"It's a beautiful day and I can't stop myself from smiling", said Michael Bubble..
The
article was about women and careers. But what struck me, what made me think about how unappreciative we are of everyday wonder, was a story the author told about her then six-year old daughter:
My daughter came home from school one day and announced that she’d had the best day of her life. When I asked what had happened, she said it was just an ordinary day. I pressed — certainly something different must have occurred? She shook her head. Intrigued, I called her first-grade teachers and asked if anything special had happened in class. No, they repeated, it was just an ordinary day.
“Just an ordinary day.”
That's the reason why I convince myself that today I must smile, because I just like that writer-has a grumpy and mad easily when I went to campus. So, I smile, I sing, I hum, and I say thank you many times. Thank you for my sunny day, my dress, my bag which has arrived-I bought it online, and many more, I have fried noodle with veggie for breakfast which is my favorite.
The best thing that makes me hum Mr. Bubble's song are, I say to Mr. X-I don't know his name (×_×#-who care for TOEFL ITP certification, "Have a nice day", and to Mrs. X-I don't know her name (º_º)-who care for test fee teller, "May you get well soon" and to Ms. X-I don't know his name too (#+_+)- I give her Oreo Biscuit... ヾ(@^∇^@)ノ hahhahha... And Mr. Y-Ah, don't know either (-_-)ゞ-give me such a sweet congratulations. He said, "Congratz, that is not luck but because you have the ability. May this paper bring you to your dream". And I really can't stop smiling after that.
All because of this magic piece of paper which is so precious. Thank You.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, for this (not) ordinary day.