Living Everyday Like Its Saturday

Woke up abruptly at 5.30.. Wasn't sure why, tried climbing back to dreamland but its not happening so i got out of bed and went to my baby sitter's house. (its just across the road) The sky was still dark. Couldn't remember the last time i repeat this routine of waking up before dawn. Schoolers were packing up for school while i had nothing to rush apart from reading the papers. "oh, mahathir's on front page". Like i care. " Real Madrid lost!" damn. Finish the whole stack when its just 6.30. Hm, it would have been boring to kill time by rolling back to bed or just continue reading the Harry-Potter-sized book so i decided to walk to the market and have a "saturday" for myself.

Saturday for me WAS a casual routine-less day. It could be as spontaneous as possible from going "marketing" to basketball competition or extra class but all in all it would just gush me with this sense of pressure less feeling. So as a start, I dressed myself. If 5 would be the full-attire of dressing the best, 2.5 would be the dress-up rate for going to the market. Yea it might not sound necessary but actually from what i see, almost everyone gives a 2.5 dress up just to go buy fishy-fishes or picking fruits. hm?

Walking alone was too much to be a habit already. I've got to say that i do have a faster walking pace than others. Just feels bad when i find out that I'm again walking 10 feet away from a bunch of peers if that chance come to happen. Arrived at the busy market within 10 minutes and found that comfy spot on a plastic chair outside a coffee shop. Just love the "early feeling" and the fact that so much early birds are chirping under street lamps in darkness dawn! wow! haha.

The day gets brighter as i sipped deeper into my coffee cup. Everything here's just so familiar, from the aunties selling veges to the shopper-by's that just might know my name. haha. Wonder how will i build all these familiarity once again when i settle in a new area.

The sight of aunties chit-chatting their heads away just add into the Saturday feeling. Wonder what do they worry about at all? I bet it'll be nothing like mine-"when will i get a job?", "what da*n course should i study??"... I use to admire my baby sitter's cats, seeing them drowsing each day without the need to worry or even think bout finding food. Guess aunties are the same too. They get out of bed earlier than anyone, gets the best oxygen of the day, wiggle their asses to the market and start bombarding topics on which house dropped durians or who's son went to Australia for studies... They might just worry bout stuff like "what to cook for lunch?" or "how much money did they spend today"... ok where am i heading..haha.

Actually, everyday's a Saturday for me right now. Clue-less of what to do; have options on whether to get up before the sun or let it sign my buttocks; whether to go to school kepo or just find some friends out for play; whether to read a book or watch pirated dvds... I know days like these ain't so meaningful but its definitely saying goodbye in a few months time. And there will i be back into the rat race of rushing forward like there's no ending. So, for the meantime, i think I'll just let go and enjoy life itself. The monotonous life like everyday's a Saturday :) The life of a market aunty :)