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		<title>My Italian Sunday</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Saturday seemed like a long night of phone calls,  Sex in the City marathon with the girls, over a bottle of Italian red wine, chips  and cheese. The wine that our dear sister Xing brought on Saturday night was a Primitivo, the kind that could knock you off completely. I know, because I couldn&#8217;t drive [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Saturday seemed like a long night of phone calls,  Sex in the City marathon with the girls, over a bottle of Italian red wine, chips  and cheese. The wine that our dear sister Xing brought on Saturday night was a Primitivo, the kind that could knock you off completely. I know, because I couldn&#8217;t drive her home after finishing the bottle.  While it has this effect on most people, it usually has a very different effect on me &#8211; it keeps me unusually wide awake but not sober! So while everyone decided to crawl into their pyjamas, I was up and about. I spent the rest of the evening(morning) browsing, blogging and bugging my friend on YM, who was also working the evening shift for a big launch.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Finally, at 5am I dozed off to dreamland. I slept like a baby and woke up half past 1PM on Sunday to find the house empty and my iPhone dead. I hurriedly charged it up and unlocked the SIM to find several SMS&#8217;s, a couple of  missed calls and 3 voicemails.  Yes, I was dead to the world for the entire morning.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">After returning a few calls, I dragged myself out of bed to start my day with some warm lunch.  I whipped up Nido Oriental soup (which was supposedly Chinese though my Chinese friend doesn&#8217;t know what it is), warmed up some rice left over from the Kimchi dinner the previous night,  and pan-grilled Spam slices for a late lunch with Xing.  Sunday  did not actually go by in a blur for me.  Though I never managed to step outside the house,  a lot of things happened to me today that really kept my spirit at an all time high.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Sunday is my Italian Day. Starting off with a long overdue surprise from Giuliana &#8211; I learned how to prepare proper Italian Espresso with a proper espresso machine and really really good coffee beans from Bari! Here, here, look! My verdict &#8211; mmmm lekker!!!</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">After coffee, I had a hair dyeing session with my Italian colorist&#8230;and by 5pm, I felt like a new person wearing a slightly red hair! In the evening, we decided to do some knowledge exchange in the kitchen! I shared my famous Chewy Moist recipe with 2 of my girlfriends, and Giuliana schooled us on the right way of preparing Lasagna &#8211; the Italian Way!</div>
<p>Saturday seemed like a long night of phone calls,  Sex in the City marathon with the girls, over a bottle of Italian red wine, chips  and cheese.  The wine that our dear sister Xing brought on Saturday night was a Primitivo, the kind that could knock you off completely. I know, because I couldn&#8217;t drive her home after finishing the bottle.  While it has this effect on most people, it usually has a very different effect on me &#8211; it keeps me unusually wide awake but not sober! So while everyone decided to crawl into their pyjamas, I was up and about. I spent the rest of the evening(morning) browsing, blogging and bugging my friend on YM, who was also working the evening shift for a big launch.</p>
<p>Finally, at 5am I dozed off to dreamland. I slept like a baby and woke up half past 1PM on Sunday to find the house empty and my iPhone dead. I hurriedly charged it up and unlocked the SIM to find several SMS&#8217;s, a couple of  missed calls and 3 voicemails.  Yes, I was dead to the world for the entire morning.</p>
<p>After returning a few calls, I dragged myself out of bed to start my day with some warm lunch.  I whipped up Nido Oriental soup (which was supposedly Chinese though my Chinese friend doesn&#8217;t know what it is), warmed up some rice left over from the Kimchi dinner the previous night,  and pan-grilled Spam slices for a late lunch with Xing.  Sunday  did not actually go by in a blur for me.  Though I never managed to step outside the house,  a lot of things happened to me today that really kept my spirit at an all time high.</p>
<p><strong>Sunday is my Italian Day.</strong> Starting off with a long overdue surprise from Giuliana &#8211; I learned how to prepare proper Italian Espresso with a proper espresso machine and really really good coffee beans from Bari! Here, here, look! My verdict &#8211; mmmm lekker!!!</p>
<p>After coffee, I had a hair dyeing session with my Italian colorist&#8230;and by 5pm, I felt like a new person wearing slightly red locks!</p>
<p>In the evening, we decided to do some knowledge exchange in the kitchen!  Giuliana schooled us on the right way of preparing Lasagna &#8211; the Italian Way! I was happy to be her assistant! I love Italian food!!!</p>
<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 385px"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4128022578_9e2bd41564.jpg" alt="Homemade Italian Lasagna by Giuliana" width="375" height="500" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Homemade Italian Lasagna by Giuliana</p></div>
<p>And finally, I showed Xing and Giuliana how to bake my popular Chewy Moist brownies. <span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; font-size: 19px;">Buon appetito!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="  aligncenter" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/167/401166452_22a5608a84.jpg" alt="Chewy Moist Brownies met Slagroom" /></p>
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