que pasa

Saturday morning I was woken up by an SMS at 910am.  Decided that since I was up, I might as well go grab some breakfast at Mac’s.  I’ve been told that this is a Singaporean thing… that Singaporeans actually like Mac’s breakfast meals…

I do like their breakfast meals.  And their fries and McNuggets.  Don’t think much of their burgers though.  Anyway, by the time I was ready to go, I kinda had to book it to Macs because breakfast ends at 10am (as opposed to 11am in Singapore).  So I go there, squeeze in my order and then I’m at the window enjoying my Sausage Egg McMuffin.  (Unfortunately, they put hamburger buns instead of muffin buns – by the time I realized I was at my last bite, oh well.)

As I sit eat my breakfast, I recall a time way back when I used to eat at Mac’s with a good friend of mine.  We’d meet there for breakfast, or go there for lunch sometimes.  There was once we’d been there every week and we’d only eat McNuggets until one day we got so sick of it, we had to egg each other on to finish the box of 20 pieces we had bought. 

And then after we both came back to Singapore, we met up again, but this time for weekly breakfasts.  I don’t even quite remember what we spoke about.  Then when we both started getting really busy, it’d be weekly evenings at cheesecake café or somewhere.  Now, she’s away, and I’m away too, so it’s going to be quite a while before we get together again.

It’s one of those rituals I guess, and Saturday morning I was missing our Mac’s routine.