.'

Ugh, I just wish I had more control over my own head. 
Period.

 

Mark Feuerstein as a young emergency room doctor who, after being wrongly blamed for an important patient's death, moves to the Hamptons and becomes a reluctant "doctor for hire" to the rich and famous. When the administrator of the local hospital asks him to treat the town's less fortunate, he finds himself walking the line between doing well for himself and doing good for others. The series is based in part on actual concierge medicine practices of independent doctors and companies. -Wikipedia

The real staging test is this weekend, oh dear lord. I'm not saying much, but I'd give it my all. >:O

I kinda can't wait for school to start, start getting the hang of studying again, and incorporating training and perhaps a part time job in as well! I can't wait to get school's acceptance letter somehow, (keepin' my fingers cross). 

There's quite a couple of things going on this weekend! Okay.. Not too many. But two very important events. 

1. 2k Staging Test
2. Men's Division 1 Basketball Finals: SAFSA VS SIGLAP

Oh dear god, let us have a super great weekend! 

To a friend who is trying to quit smoking real badly, I just hope one day willpower strikes you really hard, and you just stop. Whatever it is, whether you endure through the day without a stick, and you just sneak to buy yourself another packet of cigarettes, i'm going to say it's okay. I just want you to NEVER STOP TRYING. Day 1, you can't kick it, you go out to buy some stash. Day 2, you try again and it sucks like hell, and you succumb and you open the box and empty that stick... It's okay. I just hope it just keeps going on... I know one day you'd stop all these poison sucking. I just know... Just never stop trying please dear. :( 

C'mon, you can do this cold turkey. 

I've got your back! 

Oh yes, thursday going onto friday. No, it's friday already! >:O While the weekends spells a sigh of relief and sleep-in weekends for most people, I am going to drag myself out of bed at four thirty and yes... leave the house at 5:15am. 

Saturday's like the hell day of my week. The 'monday blue' of my week, as with mondays are dreadful for everyone. Yes, rowing, yes. Not that I hate rowing on Saturdays, but my lungs are just not up to standard, neither are my lats, quads, glutes, tri, biceps and whatever ceps' you call em'. But I know with every saturday, I am becoming stronger, if i pull through trainings. So there's something really exciting going on this Saturday. Wait. Exciting is not the word. Exhausting, lung petrifying! Ugh. 2k Ergometer test. 7:46minutes. 1:55 splits. 28 for stroke rate. 
It's like pure hard pulls and very heavy breathing, confused breathing somewhere into the 4th minute or something. It's gonna be my first 2k ergo test, oh what the hell gwen. I give myself this saturday to achieve a timing, and if I don't' hit it. If by the 2nd ergo test, I don't get even a C3 timing, i'd kick myself out of the team. I should, :( 

It's not really going to happen.

Because I am going to hit C3 or better. 

So I spend thursday with a bunch of lovely people and I know we are going to see alot of one another. Like, really often. But I like how they remind me of happiness and how comfortable can hanging out be again. Thank you! Especially when you do not need to hold anything back, you can fart whenever you want, how loud or how smelly it can get. You can eat like a cow, and not worry about a thing. I think if these hangouts are absent and when rowing picks up its intensity, i'd probably just lose myself and my happy mental. Rowing sucks the hell out of you sometimes that you spend alot of time alone fighting in your boat(s), that you pretty much think that spending time alone whether fighting or on cloud 9 is actually normal. No, it's not. I hope hangouts will still be there when school and rowing picks up, and if i get a car soon. I cannot go out and galavant. Hahaha, galavant. With the obscure foodstalls or whatever ... I know I'd visit every stall that sells yogurt. ;) 

Oh yea, back to 'can you sleep without the sheets?' I never really thought i was such a frisky little annoying sleeper. Until yesterday. Apparently my sheets, okay blanket, got kicked away or it miraculously just drew itself to the floors. I get so annoyed when I don't have the sheets over me, I feel ... cold! Not-a-very-nice-feeling-you-know. I woke up as such a retarded angsty girl! I mean... it feels really warm and nice and fuzzy with the sheets. I know, you must be going, 'Why don't you just off the aircon then.' NO! It's not that... it's just nice having something to wrap around you. I know if i do switch off the chill machine, i'll still have the sheets over me. Maybe not up to my neck... half. Half leg, half hand, whatever you can imagine. I just love having something around me... Maybe it just reflects reality as well. I really enjoy hugs. :) Anyway ... so can you sleep without the sheets? 

I guess I haven't been here for quite awhile. Awhile ... Quite an understatement! 

Life's been okay, better I would say, so there's not too much to fuss about. Maybe I need to fuss about my endurance and strength, yes these two altogether. I hate endurance, endurance is like my nemesis or some sort! >:( But I love rowing, so I guess endurance would soon become my best friend. Like how diamonds are a girl's best friend. I'm glad rowing came into my life, well I wished it was earlier. But better late than never as the saying goes! I like how it pulls me out of bed at probably when the whole neighbourhood is still fast asleep just to catch my first bus. And it doesn't really help that catching the first bus can only get me to training right just on time! There goes half an hour before warm ups... Warming up the head & body for rowing is .... Let's just say I need it like I need to sneeze when my nose is itchy or tickling. Hmm, bad description. But whatever it is, rowing and waking up and getting to training has taught me to warm and get my head into the game faster. Wait, not the game. The boat you mean. 

Wait ... It's 2:28am. 
I'll be back. 

 That emotional baggage that I don't know how I can quite carry, I guess nothing can quite happen if I sutterly disappear.