Sunday Morning of 26th

Yes it is... the morning of yet another beautiful Sunday. But be warned: it is warm. Sticky Warm.

I've just returned from the market with my dad. The poor thing has really aged alot. Lol~ At first I couldn't quite wake myself up at 6am. Was damn sleepyzzz... But unfortunately I had to swiftly ask him to leave the house as I couldn't have him over for tea this early. Sitting there at 85 that early in the morning was truly weird. Firstly, there wasn't you beside me. *Die... I'm... I'm... I'm... addicted to you. Truly I am but loving it* And then.. well... a clinging fearful yet fond feeling of nostalgia. I grew up here. Among the market uncles and aunties. I ran around there, drank tea, ate endlessly of fried carrot cake, fishball mee, fried bee hoon, chwee kway, tidbits that old uncles always bought me, and then pinched my fat cheeks. This was where I grew up. And that, all of that is me. It sure doesn't look like it used to anymore, and it was just like in the movies. An old backdrop superimposes itself on the current scene. You see faded black and white pictures of the place, of people in the past, with faces that have long been blurred, and walking sticks, and heavy oily smells, and the cake shop that has stood all these decades. I see myself running around there, wondering... what should I do for this exciting Sunday morning. Would it be the playground they used to have there? Or the bus stop? Or NTUC? I used to walk the long endless stretches of the marketplace, and the outside of it. I have grown. And somehow grown out of it. I don't belong there anymore, I can't. Though it does feel good to just sit there for a while to sip tea with my dad, and uncles. Yes, uncles, both of them. The afternoon one came earlier to put something there so there we sat, my dad with his younger brothers and his son drinking tea and coffee, not talking much with each other and all looking around. It's weird, warm and funny all at once. Somehow, I'm glad I grew up with that. Because I know inside me that no matter how education and experience change me, I could still mix around with the market crowd and actually enjoy being there for a short while. I want that. Next time, on Sunday mornings, while you and the kids snore, I shall lumber most merrily to the nearest market place, and get the bargains of the day, maybe the eggs or oohh maybe the tofu, and buy food rations for an entire battalion of Hungarian soldiers. (why Hungarian? Hiak hiak.. urmm they might be... hungry? =P) I wish our kids to grow up eating some of our childhood favourite foods too. So that they might know their parents grew up this way, and if they like it, good. If not, well I suppose they would find their own way of life they prefer then.

And last night what i told your sis... i do think its true okie.. I think i fell for you first most definitely, sweetheart... =) When you walked in, I noticed you already and took note of you somehow, though not in some dirty old man way okie... just.... you and the image of you stuck with me from then. Even from then. You're irresistible. Truly.

Sigh... turned my head left a little bit. A friend wants to say hi. Scarlet Pimple says hi. Bleah =P

As I was coming home from the market, I suddenly felt I wanna tell you some Fraz/Rhos story. It's beeen sooooooo soooo long since I last told you one, or sang for you right... Heh... so sorry sweetie. Hee... never mind, these are all I like to do, so while it might have disappeared for a while, I assure you it will be back, and I'll be most delighted to keep it up.

Jialat... I think you're entirely right about what you wrote about V's room. The bedroom scene alone was enough to inspire me to do the same for my room. Endless shelves surronding all the walls. And the music!!! I dunno who sang it etc but I tell you, yes I love it too. And man, I've always wanted a ... sigh word eludes me, what's that machine called? Anyway I've wanted one. They used to have one at the Burger King at Kallang Leisurepark I think, and we used to drop sacks of one-dollar gold coins to play songs. Sonmehow they were mainly Bon Jovi songs, sheesh.. Ahem, I'm feeling a very strong desire right now to go hmv to sweep the jazz cds. And I do mean sweep okie, you wanna go with me? It would feel so sinfully good. We'll get a basket, walk and then take 2 seconds to decide if it's nice or if there's even a song we like, and if there is, we'll drop it into the basket without a second thought. It has to be frivolous and nonchalant okie, stylo... So... wanna go with me? =P

I feel awake. Alive. Yes, it may be a humid day today but I look forward to it, sweating and all. Lol... Most importantly, I look forward to spending time with you, seeing you, and getting to go to church with you.

Alright... this is the last of the post... have to go soon if not I'll be late too... Today 26th of March is also the horrible day which.... my leftover double cream expires =P

Jelly anyone?