Master Chef

rare or medium rare? that is the question. for many years, since the shakespearean times, this question has continually besieged us with unrelentless fury. However, i belive that on this day, 18/12/09, i, Lim MasterChef QiHao, have successfully taken apart this befuddling conundrum, seized it by its roots and achieved the key to its secrets.

today, my search for this secret that had constantly eluded my grasp brought me to bestway building, where i dined with my hombres. it was during this casual fellowship that i saw the light at the end of the tunnel. while i was preparing my signature butter veg, i caught a glimpse of my helpless friends attempting to cook their beef successfully from the corner of my eye. being the ever-friendly and helpful, cute, handsome and downright sexy man that i am, i sprung to their rescue in a bid to cook the perfect piece of beef and the rest, my friends, is history.

to celebrate my success, we partook in the customary "karaoke" and indulgence in the sacred ancient dish of frozen products that the lactose intolerant are unable to partake of, or in other words, iced-cream.

However, i'm come to realise a recurring vice that i am constantly faced with is going to cost my untimely demise sooner or later. As the night grew old and we partied our lives away, i suddenly realised that i was alone, and that my friends had left be for dead as i was too busy staring. Yes staring, not at anything or anyone. just staring.

So here i am, the greater master chef lim, lying at the side of a deserted alleyway, helplessly ambushed by a bunch of pink leprechauns who mistook my buttered vegetables for gold. As my life slowly seeps away from me, i have nought but one last regret--that magical pack of marlboro green that i will never taste.