The mad indulgence began on Thursday because my mum fanatically proclaimed it Winter Solstice Day and therefore any Chinese worth his Ba Kwa had to celebrate with good food. That meant a trip down to Holland V for some lovely La Mian and Xiao Long Bao. Slurpz!
Friday was rather uneventful due to me having volleyball. But breaking from tradition (i.e. no eating after training cos it's freaking 11pm and therefore bad), we went for drinks, which degenerated quickly into a mini food fest comprising of fries, rojak and fried carrot cake. Sigh...
Saturday morning brought about Christmas eve, and that meant time with the Fadz man! My poor baby has been stuck on freaking Jurong Island doing guard duty. Bless his darling soul; Singapore is safe because of boys dressed in military gear patrolling the island on machine-gun bound jeeps. Through rain, shine and sleet. We checked into Orchard Parade Hotel for some R & R and I must say, the hotel is... let's just say I preferred Gallery Hotel 2 to 1. The room smelt funny and the bath robes were HAPPY ROBES. They were lime green and had palm trees. Sheeesssshhh.
Didn't take many photos. We tried exploring Orchard Road while scavaging for a late dinner, but beat a hasty retreat into Wheelock Place because Orchard Road went mad. I mean it literally. People were engaging in faux snowwars. I saw this fat ah lian (and fat being used very objectively) suddenly attack this scrawny boy for no apparent reason other then to cause mayhem. He stood stunned for a moment, called his kakis over, and the 6 of them counter-attacked the ah lian with their cans. Well hahaha, that must have been fun. And of couse, the foreign workers were out in force. It did seem rather creepy the way they stood on the streets and randomly attacked girls with their spray cans.
We ate at Fish and Co and topped it off with Ben & Jerry's ice cream. More reason to hit the gym.... But it was damn, damn good.... sigh, if only food didn't come with all that calories... a lot of people would be so much happier.
Christmas morning was a blur because a) we slept late b) I had to rush down to Oriental Hotel for the family Christmas brunch, despite my belly groaning from all that food. But looking back, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Oriental Hotel recently underwent renovation and the place is now very, very posh.
The plush rugs, the hushed, austere atmosphere, and the high, over-arching ceilings were a delightful way to spend the Christmas morning. Oh yeah, and the great food of course. There were lobsters and oysters, turkey and roasted baked ham, chocolate fountains and small, bite-size desserts in a myriad of flavours that left me breathless. Ok, part of the breathlessness came from overeating and me wanting to hurl.. but that's another story. I felt like a kid looking at all the desserts. Oh yeah, and I went a little crazy over the sashimi table. I swear I could almost taste sea water.
But the nicest surprise was the people. The waiters and maitre-d were so courteous and seemed genuinely happy to serve us. They played with the children, and there was even a Santa Claus and his Santarinas going around to give candy to the children. They were polite, attentive and helpful. Now, if only more of Singapore restaurants were like this.
But did the gluttony end there? NO. My sec school class was having a Christmas dinner celebration and I had to show face. And of all the stupid things, they had to choose a steamboat. I met up with Pei Wen and Jing Yi but when we got to Marina and found out who was present, the urge to meet up diminished in a poof. So we hotfooted over to Bugis for our own celebration. Surprise, surprise, they still wanted to eat steamboat and helplessly, I followed.
Really, we are such camera whores.
Meet Blacky and Tweety.
Stare into my eyes... you are getting sleepy, sleepy...
Food... oh god... so much food...
The stomach has a separate compartment for dessert, or so they claim. Even after taking a slow walk from Bugis to Raffles Place to calm our stomachs, I wanted to bend over the railing and dispose of everything in my stomach into the Singapore River. Wisely, I managed to hold it back in.
When I thought I could finally rest on Boxing Day, my mum decides that Boxing Day is equally important and therefore should be celebrated. With more food. After forcing me to play mahjong the whole afternoon when all I wanted to do was lie on my bed and groan, my mum and sis dragged me to Westmall for some Sakae Sushi. I swear, I must have turned slightly green.
Man, some weekend, eh?
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