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This, my friend, is a "chef" who will try his best to sleep or go out for a smoke whenever he is not doing absolutely nothing in the kitchen. He is the type of person who will argue that he is very busy - too busy in fact, to just look up from his usual peripherals to search for the 1/6 pan of croutons that I baked for his station and placed on the shelf right above his fat head. Instead, he is somebody who would step out of the kitchen and into my cold kitchen to ask me to use my batch of croutons for his soup.
On top of this very recurring scenario, this chef also likes to activate what we Singaporeans coin as "Eye Power". Like for example, when I was cleaning out the fridge that we shared, all he did was stand next to me, ask me what I was doing, and then continue to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide in the same spot that he arrived in to annoy the fuck out of me.
Did I mention that this chef eats and drinks sugared drinks in copious amounts as well? Not that I mind, but I do when one lumbers out of the kitchen to demand for a cake that I baked for everyone to share when it wasn't even ready yet. Okay, all he said was, "WHERE'S THE CAKE?" But now, imagine it being said in a slow and dull, yet demanding voice. Honestly, I don't think he would've died if he didn't eat my lemon cake. In fact, I don't think he'd even die of starvation if he didn't eat anything for 20 days.
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