Never on Saturday
After considerable delay, I almost hang myself off for no time. Busy life hit me pretty hard recently. But in no doubt, most travel is best of all in the anticipation or the remembering; the reality has more to do with losing your luggage. 14 May is the best day of mine since my last trip back and forth. I spent almost the whole Saturday, yearning for a food trip at random pace. The amazing thing is I didn’t even predict what’s coming next till I visited my first teenage home. The story line commenced with a good day of “Bridge Porridge”, followed by the awkward 12pm dedication of Cendol and tarts, with the complementary Arts of poetry as YOUR Graduate Leaving Certificate. Capturing picture by picture, the line queued by the temple, the school, the gallery, the special shake, the playground, the sway, the Nadeje, the saddle-like seat, the street and THE END. To regard with the utmost esteem, I shall never forget the photogenic memories along the sea breeze, with laughters and tears, crafted with the woodwork marbles. This tale ended with joy of my favorite platters that keep me non-stop laughing and laughing!!! Thanks for the fantastic day. It is not down in any map; true places never are. Many thanks to your special hardwork contributed towards my cozy, reddish, lovely cottage. P/s: Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don’t have film. Am always glad that I keep the film with me all times. Thank you Tumblr. Thank you pig.
