No, i am not angst-filled; just merely making my point after a day full of complete gastronomic desires. I'm just saying that sometimes you feel like you can have your own fun in your own way and you don't have to consult anyone else nor do you need to care what others' opinions about how to have a good time are.
I hate questions like "why are you drinking beer?" when they are intent on getting smashed on vodka or whisky or something else. What do people want me to answer? I drink beer because i hate it, and impress people with an extensive knowledge about where the beers i'm gulping are brewed. Also, i find a belly successful, reassuring and comfortable to have. And I don't like spirits, liquor or people.
Haha, i assure you i am not venting out my anger on anyone; just making a huge generalisation on people. Sometimes they just have to ask it. It just appeals to them like how certain activities appeal to certain people. I don't need a reason to be doing what everyone else seems to be doing, and i don't have to like what everyone else likes. But this statement is not a cavity of reasons by which i would justify any form conduct. I just like to bask in simple pleasures.
Anyway, i've had quite a pleasant day even though it wasnt the best in terms of weather. It was cold and raining all day and night, but i had this arrangement of having lunch with a dear friend of mine, which turns out to be a tea-time appointment. Not that i'm blaming anyone though, but it just makes it a wee bit more tedious walking out in the rain. Besides, Newtown Thai III was already closed by that time we met up and so we embarked on a journey towards The Rocks.
If weather and time had permitted me, i would have gotten me camera along and take loads of pics today, but it was not to be. Had a pre-supposedly 5 minute journey from the bus stop to Pancakes on The Rocks, but the downpour seemed to make it last an eternity. Crap. We were feeling cold, fingers numbed, and my friend's toes were drenched with freezing raindrops and sand.
Naturally, like kids our cheeks were revitalised even though our bodies took somewhat a battering from the bad weather, but i was all smiles and chatter by the time i sat myself down. I had been looking forward to Pancakes for awhile now, it was ages before i could reconcile and rationally pick from all the sumptuous, delightful pleasures. "Devil's Delight" sure sounds like a sinful pleasure, and so does the Seafood Crepe. By the time we were finished, the crowds were storming in, eyeing viciously on the table we sat ourselves so comfortably.
Being kind and considerate, we left, and was out in the rain once again. We stumbled all the way back to the bus stop to catch a bus back to the city, where we strolled into chinatown's night market for some food, again. The whole walking in the rain was taking its toll and decided to warm ourselves in the shopping complex, where we then decided i should get my keys from my other housemate at the Chinta Ria. That meant another distant 20 minute walk in the rain.
It must have been the cold weather that got the food outta my system hastily, and by the time i got my keys i was thinking about what to cook at home. We got ourselves a bottle of wine to go with whatever was on my mind then, by then totally withered out by the relentless rain. The hilly road towards my apartment made us feel like we were making this final push through enemy terrain before reaching home.
Entering home was utter joy. A glance at my fridge and i came up with a carbonara recipe tucked at the back of my mind for awhile; a creamy sauce with bacon and served with wine. What heaven. Food, wine, rain and some company was such a refreshing feeling, it beats me what else could better this. An awesome Friday night, championed not by the rain, food, or wine but the simple contentment of an unintrudable home and a lively breathing soul to bask in these pleasures with. And thank God for it all!
This is probably the longest post about myself to date in any of my blogs! Contrary to the blog post, i have spouted out my nice little Friday night.
