I love supermarkets

I am not obsessed with food like some of my friends. I don't research for the best restaurants and try them out whenever I can. Dining to me is more about sharing some quiet and quality time with someone I want to see or catch up with.

But I love going to supermarkets, the big ones especially.

I love strolling very slowly in a big supermarket surrounded by fresh produce.

I love reading the labels carefully like I'm reading a book and try to understand the characters.

I love the bakery shop and I always wonder about the many kinds of bread produced by flour.

I love smelling the banana, touching the big round oranges, and looking at the strawberries of bright red colour.

I love the big, fat mushrooms that come in different colours, and thinking how they can make some nice omelettes for breakfast in the morning.

I love looking at the leafy vegetables, the cute baby bak choy and the clean posh Japanese leek. Green is such a soothing colour for the eyes.

I love checking out every single kind of funny colourful food packages in the Japanese section, and trying to read the characters.

And I have to buy some noodles and then find out I already have some when I get home. It happens every single time!

And whenever I pass by a certain corner, a woman will always stop me and ask me to buy her product. I never seem to be able to avoid her even though I have tried - every time.

It is always a relaxing, happy trip to the supermarket on Sunday.

p.s. When I visit a nice big supermarket, I can't help but remember the one in Canada. It's 10 times bigger, with fresher food, and I would go with my family. It's like an old family activity that stays in my mind.

Happy Valentine's 2010

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Unusual Way - Griffith Frank

In a very unusual way, one time I needed you.
In a very unusual way,you were my friend.
Maybe it lasted a day,
Maybe it lasted an hour,
But somehow it will never end.

In a very unusual way,I think I’m in love with you.
In a very unusual way, I want to cry.
Something inside me goes weak,
Something inside me surrenders,
And you’re the reason why,
You’re the reason why.

You don’t know what you do to me.
You don’t have a clue.
You can’t tell what it’s like to be me looking at you.
It scares me so that i can hardly speak.

In a very unusual way, I owe what I am to you.
Though at times it appears I won’t stay, I never go.
Special to me in my life,
Since the first day that I met you.
How could i ever forget you,
Once you had touched my soul?

In a very unusual way,
you’ve made me whole.