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This is a very interesting analysis for readers who also pack their lunches to work. Hi there! So do I. 🙂

The Shy Comedian

Since starting my full time job in an office environment, I have found myself wondering what people think about my lunches. That sentence may sound odd, but I judge the shit out of people based on their lunches. Tell me that you wouldn’t think anything different of a coworker if they were in the break room kitchen taking a peanut butter and tuna salad sandwich out of the microwave and then poured A1 steak sauce on top of it. That’s right, don’t think your better then me.

So anyway, I’ve begun to see my lunch in the way a judgmental person would. It’s honestly become kind of fun.

Frozen Meal:

I hate to say it, but honestly, who doesn’t feel a little sad when they’re microwaving a frozen meal. Well, unless it’s one of those Kid Cuisines with the kickass desserts. You know what I’m talking about:

Honestly, if I found someone…

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I ought to hit the showers for the night. Instead, here I am, composing another blog post.

Speaking of schedules, The Gates (another one of those pseudo-supernatural vampire series I swore never to catch unless it could match True Blood‘s standards. Then again, True Blood kind of lost me so I’m back to watching any drama on free-to-air Channel 5. Furthermore, HBO Asia costs $12.84, GST included on Starhub TV, subjected to local broadcasting censorship. I’ll pass.) by the end of this sentence would start in 2 minutes. Basically, the series is based on a gated community which harbours plenty of secrets. Throw in a conflicted policeman, confused vampires, wild rule-bound werewolves and bewitching potion laden teas and you’ve got yourself another drama that questions the viability of co-existence between the living, living dead and hyper-living (werewolves). So if you are looking for a less raunchy spin on supernatural, tune into The Gates.

Teeny sidetrack: I’ll settle for True Blood’s season four. Talk about a very pale and lost Eric trudging about Bon Temps in the middle of the night… I see an adaptation of my favourite installment in the book series: Club Dead!

If you’re into mild gore, watch Fear Itself. I’m surprised Channel 5 allows for a scene whereby an arm was lopped off by a very angry werewolf. Maybe that’s why it airs every Saturday night at 11; though I’m sure young kids are night owls as well.

When it comes to horror series, Fact or Fiction triumphs. The concept of guessing whether or not the stories are real or fictional is truly chilling. I vaguely remember a story about a grandma who was a red-eyed demon despite repeatedly telling her grandson that the red-eyed monster he sees every night is merely a nightmare. I ended up having sleepless nights.

Right now, no supernatural dramas pique my interest like how Supernatural and Vampire Diaries do. Oh come on, bromance… ‘Nuff said.

Oh, Vampire Diaries also has a winning soundtrack. I now own 125 songs from the first season. If you’re into modern Indie and Alternative rock, it’s aligned to your groove. Time is a runaway. Nights for now!

Embarrassingly enough, when this song first hit the local airwaves I was convinced it was a new single from The Script. It was only when I watched the music video was my jaw was grazing the floor and I went, “Oh.”

Further research later, I found out this song was originally recorded by The Script and due for a Japanese release of The Script and a B-side track of their We Cry single. God, no wonder the similarities in style of composure and background beats!

What a fool I can be.

Anyway, Kris has, admittedly, some Danny O’Donoghue husky vocals going on which made the tune bear semblance to The Script‘s rendition:

If you must ask for my opinion, The Script beats Kris‘s rendition hands-down as Danny O’Donoghue has a huskiness of honeycombs. Bring on my biscuits and English tea!

Alright, back to the music video. It starts with a dull, blueish-grey tint which is comparable to Timbaland’s Morning After Dark and CSI:NY episodes. Frankly realistic and hard-hitting. If said hue is to channel a ‘death’ vibe, by golly it was working somehow.

Also, the junkyard setting is oh-so-reminiscent of Berlin’s Take My Breath Away:

It’s the work of the draping plastic sheets, that’s why. (As I speak, I am having weird thoughts about Dexter Morgan’s rituals…)

Kaboom! In one flip of a switch, Kris powers up a larger-than-life countdown clock. As the seconds tick by at light speed, he ends up strumming the guitar, smashing his fingers on the piano keys, strumming the guitar then smashing his fingers on the piano keys…

Eventually, dawn approaches and he shoves his mic stand aside to join the rest of the junk in the scrapyard. Goodbye useless piece of upright metal. It is sunrise and boy is Kris going to embrace it. Walking into the brand new day, the video comes to a close.

Final comments:

The concept for the music video comes as a great surprise, especially when it stars Kris Allen. I expected the setting to be simply Allen with a guitar in tow by some hilly countryside. Nothing prepared me for a flare welding Allen and a junkyard. For that, I praise the creative directors of the video for not conceptualizing a friendly and familiar setting, much akin to Kris’s boy-next-door vibe, to fit the already radio-friendliness of the song. Brilliant.

However, the idea of a digital clock is soon to be over-utilized as it was first seen in Madonna and Justin Timberlake’s 4 Minutes and now in upcoming Korean sensation 4 Minutes’ Hot Issue videos. Galactic with a cutting edginess to it no doubt, but at the end of the day, you don’t want to be accused of “recycling”.

In sum, this video deserves a 3.9/5; as saved by the clever use of Math in the lyrics: “We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away…”

Timbaland’s Morning After Dark versus If We Ever Meet Again: It is the battle of the elusive plots!

If there is anything I am able to appreciate fully and capably, they’re music videos with a storyline. However, there will always be the sure fire winners like Shane Ward’s No Promises, and then there are the initially born winners to misguided losers. Gladly, in the case of Timbaland’s two recent videos Morning After Dark and If We Ever Meet Again, there are the mind-blowing songs to deflect any negative feelings and scalp scratching moments you may ever have.

Let the chow down begin!

First up, Timbaland’s Morning After Dark:

Recently, there has been a slew of supernatural-themed TV series (True Blood, The Vampire Diaries) and movies (The Wolfman, Twilight, Twilight: New Moon, Cirque Du Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant), even music videos (Backstreet Boys’ Straight Through My Heart); so much so you can’t help but think those Interview With The Vampire days have been given a new lease of life, modernised in every way possible. Good thing all the abovementioned productions all have sense knocked into them. Now, what sets Timbaland’s Morning After Dark music video apart?

Seemingly meaningful lyrics with a virtually meaningless plot.

Ok, girl exits home and she is instantaneously sniffed out by supernatural beings (I’m guessing vampires) who wants her life. Why? No idea. Maybe she has some spectacular power like Sookie Stackhouse, the kind where vampires and ghouls wish to exploit? Erm.

That’s not all. Timbaland and his posse, Nelly Furtado and SoShy pops out in a kitchen and metro respectively. Apparently, they are her guardians. Who are they exactly? No idea either. I mean, are they werewolves, cats, lizards or whatever being that took over MJ in his Thriller video?

Perplexing I say, perplexing.

Secondly, girl and get-up. Doesn’t it look a tad bit Nelly Furtado-ish? I can’t put my finger on which Nelly Furtado look she is going for, but it looks like one from her I’m Like A Bird days. Furthermore, with the dark hair, it was no wonder that I did a double take at her before decidedly affirming that she is not Nelly Furtado (she wasn’t singing).

When Nelly did appear in the video, I was even more appalled for all the wrong reasons. One, I could not make out what in the world she was singing about due to her voice being heavily synthesized. Two, her voice was downright annoyingly screechy thanks to the synthesizing. Three, what is a gorgeous looking lady doing in a kitchen?!

Someone jump out with the big ending reveal please.

Ah… So said Nelly look-alike was making her way to a date. Some club it is… there he is! Hello date. They dance for awhile then the camera flashes to a ferocious dance circle and hello scary sister. A woman in fire hydrant red lipstick stares the girl down in absolute distaste for her inappropriate club outfit a bloodthirsty fashion on the dancefloor, the girl is instantly spooked and leaves her date pronto. Out of the club, out of sight.

Meanwhile, our singing duo (SoShy and Timbaland) AKA protectors of unknown girl stand by grooving and taking in the scene. She’s leaving? Oh! Let’s proceed to the back alley way and continue singing. Never mind about Nelly, she’ll finish the dishes then join us for drinks later.

More dancing by SoShy and face contortion by Timbaland later, the girl briskly walks to a fountain and flashback to the time when she was hanging out by the bar and the bloodthirsty girl on the dancefloor and her pendant. Soon, the same pendant design is imprinted on the girl by the fountain. Lo and behold, she is a…

Cult member? Born vampire/werewolf? Drug addict on hallucinogens?

Whatever the reason, the plot made even less sense after the grand ending. If there was ever one, to begin with.

(To date, Morning After Dark has over 4 million views on Youtube. I wonder how many of them are as confused as I am…)

Next on the chopping block, Timbaland’s If We Ever Meet Again:

A demure beginning; promising, promising. Cue music and all eyes on the abstract artwork. Oh, man and woman. I wonder where that leads to…

Turns out, she stole the artwork, displayed it at her apartment then attends a wedding or luncheon goodness knows as all focus was on the couple. She meets him again and pretty much reads his mind about him snagging an old lady’s gem (ruby?)  necklace. The poor elderly folk runs to the balcony and gestures wildly at her bare neck while hysterically screaming, “Someone has stolen my necklace!”

Now, this part I only caught after watching the clip for the 10th time, where he places the stolen necklace in a drawer. Her drawer. Apparently, he too broke into her home and deposited his stolen treasures at her place. What, are they just clever thieves or exes? Do they already know each other?!

Later, girl tiptoes into the same gallery where she has stolen their abstract artwork from and goes on to steal a golden globe. The gallery manager is one tiptoe too late but is alerted of the theft anyhow. He rings up the police and the law caught up with the man instead, who for god knows why was parked outside the gallery.

Moon gazing maybe?

She, just in time to watch him being interrogated by the police outside the gallery, engages in some deep thought then turns back to return the stolen golden globe. Erm, where’s the gallery whoever in charge? Isn’t he supposed to be by the exhibit of the stolen artifact or close by to wait for the police? She blatantly waltzed in and out of the gallery as if he gave her a key to their back door.

Security fail.

Oh, seems like their local newspaper has reported about the stolen painting and the police begins their probe on the matter. Starting with, the man. Don’t know why he was suspected (fingerprints from the necklace theft?) but they retain him for some time before Little Miss Globe Stealer said something to the authorities to make them change their minds.

Eventually, he is released and the pair reunites on the streets.

Yes yes, I see it already. If we ever meet again right. A song about coincidences and mistaken identities. Ah, insightful.

As for the conclusion, I believe the song is transitioning to another one? Explaining the sudden change in tempo and lyrics. For the break-in, hmmm, a conspiracy on the side of the authorities to raid her apartment without a search warrant? Heaven knows. All I know is that it was a lousy round-up of the story and if more than anything, it explained nothing.

Major plus points in the video? Mesmerising Katy Perry in a Waking Up In Vegas inspired white suit (Elvis much!) and Timbaland in a trench coat.

Other than that, If We Ever Meet Again falls face flat next to Morning After Dark in plot development.

You have a horrible boyfriend and you need to let off steam. What better way to do it than hit the sauna with a 15-women posse and have a dance-off with the man later! Female Korean drummers excluded.

After watching the 3.28 minute clip for the 5th time, I am more than determined to comment on it. First of all, bless the anticipative steady tempo of the drumming for the first 5 seconds. Probably caught your attention long enough to stick around for Shakira’s opening lyrics, “First floor, room 16…”. More on the deep heaving and exhaling later.

5 seconds in and we’re treated to our first glimpse of Shakira and her 15-women posse all decked out in white in a sauna. No idea why they are clothed but by golly it must have been sweltering enough for the lady to be holding a rolled up towel! Oh, my bad. It was a scene transitional prop; the kind you throw towards the camera that viewers are utterly captivated by it they have to stop and stare then boom! New scene.

In a clever relation, we see dolled up Shakira brandishing a white rolled-up towel and hurling it in the direction of a potentially emotionally wrecked man. In one skillful catch-and-release, the towel was banished to a corner by the man. There we begin our dance-off!

Interestingly, this dance genre is known as Contact Improvisation. For a moment, I got thought it was jazzy, tango-inspired version of Capoeira, then I remembered Capoeira is a non-contact art form. So what is Contact Improvisation? Basically, it is a dance form where the  point of contact between 2 dancers are to spark off an impromptu dance move (them taking turns to dance) and like the name suggests, no prior choreography involved. Personally, I enjoy watching the dance as the unpreparedness really showcases a dancer’s creativity and awareness to space and most importantly, their partners. Also, the fluidity of the movements and how each dance piece is a story-teller transforms each dance into a masterpiece.

Okay, back to the video.

Simply put, Shakira and her man (b-boy Daniel “Cloud” Campos) engaged in a show-and-tell of their rocky relationship, the endless fights and yup, the kiss-and-make-up moments. Some segments of the dance were particularly sexually-charged, but the rest was pretty much frustration, frustration, frustration.

What I liked most of the video are the nuanced slow-mo highlights, especially when Shakira, off the bed,  twirls him off her arms and takes on a matador stance and her hair is being suspended in mid-air. “Stunning” left my lips for the 100th time.

However, what confused me for this video is her use of the Korean drummers and that hypnotic hip action in the Egyptian bathhouse scene. Was it because of the electro-latino beats and use of the snare drums (sounded like them) which produced this multi-layered, multi-textured tone and therefore creating a multi-cultural feel to the rhythm?

In any case, it was a fun infusion all round and yes, the video became entertaining in a non-mainstream kind of way. It really felt as though it has more depth than it turned out to be. Hmmm, I ponder.

Lastly, the “oh”s which were peppered throughout the tune gave it an orgasmic aura. If you thought the video took a creative direction with its bed scene, oh boy any gaping holes are patched up with the cosmic, orgasmic “oh”s.

All in all, I rate this music video a 4.5/5 for a 3.28 minutes well-spent. Pleasing for the eyes, man candy in view and ever meaningful for the dance fanatic. Missed by .5 because I couldn’t understand the existence of the Korean drummers.

Oh yeah.

The head chef from hell is back. Reigning superiority in all 4 corners of the kitchen. Gosh, if someone could strip his ugly veneer and reveals what is eating at him all this time.


Sidetrack: After much fruitful searching, I have found out the title of the cooking programme Sae Young is hosting is Table Of Chef.

Now for the real deal.

The episode started on where it left off, at the pedestrian crossing. The face-off ensued and the strangely even-tempered side of Hyun Wook appeared once again. I have no idea what in the world is going on.

Anyway, Yoo Kyung proceeds with her life by spending the night downing glasses of Soju. She must have skipped the street fare as she stopped for a couple of instances to throw up along the sidewalks after. Then, she ran into Kim San. No clue as to how he coincidentally bumped into her; unless he was stalking her all that time.

Again, the Kdrama coincidences are flaring up.

He probes her about her heavy drinking and questions the reason behind it. “Were you fired?” Oddly, she struggles to keep her pride intact when she is around Kim San, unlike the countless of times she would appear in La Sfera despite her being fired by Hyun Wook multiple times. More on that later.

He decides to end his playful interrogation and lightens the mood by getting her “clean up after her puke”. She seems slightly more at peace and satisfied with herself for the rebuttals and casual talk.

At the time when the women were in their drunken stupor and sauntering along the sidewalk, Sae Young is once again featured — now pounding a treadmill. Then, a blast from the past reveals a tiny slice of her history with Hyun Wook. Hmmm, I wonder if he has any conscience for firing canoodling kitchen staff…

Thereafter, Hyun Wook walks into the same fitness center (24 hour gym. I. Am. In. Love.) after Sae Young has left. Eh.

This is yet to up the ante of weirdness. Kim San appears before Sae Young (Again! His first was at her book signing session.) at that hour of the night. My mind just trailed off the time when Hyun Wook mentioned that a woman meeting a man at such a late hour is to “sleep together”.

God how this leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Ok, so maybe he was not stalking Yoo Kyung but dropping by to visit Sae Young as he was informed of her whereabouts? In any case… Don’t these people sleep?!

Tweet tweet went the little birdie by the window sill. It is morning! Hyun Wook arrived at work bright and early, pleased at himself of getting rid of her other sex in his workplace. Ah, the sweet sweet taste of victory and misogyny. Lingering, savoring.

Ah! Hyun Wook had a rude shock when he swung open the door to his locker. Yoo Kyung has taken residence in it, claiming it is the roomiest of them all. She pleas and whimpers a “I want to make pasta”. Honestly, this is when Hyun Wook is seriously pushing his character to its limits. “Pasta! Pasta! Pasta!” Never mind his unfriendly demeanor in the kitchen and his misogyny antics. What annoy me in the constant need to punctuate every sentence with a yell. I mean, for goodness’ sake. I CAN HEAR YOU. No need to scream to exhibit your superiority in the work place. I could go on all day with his actions…

Thankfully, but with little salvage to his annoying character portrayal, he nurses Yoo Kyung’s cramped legs. I like how he switches in and out of his head chef and civilian role. Being from care-less to caring. But still. The bad boy temper has to go. Pronto.

In a flurry of events, Hyun Wook calls for a change in the day’s recommended specials. This sends the restaurant out of total control, causing the kitchen staff fumble and a horrible backlog of orders. The waitstaff has even screwed up the specials. Nothing will do. Will La Sfera survive past today?!

Fear not! Hyun Wook called for back-up. Apparently, they are some sidekicks of his, a plan he devised from time immemorial. If he was taking over the kitchen, he was going to do it a lady at a time, then drive the male staff nuts to leave too.

After cries of “Si, va bene!” (also known as “Yes, Chef!”), the 3 sidekicks kicked into action as soon as they hit the frying pans. God how these professional know-hows made Yoo Kyung cower into silence. Her dignity is running thin, but it is apparent from the furrow of her brows that she is persevering to the very end. Whether he likes it or not.

You go girl!

Ah, the boys take a night out. By boys, I meant the newbies, head chef and new kitchen assistant. Oh wait, he just promoted the kitchen assistant to an assistant pasta chef 3 days after he started work. Injust! Yoo Kyung slaved for 3 years before getting to the place she is in now! (Technically, she is fired but I like to think of her as an assistant pasta chef. Let’s face it, the new kitchen assistant has A LOT to learn.) The boys sipped on their beers and pondered over the current situation. I am glad one of the newbies spoke up on women’s tenacity to hack the demanding work environment but Hyun Wook decidedly turns a deaf ear to the matter.

How angsty.

In parallel, the other male kitchen staff sits down for a meal at another restaurant. I like how this 2 rivaling camp in the kitchen is going on. All the challenges and aggravation. Oh, the men sure know how to fist-fight their way to righteousness and that is what I am waiting for!

Back at La Sfera, Yoo Kyung holds a pity party for herself while slurping on pasta. She assures herself that her cooking standard is qualifying to serve at a customers’ table. You can see she really wants the opportunity to showcase her budding talent. Oh dear…

Round 497 of in-your-face you-don’t-belong-here drama between Hyun Wook and Yoo Kyung. I admire her sheer determination. If I were her, I would have huddled in a corner of a dingy apartment with a box of tissue paper and cry myself to sleep night after night, till I grow sore from it. Despite the adversities, she insistently reports for work and Hyun Wook ignores her every step of the way.

Oh, also she made up her mind to fill the new position as a kitchen assistant.

Bother, bother, bother.

After that, the newbies cordially introduced themselves to the existing crew and failed. The latter is clearly displeased with the new management as the sous chef approaches Yoo Kyung with some words of advice, “You heard him, leave! Leave if you still have some pride in you. Even a 3 year old knows how to kick up a fuss when a toy is being snatched from him.” She remains transfixed and speechless.

Later, Kim San pops out from nowhere, demanding for a delivery of pasta personally cooked by Yoo Kyung herself during the restaurant’s prep time. Sensing something amiss, he probes her about her job at the restaurant. Finally, she admits to being fired. However, he goes on to press her for an Al Olio. Initially uncertain, she caves in and resolutely makes her way to the kitchen to prepare the portions. A waitstaff tries his best to talk her out of it but to no avail.

Just in time, Hyun Wook also pops out of nowhere and takes up the challenge to prepare the best Al Olio for delivery. If he loses, he will resign. If she loses, she gets out of his kitchen. For real. The battle ensues and the two chops, fries, shows off some culinary acrobatics and viola! Out spun 2 plates of Al Olio. Only difference? Hyun Wook’s was gracefully kept warm by a silver food cover while Yoo Kyung, by a chinese noodles take-out delivery box. She snagged it from her father’s noodle shop.

In a painful submission: Hyun Wook 1, Yoo Kyung 0.

The two race to the finish line with their take-out methods and arrive at the office building. Eh, no good is going to come out of this delivery. Sae Young was about to share an on-screen time with Hyun Wook. After that flashback, I think the two are better apart for now…

Back to the pasta, a waitstaff who accompanied them lifted the cover of Hyun Wook’s dish, only to reveal a magnificently twirled and towering Al Olio. At the meantime, Yoo Kyung busied herself by presenting her plate of plain pasta tossed with oil and sauce on-site.

Presentation-wise: Hyun Wook 2,  Yoo Kyung 0.

Everything hit a downward spiral thereafter as Hyun Wook’s Al Olio had way more strengths than Yoo Kyung’s. Furthermore, I have to agree that fine dining pays more attention to presentation than how the food actually tastes, so with that, Yoo Kyung noodle toss seemed off-putting and much too household for the fine diner.

Hyun Wook won the bet.

Once again, he raises his voice at the end of his statement: “In my kitchen, no women!” God, has the man ever heard of full stops?

In a finality, Yoo Kyung drops to her knees as Hyun Wook leaves in an elevator by himself, more frustrated than content. Sae Young and Kim San worriedly looks on from a distance.

Indeed, no rest for the wicked.

The idea of a cooking programme marathon sending my heart racing and my blood sugar to an all-time high. Translate this to a Korean drama with Lee Sun Gyun and you have just sent me to adrenaline stroke.

Cue pasta of all sorts sloshing in a pan with a rather watery cream base. Sounds a little hard to stomach (especially if you are having the runs) but hey, I am no Italian chef nor a food critic. Therefore, my judgment is as good as nullified. Carrying on.

Yoo Kyung is see grabbing ingredients from shelves in a walk-in freezer and refrigerator, as it turns out she is a kitchen assistant preparing them for the chefs in the kitchen. Quite expectantly, she sees a couple making out in the fridge and shyly shoos them aside to retrieve a Froie Gras from a shelf they were blocking and promise them “not to tell”.

Pan to an extremely busy kitchen scene where the leading lady hurries from one sink to another stove top, washing dishes and replenishing the stock of clean pans for the chefs’ use. As it appears, she has been at it for years and multitask breezily. No fuss, at all.

Like clockwork, she ends the day by taking out the trash, bidding goodbye to her fellow kitchen staff and returning home. However, that day was less ordinary as it was her mom’s death anniversary. Cue the gender biased dad who tips over the mom’s altar over a smart move which was made by her daughter. Apparently he gets worked up over his wife’s smoking habits. Should we eye his moves and put that in our memory bank for further analysis? Hmmm.

The following day, she wakes up bright and early and switches on the tube to watch a cooking programme. I was initially fooled into thinking the programme host was no more than a califare, supplementing Yoo Kyung’s ambition and chef-in-training days. Those days are over.

As you know, with every leading couple comes a rivaling couple; portrayed by Kim San (Clazziquai”s Alex) and Sae Young (Honey Lee). As mentioned before, the programme host is none other than Sae Young (somewhat related to Hyun Wook, you will see). This is when I get romantically confused. Just who is flirting with who?

Kim San seems to bear some interest in Sae Young, but fleetingly flirting with Yoo Kyung. Until Kim San clarifies himself as nothing more than an Oppa to Yoo Kyung, I will refuse to cease doubting his intentions. (clears throat) Player…

Up to now, Sun Gyun has yet to make his acting debut.

Then Yoo Kyung makes a trip to the market to set her orders for the restaurant. She visits the usual egg seller but it appears that he is one profit-driven, scheming businessman. He swaps some jumbo eggs for smaller sized one but prices a tray of jumbo eggs the same anyway. Though Yoo Kyung is suspicious, she continues to insist on her usual order of jumbo eggs and proceeds to checkout.

At the checkout, 2 complimentary goldfishes are handed out for a purchase exceeding 10,ooo won or something. She hesitates but takes the free gift anyway.

Seconds later, viewers are treated to a glance of Hyun Wook. With tremors of excitement, I watch in anticipation. Pleased, oh-so pleased. 😀

Guess what? A clumsy act brought the 2 leads together! She dropped the bag of fishes, bursting it in the middle of a pedestrian crossing, blowing a damsel-in-distress moment wide open. Valiantly, our male lead swoops to her side instructing her to cup her hands while be scoops the 2 fishes into them and pour some mineral water from the bottle he just purchased scenes ago.

Remember guys. Buy mineral water to quench your thirst. Who knows? It may come in handy!

As she was carrying some grocery bags before the fish incident, transforming her hands into a makeshift fishbowl impaired her. Consequently, Mr Valiant offered to carry her groceries to its intended location.

Now this is when it gets teasingly racy. Picture a grown man getting all touchy-feely in looking for a set of keys on a lady and still in a process of doing so, becomes pointedly flirty. Well, all I can say is that with Lee, anything is possible. Squee!

“Where is La Sfera?” he quips. Unknowingly, he just opened the back door to the restaurant in question. Why he needs to be there? He does not say. However, Yoo Kyung takes everything for granted and assumes he is the new kitchen assistant the eatery is hiring. I sense something fishy going on… (no pun intended)

Simultaneously, the president of the restaurant promptly fires the head chef, Chef Totti. He is a very displeased man. He vows the cliched, “This place will not do without me” and flashes the “Just you wait and see” glare. Manager coolly shrugs the matter off.

In place, he has hired Hyun Wook who has a stint in Italy and knows a thing or two about the cuisine to a native chef. Ah, what a pleasant cost-cutting measure. Getting a local chef with an experience equal to a native chef with a lower pay. Or so it seems too good to be true…

Meanwhile, Yoo Kyung unabashedly dismisses Hyun Wook as a kitchen assistant, teaching him proper kitchen etiquette . She sure knows how to put on airs. Though I knew the whole embarrassing situation where she will realise he is the new chef was coming, she subtly flirting with him while he does it openly brings a refreshing palate to their developing romance.

I mean, most couples have the dominant flirt which breaks the ice every single time. This apparent role can get rather conventional and predictable whereas this, this is one to watch. Ahem, more flirting later…

Yoo Kyung arrives at the door with Hyun Wook and they part ways. Before so, he declares that the goldfishes do not belong in the kitchen. Why? Because they are females. Is that a prophecy? (Scary organ music plays)

Yoo Kyung innocence and blatant determination to work towards her aspiration soars in her characterisation, which draws away any of the bad mojo Hyun Wook is emitting. This is shown when Hyun Wook makes his true debut entrance as the new head chef, replacing Totti.

“Ah, cute. He is so handsome…” The women in the kitchen gushed. The first day at work and he is already laying on the charm on top of more smoothly executed allure. The women continue to pile on praise after swoon after praise. He could be easy to work with. Or so you think.

The second day arrived and the ladies doll up by the stove top. The men sneered. Is he that much of saint? Well, 10 minutes into the first order and he rears his ugly head. “This salad is too tall! This pasta is too oily! This antipasto, you got to be kidding me! Your pay is to be docked for wasting so much lobster!” Whack, whack, whack. Slam, crash and burn. Everyone went home with dirty aprons. All except Yoo Kyung. Could he be treating her specially? Eh.

Just when she avoided all his lines of fire in the day, she made a side misstep and tossed a large mixing bowl of ice cubes in the air and into the deep fryer. Every staff ducked for cover while Hyun Wook in another valiant act, shielded her from the oil splatter shower.

Day-end wrap-up: All the chefs and a kitchen assistant gather in the restaurant, awaiting the head chef’s arrival. One by one, he chews out the ladies (if you realise, the line-ups are split according to gender). You, crossed a customer despite your personal incompetency. You, shamelessly brought your relationship to work. You, spoke back. You, fused ice and oil together. All, fired!

Desperately, the female staff who was caught romancing in the chiller compartment begged to have her boyfriend’s title restored. If it were not for her, he would not be tempted. “Okay,” He coolly agreed. Gender bias? Hard to tell. The man simply could not stand having women in the kitchen. (As he so proves by their condemning clumsy or irrational acts of the day.) Could be a personal vendetta.

Only flashbacks will tell.

Subsequently, Hyun Kyung made it for his 11pm date by the same pedestrian crossing where they first met. She cannot believe he is asking her out despite firing her minutes ago. Is he out of his mind? She wavered and grew resistant to his first moves. Eventually, he ignores her and goes his own way.

This series is crafty in its own way.

Uh, to add, noisy too. Less yelling in the next episode?