2 regular ice blended espresso for my breakfast and lunch is enough to make my stomach go upside down. i went to starbucks to study even though there was all the background noise going on and especially irritating during the lunch hour and after school hour but i could still stick my eyes onto my notes and studied 5 whole chapters!
but still, out of 5 modules, i have only completed 1/5 of them so there's actually a lot more for me to go. yup.
and after studying for hours, i finally wanna go for dinner and we went back to kovan for mac lolx yes mac, i know its a bad choice( but i would rather mac than KFC or BK).
i accompanied ade to wait for her bus and tt was where we witnessed a parent who was embarassed, in public, by her own child.
the boy finished his fruit juice and walked over to the edge of the pavement, wanting to chuck the packet on the road side. his mum screamed at him but apparently, he purposely ignored his mum's call. he didn't throw it on the floor yet but he was intending to- we can see tt. an indian woman saw it (just like us) and yelled at the boy to throw it into the bin pointing at the bin situated at the back of the bus stop. he turned a deaf ear, strolled over to where the bus stop sign is and placed the packet slowly on the floor. like WTH lah, the child is really too much.
obviously we were all curious to see what his mum will do next to her boy.
the mother whacked him with an umbrella after her fruitless attempt to make him throw it at where it was supposed to be disposed.
i've no idea whether i was tt naughty before but i guess i didn't had the the cheek to display such a bad attitude in public. my friend passed her comments to me tt a child should be disciplined at a young age or to change to the worse when he grow older. of cox i agreed.
many may not know tt i used to be a very yucky kindergarden kid who go around bullying a boy in my class.
i would punch, kick, pinch, slap, or degrade him and make a hell awful life for him to entertain myself. me and buddy, we bullied him on the school bus, during play time or basically any chance near him.
i enjoyed doing tt, the fun of making pple afraid of you. i nv tot of how others would feel because all i want was to make myself happy, even if it was to make pple suffer in pain.
but obviously this didn't go on for a long time. the teacher was informed by his parents tt there was marks or bruise and cuts on his boy's body and dreaded to go to school. his parents got him to tell them who did it and tt's was the end of my friend's and my 'happy' time.
we were scolded of cox but our parents wasn't informed. my parents didn't even know how i was like in school. all they know is tt i was doing find cox i looked fine! i confessed my my sinful deed only years later.
the talk by my kindergarden teacher touched me, and i was guilty of what i have done.
i mumbled a soft sorry to him on the last day of school but i reckon he didn't hear it.
may be he did heard me but all i know is tt he didn't turn round and look at me.
i forgot his name and i hope he had long forgot bout wat i'd done. but all tt are still fresh up in my head...
