why so crude?

i was having dinner at downtown east when this family of i assume fillipinoes sat at the table beside us... The father was shouting at his son and slapped him across the face. Ouch! The mother was clutching another sobbing child. The father looked damn pissed off. Mum looked equally bad as well... both of them started screaming at their children.

i know it's none of my business but somehow the way the father disciplines his child was not the type that i would agree on. Slapping the child on the face. And it's not some light slapping... i heard a loud piack! ok... damn scary la...

Even a child has self esteem. Imagining being slapped in public. Does anyone care how he feels? obviously the parents don't. I know kids can be naughty but they are born to be so right? like who was a saint when they were young? certainly not me... Even if parents want to mete out physical punishments, i think they should do it in a private vicinity called 'HOME'. in public, stern warning or a glare will do... if the child is really too naughty then slap on the legs/buttocks la... why slap the face?

That family had a pram which obviously blocked the cleaners' way cause they were pushing a trolley. The parents just sat that and watch when an old man was having a difficulty pushing his way through the tables, past the trolley that was obviously taking up space. There was plenty of space available elsewhere... why did they have to smack it right in everyone's path? cow's brain... The father just sat and stared. I imagined he was gloating at the old man having a hard time pushing his way through. Rat's brain...

One poor boy walked past and accidentally hit a plastic bag which was on the pram onto the floor... he didn't know he had accidentally knocked something off but his sister behind him saw it and picked up the plastic bag and placed it back into the pram. you know what the father said? "F*** THAT BOY!!" damn loudly... i was happily devouring my fish and chips and i my instant reaction was to drop my fork and stared at him. "That's the idiot boy" he said to his wife and pointed to the boy... i stared at him and he had the cheek to stare back. since my family clearly outnumbered them. I knew we were gonna be on the winning side even when a fight breaks out. SO, lao niang stared back!

it's not as though the plastic bag was filled with glassware or something. It was some plastic wrapper from Popular... why use such a crude language and on front of the kids somemore.

I wonder how the children will grow up to be like with their dad spewing profanities in front of them like an automatic tennis ball dispenser... i bet by the age of 12, all of them will be masters of profanities. hai~ can't stand the cocky attitude of the dad. My heart goes out to the child.

bought donuts from donut factory yesterday. i was sitting down on the mrt when two kids playing lost their balance and toppled onto the left hand corner of the box of donuts! they dented the box. Fortunately, the part which was dented was empty. The donuts were already in my and huichan's tummies... heng... the rest of my donuts were unharmed. If not i go report police already. The mum apologised and did i say that i didn't even make a sound nor raise an eyebrow? I was shocked la... but then just sigh and accept the fact that my donuts are squashed and forgive. Kids ma... they are meant to be stupid, playful and naughty... at least they weren't drooling anymore...

my heart skipped a beat when they landed on my box k... no kidding... precious donuts! wahaha!

im back

I'm back!!

I've survived prelims...

prelims was... sucky... some papers were going the extra mile to kill us.. like chem. I did not have enough time to do chem mcqs. It was somewhat like tikam tikam. I had to play the guess-and-shade game... wth! i've to brace myself when results come...

if prelims were to continue for 2 more weeks, i bet my life will be shortened by 5 years...

hai...

oh ya! i had a damn scary experience last wednesday...

i was taking bus 9 home when this guy who looked very dazed board the bus and sat beside me. i caught a whiff of glue... not the one we use as a substitute to our saliva so that we can paste a photo of our bf in the sketch book but the one used for industrial purposes. The type which has a strong smell that supposedly make you 'high'.

anyway, that guy kept ducking his head into his shirt which was weird. like who will do that... so i couldn't help noticing him. His expression was weird. It's as though his body is there but his soul is in another dimension. the strong smell of glue was unbearable and made me nauseated. i suspected he was sniffing glue underneath his shirt...

my suspicion was confirmed when that guy was alighting the bus. I saw him clutching this bag of yellow vicous liquid... damn gross k... imagine he sat beside me for 15 minutes. My heart nearly stopped beating. Can anyone imagine? he might slap me to death, punch me in my stomach till i vomit out my guts, or simply force the vile damn glue into my nostrils and i can't breathe thus die... my life was in danger. Yet, i didn't dare move away in case he suspect i want to report to the bus driver and grab hold of my wrists and fling me onto the chair and sit on me... ah!!!!!!! i was so scared...

why do i have to meet such things? Like the other time, i saw a snatch thief emptying his loot at the overhead bridge ...

that tells me i need to buy more insurances. In case...

i saw four guys with long hair. below shoulder length... yuck! i don't like guys with long hair. One of them was paul twohill... eee...whatever...