After a LONG LONG while, I finally get to meet up with Sab - My partner-in-crime during my poly days. I remember how we always skip classes, not study for tests, and cheat in those tests together.. Good times... LOL
Anyway we were suppose to meet at 3, then as usual, we push back the meeting time.. We have this tendency to do that... Cause we are lazy people! Anyway we met at Bugis, cause Sab wanna go for William Farquhar exhibition at the National Library.
I kept telling Sab that 'Farquhar' is pronounced as "Farh-ker" but she don't believe me! It sounds really like "fucker" but with a "h". The reason why I know it is pronounced as "Farh-ker" and not "Far-quah" is because one of John's ex-colleague was a Scottish with the exact last name. And he told John that it's "Farh-ker". Though in the videos the show, the narrator and the descendant of William Farquhar pronounced it as "Far-quah". I can understand it though, who, living in an English-speaking world, would wanna have a last name that sounds like fucker?
Imagine you have a classmate with Farquhar for surname, you would make fun of that boy till no end, and that poor bugger will be miserable for the rest of his school life. And imagine if your great-great-great-great grandfather is a Farquhar, when your friends say you come from a line of fuckers (knowing us Singaporeans, we will mispronounce it on purpose: fark-ker instead of farh-ker, just so that we can make the bugger feel miserable and have a good laugh about it), you can't deny it!
Okay, back to the exhibition, it was quite an enriching one, things that I don't remember learning in school, but then again, I don't bother remembering what I've learned when I was in secondary school, wait, or is it primary school? For instance, though Sir Stamford Raffles was the one that is widely acknowledge as the founder of Singapore, Farquhar is actually the one who built and nurtured us. They really downplayed his contributions... Poor guy...
After we were done learning and getting confused over his family line, we headed to my aunt's cafe, which is located in the National Library's Drama Centre, for our dinner.
The food there is great, cause my aunt Yvonne is a great chef! I've always enjoyed going there.. Too bad we were too busy eating and talking, I forgot to take some photos of the food. I managed to drink my favourite "Smurf" soup! It's not like those crappy mushroom soup that you get at other restaurants, neither is it those cream type. It's this really nice thick blended mushroom soup. We also had this special serving of ham and bacon quiche salad with big cheesy sausage, and it's super nice cause the cheese oozes out and is not those diluted, barely there kinda cheese. By the time my aunt is done with the pasta, we were super full, so much so that we were just there trying to force ourselves to finish as much of the pasta as we can...
Finally when we were done, we head over to the toilet, where we took photos, I don't know what is it with us girls and taking photos in the toilet, so please don't ask me. It's just something we do.
All these photos are taken using Sab's big fat pink camera, which you can tell sounds like an old model, which is! But her retro camera actually takes nicer photo than my slim modern one.. So... Yeah Sab you can gloat =P
We headed back to Bugis junction and went to the arcade! It has been freaking long since I have stepped into an arcade, feel so old whenever I'm in one.. Anyway we played BishiBashi most of the time we were in there, spent close to 10 bucks worth of token on it... It's was so much fun that I broke my nail, and cut Sab's hand LOL
It's kinda nice to be back in an arcade having silly fun.
After we finished the tokens, we went for some ice-cream and walked around alittle, wanting to help Sab find some nice fake lashes, but sadly didn't manage to find any that looked decent.
The whole time we were together, we talked alot of crap, all sorts of crazy crap... Always enjoy spending time with Sab, though we don't get to meet up very often, in fact the last time we met up was like last year? But when we do, there are no awkward moments of silence or anything like that, we can just talk and joke like how we used to in poly...
Looking forward to our next meeting, where maybe we will end up walking like cowgirls.. Hahaha *our 'private' joke*
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