Sadly though, some things had to say goodbye over the weekend. Frujch - my second home - had their last day of business on friday. It was a bitter sweet moment for everyone, especially the owners.
The 4th and last beer pong..
4 times more exciting and fun than the 1st one.
Just look how busy we were on our last day!!!! hahaha orders were flying in, they were never-ending!
my poor darling was dead tired making all those delicious sandwiches and milkshakes for our beloved customers.
you should have seen their faces when i announced that sandwiches were temporarily our of stock... hahaha it was as though their world came crashing down. You could give them all a wedgie, and they would STILL be in shock. hahaha okay, i exaggerate.
here's a lovely video of the gurls receiving an 'award' from the arts and cultural fratenity... =)
AND when the doors of business closed for the last time, it was OUR turn to have fun...
And so now, the music has faded,
along with it, laughters all died down
I stand up in the once lively place
to take one last look around.
I remember all the colour paint
which on the walls we would layer
I would also miss the sounds..
except the repetitive songs of John Mayer.
I smile at all the silly names
that i invented for the menu
the friendly staff behind the counter
saying "hello, how may i help you?"
The smell of bread in the grill
the whiff of milkshakes and soup
the taste of my favourite Tur Key Ingredient
with the added lingoberry poop (?)
The only place i would gravitate to
Frujch is my second home and no wonder
So many memories i share with it
and each day they grow fonder.
I will miss shal's foosball 'quick fix'
and nab's occasional burst of laughter
My intimate fried rice moments with Malcolm
and my baby smiling at me from behind the counter.
And all the frujchaholics too!
gee, there's so many, where do i start??
all i can say is frujch and i love u all ...
it's sad that we have to fart. i mean, part.
Frujch is not just a name
I say it with a warm fuzzy feeling
it stands for the best times in my uni life
it feels so good that my skin is peeling...
There were times, seems like yesterday
that i felt this wave of emotion
If frujch's life was constipation
then comes the time to pass motion
So although a chapter has closed
the memories will stick like glue
here comes the cheesy end to the poem
*deep breath* "Frujch... i love you..."
And so now, the music has faded...
The 4th and last beer pong..
4 times more exciting and fun than the 1st one.
Just look how busy we were on our last day!!!! hahaha orders were flying in, they were never-ending!
my poor darling was dead tired making all those delicious sandwiches and milkshakes for our beloved customers.
you should have seen their faces when i announced that sandwiches were temporarily our of stock... hahaha it was as though their world came crashing down. You could give them all a wedgie, and they would STILL be in shock. hahaha okay, i exaggerate.
here's a lovely video of the gurls receiving an 'award' from the arts and cultural fratenity... =)
AND when the doors of business closed for the last time, it was OUR turn to have fun...
And so now, the music has faded,
along with it, laughters all died down
I stand up in the once lively place
to take one last look around.
I remember all the colour paint
which on the walls we would layer
I would also miss the sounds..
except the repetitive songs of John Mayer.
I smile at all the silly names
that i invented for the menu
the friendly staff behind the counter
saying "hello, how may i help you?"
The smell of bread in the grill
the whiff of milkshakes and soup
the taste of my favourite Tur Key Ingredient
with the added lingoberry poop (?)
The only place i would gravitate to
Frujch is my second home and no wonder
So many memories i share with it
and each day they grow fonder.
I will miss shal's foosball 'quick fix'
and nab's occasional burst of laughter
My intimate fried rice moments with Malcolm
and my baby smiling at me from behind the counter.
And all the frujchaholics too!
gee, there's so many, where do i start??
all i can say is frujch and i love u all ...
it's sad that we have to fart. i mean, part.
Frujch is not just a name
I say it with a warm fuzzy feeling
it stands for the best times in my uni life
it feels so good that my skin is peeling...
There were times, seems like yesterday
that i felt this wave of emotion
If frujch's life was constipation
then comes the time to pass motion
So although a chapter has closed
the memories will stick like glue
here comes the cheesy end to the poem
*deep breath* "Frujch... i love you..."
And so now, the music has faded...
