prose: yummy days and saturdays

two things why today i am suddenly (?) nostalgic.

today i woke up greeted by the prospects of a yummy day. the rumbling of thunder, overcast skies, smell of impending rain.

rain.

i love rain, or, the aftermath of rain. i think in every idealistic picture of bliss that plays in my head would include rain. If it rains, it means i get to wear my yummy clothes. snug, fuzzy, warm cozy clothes (ie sweaters and long-sleeved t-shirts, the highlands would be perpetual bliss!).

and to complement this state of fuzziness with something hot. like hot chocolate. i remember myself making my sister a cup of hot chocolate while waiting for my turn to hog the phone after midnight. such coziness!

picture these (with background drizzle):

i) sitting in a thatch-roofed wakaf, sipping hot black coffee and having 'ubi rebus'.

ii) strolling down a street off Orchard Road with a friend and admiring rows of conserved old shophouses in Singapore, at night time.

iii) sneaking out to have a walk with a friend while everybody else is cramped indoors with books to prepare for next day's exam. (heck, ANY midnight strolls with a friend, then)

iv) reading a book on the most comfortable sofa next to a fireplace (people, i am allowed to imagine) reading English Patient while on the radio, sings Norah Jones.

v) be animated by the falling of raindrops through your bedroom window with Anda Bunga's 'Tentang Seseorang' as the soundtrack.

vi) be drenched from head to foot, sitting in a restaurant and a caring friend insists that you eat something hot because he/she is concerned you might get hyperthermia.

and it is saturday.

when i was younger i used to get up very early on Saturdays to watch Saturday morning cartoons (the reason this is such a big deal is that i'm not supposed to wake up early, it's a no-school day!). My siblings would frolick a little bit around the house, eat cereal breakfast and frolick some more while waiting for the programme to start. the finale of the event would be eating dadih from the pasar tani.

those are the good ol' days. *sigh*