I’m crazy about breakfast food. I could live on it alone — heck, I practically do, considering that the extent of my cooking skills involves boiling eggs and pouring cereal into a bowl — so any restaurant that serves breakfast all day is all right in my book.
One such restaurant is the newly opened Wild Honey at Mandarin Gallery on Orchard Road. I met up there with a few friends on the morning of New Year’s Eve to celebrate the end of 2009 with the Yummiest Brunch in the History of Brunches™.
Fine, it wasn’t the yummiest, but it was still pretty darn good. I have the pictures to prove it:
Every bite I took of this bagel made my eyes roll back into my head in sheer bliss. I tried my best not to make too many obscene noises out of consideration for all the other people trying to eat their own breakfast in peace.
I recently took a much-needed break from work to go on a short trip to Cebu with some old friends. Let me tell you, it did my soul good. When I got back to Singapore, at least five different people told me I was glowing. Here are some highlights from our vacation:
We threw ourselves off a bunch of waterfalls. Calling all thrill seekers! If you ever visit Cebu, you have to go canyoning at Montaneza Falls. You probably can’t tell, but that’s me throwing a peace sign while rappelling down a 100-foot waterfall. Pardon my French, but it felt fucking fantastic.
My F1-crazy friend, Chrissa, came to Singapore to watch the night race last September. While she was here, we jumped at the chance to get flung into the air on the G-max Reverse Bungy ride at Clarke Quay. We loved it! A couple of lessons learned:
Go at night to avoid being roasted in the sun.
Wear pants instead of a miniskirt.
Below is a video of our ride. The scream you’ll hear during the release came from the guy holding the camera
We also went on the tamer GX-5 Xtreme Swing, but we unfortunately didn’t manage to get a video of that.
Despite not being a Formula 1 fan, I will be watching the F1 Singapore Grand Prix in September. One of my friends, who is a fan, convinced me to go with her, the bulk of her argument being “It’s the first-ever F1 night race! Pretty please with sugar on top? I will pay for half your ticket!”
This friend is also an avid fan of slash. See below an excerpt from the IM conversation I had with her about our plans for the GP.
Me: Are we going to wear special fangirl outfits?
F1 slasher friend: I wanted to wear a Ralf/JPM OTP shirt. Too bad JPM isn’t in F1 anymore.
Me: Can we still wear those? It can say “I’m old-school.” in smaller letters at the bottom.
FSF: I’m gonna have one made right now. O_O
Me: Yay!
FSF: Maybe people would stay away from us then.
Me: My coworker and her boyfriend will be there, too. We can meet up with them… Unless they’re too embarrassed to be seen with us.
FSF: Ask them if they’d like t-shirts!
Me: Ooh, YES.
FSF: Her boyfriend can wear “I watch F1 for the buttsecks.”
Me: I’m sooo posting this conversation on my blog.
This is an excerpt from an online chat I had with my friend Chrissa recently. It should give you an idea of the depth and quality of our friendship
Me: I had the weirdest dream last night. Chrissa: Oooh! Was it naughty? Me: Unfortunately not. Me: I dreamt there was a competition, kind of like the Amazing Race, except the end goal was to reach an old, abandoned mansion and capture a mouse living in one of the rooms. Me: I joined, but instead of teaming up with other people, I decided to team up with — get this — a chihuahua and a rat! Chrissa: Uh huh… a chihuahua, a rat and a human looking for a mouse? Me: We were running all over the place. We got a bit lost and got separated from the other teams, but we ended up finding a shortcut and made it to the house first. Me: The rat was the one who captured the mouse, because of course he knew where to find it. We won! Me: So… what exactly is my subconscious trying to tell me? I am at a loss. Chrissa: Well, a chihuahua is sort of a rodent but only it’s canine… Me: I know! Chrissa: So you’re with a rat, a canine-rodent hybrid, and you’re looking for a mouse… Me: I’m thinking Ratatouille had something to do with it. Chrissa: Ah, I dreamt of mice, too, after watching Ratatouille! Me: OMG, Pixar is going to take over the world, and they’re starting with people’s dreams! CONSPIRACY! Chrissa: Ratatouille must have had some subliminal messages embedded in the film. Me: Ooh, that would explain everything! Me: I’m also suddenly hungry… Me: The film was more powerful than we ever expected. Chrissa: I am now scared of Pixar. Me: Pixar is evil. Chrissa: Next you’ll think that your toys are really alive. Chrissa: And that bugs are intelligent beings! Chrissa: And that there are monsters inside your closet! Me: And that cars have sex lives! Chrissa: And that super-heroes everywhere are getting busy and making little baby super-heroes! Me: Condoms are no match for super-sperm! Chrissa: Eeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Me: Hehehe.
