The minute I woke up that morning, I was so ready to go to the Flower Market, which is near Prince Edward station. After having not so great buffet breakfast alone, I double-checked my travel notes, camera, and cash, as I usually am clumsy and absentminded. Then I was off to the colorful market, where I-don’t-know-the-name-flowers, blossoms, houseplants were for sales. I really envy to people who could wake up in the morning by breathing the scent of the flower. Anyway, apart from confusing two MTR stations that morning, I really had a great time: no one told me, judged me, looked down on me for taking pictures sans buying, lol. Most important of all, that day will be one of take a trip down memory lane. Well, right now wake up and smell the coffee!!!
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