Throwback to few months back, the day after my portfolio submission, I head to London to meet Filzah, my childhood friend who happened to be in town and leaving for SG that very day! I can never argue with how He plan things. It always works out MaSyaa Allah. 🙂
We walked aimlessly along the stretch of road and after 10 minutes walking we went, ‘Let’s find a cafe to chill at. As long as it’s not outdoor, haha.’ it was so so cold that day.
The thing about knowing each other for more than half of our lives is, we have our own side (not kidding!) when walking. So when she sticks her head out on my side, naturally I had to ask why. Apparently there miggghhhttt be cafes along the back alley. It was cold and I was desperate so I just went, ‘Jom check it out.’ Can’t take the risk of missing anything can I? Hehe
Then I spot this Moroccan themed cafe and when the waitress asked if we’ve had any reservation, I almost turned blue. Can’t I… eat spontaneously? But thank god they had space for two. Indoor.
The small street with stretch of cafes that we found. It’s so purtey Masya Allah.
It so happen that the cafe serves halal food. What are the odds!?
As much as I love the food, I love the decor more. It’s sooo homely and cosy.
The chicken was wayyy salty and I can’t finish it. Almost had hypertension. Heh. The waiter was kind enough to pack it for me to go. I’ll have a separate blog post on that chicken. Haha. My special chicken.
Then! Just my luck… the cafe ran out of paperbag. So I had to lug the tupperware of chicken all the way back to my hotel. As if I don’t look funny enough, my friend passed me my hard disk in the original box and none of them had paper bag.
While waiting for Fared (Filzah’s brother) the hard disk slipped out of the box, dropped on the ground and split open. If you want to know the content of your hard disk, try throwing it on the ground, hard enough. *smirks*.
Now that I think about it, given the throng of people there (worst then pasar Geylang), I am so lucky that no one stepped on it! Phew… Alhamdulillah.
My IT babe fixed my hard disk for me in a jiffy and even got a strand of her hair stuck between the cover. I’m not gonna tweeze or snip it off
you know cause I’m lazy cause when I miss you, I’ll just take a look at the hard disk. :b *sappy*
Back to the restaurant, when we were splitting the bill, I only had large note and I needed small change, ergo, I break my large note for smaller change. Filzah was giving me smaller notes and when we reached to the final £5, she couldn’t find any. Instead, she had €5.
Take it. You’re needing it anyway.
Yup. That’s how we roll.
I almost used the €5 for cab fare, back in England. The driver stopped me and went, Miss, this is Euros. We only accept pounds.
We’ll probably meet after our BA’s, unless you come here again or I fly to NZ or we both come back to SG for your summer and my winter break but nonetheless, wherever you may be, may you always be under His care.