whine & dine

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Macaron is an interesting concept, as far as Singapore’s dining scene goes anyway. A dessert restaurant that doesn’t serve you post-dinner sweets, but treats FOR dinner, it’s not a particularly common sight on our sunny shores. (It might well be the first one, but I’m not 100% sure of it so I shall claim ignorance for the time being.)

Now, my bunny is not that big a fan of desserts. Give her meat – cow, pig, poultry, game, anything – and she’s happy. But desserts? She’s the sort who’d swap her dessert for an appetizing-sounding appetizer, whereas I’m the one who’d forgo my starter to indulge my sweet tooth. (Actually, I’d probably just insist on all three, but nevermind that.) As you can imagine, it wasn’t too easy a feat to convince her to try this new-ish establishment. Keep reading →

The biggest problem that I’ve found with this photography hobby of mine is that whenever I travel, I spend about 15 minutes packing the clothes and other amenities but about 3 days deciding on what camera gear to bring with me. Do I bring my 30D or can I bear to just fly with the film camera? How many rolls of film do I bring if I’m going film? How many less can I bring if I’m bringing both? Which film camera should I bring – one of the little ancient ones or my 1V which has the added benefit of sharing lenses with my 30D. Or do I just focus on the travelling and screw the cameras…….. nah. Maybe just the Ricoh. Flash, tripod, which bag can fit all? It never ends.

Now that my camera (body) collection has hit 6 – and will increase to 7 on Saturday, also bringing the total number of brands with interchangeable lenses to 4, which is the biggest problem I forsee – my shoulders are getting tired in anticipation of where my indecision usually leads me: bring as many as I can heft around. (Let’s not even talk about whether or not to bring my laptop, which I do on longer trips.)

Come August, I’ll be bidding goodbye (for a while at least) to my Asahi Pentax ME, which I’m permaloaning to a dear friend who flies off to Hong Kong for the foreseeable future. I’m flying on the 14th on a short pre-Vietnam trip to Hong Kong, and will be bringing the Pentax up with me to permaloan to her. It’s also just occurred to me that I should probably fly up with the Pentax (and its 2 lenses), the Ricoh, and a couple of rolls of film, which would mean that for the first time in my multiple-camera-owner life, I’ll be travelling with my Crumpler 4 million dollar home, instead of the 7. My shoulders rejoice!

So I’ve got a couple of new toys (and possibly another one coming soon *crosses fingers*), of which 2 belong in the kitchen – my Tefal Pro Fry deep fryer (which I have no idea how I lived without before this), and my Cuisinart ice cream maker. Now, I don’t know about you, but it seems only logical that when two really awesome, sexy kitchen toys appear within 24 hours of each other, there must be an underlying message: Deep Fried Ice Cream. Keep reading →

Thanks for all the replies! The rabbit signifies your partner, the key represents your hopes/dreams/aspirations, and the bridge is your life. My story was #1, and bunny’s was #2. #4 was VICTORIA HO. NOT ME. NOT BUNNY. Oh, and uncle – you die, we going to tell mgmt. :)

Last night, four of us were asked to construct a short story in which a key, a rabbit, and a bridge all played major roles. These were ours:

1. I was walking across a bridge with a rabbit, when I realised that I left my key at home.

2. I walked across the bridge with the rabbit, then the rabbit swallowed my key.

3. I opened the door with my key to let in the rabbit that I found while crossing the bridge.

4. I stabbed the rabbit with my key, then flung it off the bridge.

Guess which story was mine, and which was bunny’s, and tell me what yours is! I will post the significance here tomorrow.

Edit: You people are awful. Bunny and I both did NOT say #4!!