Thought For Food

Because 'food for thought' is just so overused

What better way to begin anything than by bringing food into the picture. And there's just no better way to celebrate the wonders of a quick fix sugar rush than by getting your hands on your very own Billy Bomber's Malt.

You see I couldn't find a proper picture of it online, so I pretty much ended up shamelessly cropping--rather hastily and clumsily admittedly-- some photo I found online (such is the sad time-poor life of a weekend warrior).

Anyway, back to the Malt.

While its exterior gives off vibes of being a ridiculously typical milkshake, there's something unmistakably magical about a Billy Bombers Malt. Perhaps it's the way the ice cold slush slips smoothly down your throat like a lazy avalanche on a national-geographic-endorsed mountain range. Maybe it's the way simple ingredients which, while glorious enough on their own, come together to create a flavourful and richly complex drink. Maybe it's the way the vanilla ice cream beautifully marries with the malt powder; one creamy and light, and the other crunchy and robust. Or maybe it's just the way you can boast oh-so-ostentatiously about the hefty $6.90 + $1.00 + 7% GST (being able to afford that extra dollar's a status symbol in itself!) you're gladly willing to hand over everytime you decide to indulge.

Naysayers chaff at the price you're paying for your little drink (an amount which, in financial crises such as what we have now, could probably buy you a house. And a nice flower pot too), but true connoisseurs of consistency know a good milkshake when they shake one. I kid you not, for you could shake a Billy Bomber's Malt more than certain bands would shake a polaroid picture, but you can be sure that it won't be spilling all over the place like a ketchup bottle which just awoke from volcanic dormancy. With a consistency that can be said to be only short of a DQ Blizzard, you just know that they must've put close to a tub of ice cream in that mystical mix. Taking just about half an hour to finish your drink thanks to the sheer energy it takes to suck it up your straw is an added bonus, a certain longevity of drink, if you will.

With a drink which lasts longer than an episode of Lost, and which also tastes better than an episode of Lost (dvd's tend to be slightly on the crispy side), what's there to lose? Well, except from the tiniest little bit of calories after you indulge, that is.

Weekend Warriors

For all that hype about a start-up, you could say that Weekend Warriors has had just about as much lift as an obese man with a helium balloon. Hypocrisy's to blame though; for one who's just had one and a half weeks of block leave, it wouldn't quite be true to the cause to go writing about the potential exploits and shenanigans for what could essentially be described as 9 weekends in a row. Such abundance of freedom can only be described as being abjectly contrary to the spirit of the Weekend Warrior; the very essence of which lies in the tantalizing array of opportunities and possibilities which arrest you every weekend, but of which you are forced to make a critical choice as to your pickings for the precious 48 hours rationed to you.

In other words, it is not that options do not exist, but rather, that they have yet to be found.

Alas, if you were looking for an existentialist exploration of life and its meaning, you won't be finding that here.

What you will find on this site are handy heads-ups and suggestions to enhance your weekend: places to visit, things to see, stuff to do, food to eat, books to read, movies to catch, events to crash, and the list goes on. You could probably imagine it to be what would happen if Discovery Travel & Living were to settle down with the Life section of the Straits Times and have kids.

As a Weekend Warrior yourself, your role doesn't just end there. If you have any records to recommend, events to evangelize, places to promote, or things to tout, feel free to write in; for this guide is crafted both for and by the ones who live for the weekend