Sunday, November 16, 2008

finally a sunday night that i'm not dreading..

no more 6.30 morning alarms ringingg that annoys me so much that i feel like throwing my phone out the windows.
no more lectures where my eyelids would feel so heavy i need toothpicks to keep it wide open.
no more tutorials in stuffy classrooms that make you feel dead drowsy.
no more sleeping early FOR THE NEXT MONTH!
ahhh... the bliss of holidays.
only drawback are the homework...
curse holiday homeworks!

just came back from newton circus where i witnessed the most amazing thing this week.
a group of ang mohs, consisting of around 3 families,
which meant 6 adults and a dozen or more kids were having their dinner there.
my family happened to be seated jus a table in front of them,
and our entire dinner was accompanied with live action of kids playing TAG,
yelling and screaming all around us.
i'm actually beginning to understand the sorry life of being a playground,
because i so felt like one.
halfway through our dinner,
my aunt actually yelped.
no it wasn't a cockraoch or a rat,
but a toddler, no older than 2 years crawling under the table
amidst discarded prawn shells and chicken bones.
their parents had another 97182378271382783 kids to worry about,
so not much attention was paid to the poor girl.
i wouldn't be surprised if she actually picked up the chicken bone and start gnawing on it,
thinking its her chewing toy she has at home.

then while i was sitting there observing this interesting lot of people,
one of them mom starting bouncing her little girl up and down her lap.
then, she picked up her glass of beer, and took a huge gulp down.
after placing her mug down, the little girl picked up the mug and followed suit!
and her mom simply glanced at her, coo-ed gently in her ear,
and went back chit-chatting to her other fellow moms.
i stared and stared and stared..
the girl was no older than 3 years.
even at the age of 18,
i don't think my mom would allow me near any beer.
talk about the open mindset of americans.

[[ why not? ]]

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