Almost everyday of the year begins with an unwilling rise from bed and a meaningless chase after the bus. It then ends with an empty elevator ride and a glaring computer screen that puts me to sleep. These generic days without lasting memories in between come and go and usually does not embed an impact on us. We have these days in our life to get through an unexciting 365 days cycle, but some selected days have us in them instead to give us an impact for the course of our life.
That day was 12th June 2010, it was a Saturday.
We possibly had the most expensive salad of our life, accompanied by foie gras and toasted brioche. Not forgetting the two pots of tea and the cakes that stuffed us in the end. Followed by a sweet victory of a successful attempt on buying Plum Choya from the supermarket. Last but not least my unreliable photographic memory which led us to a long detour at Novena Square. "Yes, I am sorry for my self!"
The day did start and end like any other usual day, but the lasting memories in between left a different impact on me. Days like this are rare, and what it had done to me in the end is indeed rare too.
That day made me smile :)
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