We had been going to the same coffee shop for months so it felt awesome to visit another old food court near to a temple this morning.
As usual,a typical food court is a noisy place. The noise did not irritate my ear because that's where people love to gather on Sunday morning. It sounded more like a nice noise.
The sound of a pair of fork and spoon, the chopping noise of people chopping the chicken for chicken rice, the laughter of human beings filled the atmosphere.
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no,no,no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
That's Adele's voice, I thought for the first time.
Rehab? that's the song of the late Amy Winehouse.
There were few songs of her airing on the radio player again and again. Awesome. Food court mixed with the modern song of the world. No doubt, Amy Winehouse's melodies are catch-able.
The staffs were hardworking. From preparing the toast bread to cooking the meal, they seemed fast like a battery which was fully charged. It can be mentally and physically tired for them, but that did not stop them from running their business on weekend. Weekend? The week I am so looking forward to have a big rest.
It's good to wake up early on a Sunday morning, sitting at a coffee shop, eating with your family.
One week once, we can find the time to do it.
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