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Monday, October 17, 2005

Mother To A Child

The Same

Time changes many things, but many things stay at the same time. On 16th October 2005, a nice Sunday morning, I came home from my soccer match almost noon. Like every other day at office, my tummy beckons my tender attention without fail. Typically, it will softly call for me between 10am to 12pm.

While I was enjoying the serenity and peace, focusing on the task at hand, an angry shriek from above shattered the fragile glass facet warding me. It was my neighbour I had never seen or known. She was lecturing her kids and she was very loud! Unfortunately, this sudden audio tremor disrupted the flow of my "Qi" and I had to cease fire. Pearl Harbour was let off with mild damage sustained as the sirens sounded early.

Disgruntled, I listened in to the University lecturer, something I had rarely done in my tertiary years. It was interesting while it lasted. Extraordinary things happen when I needed some peace and quiet most, especially when I am shitting!


Lost In Translation

Here is a translation of the lecture I overheard into corresponding English:

"Go out, go out again! One by one, you all go out. She go out already, now your turn to go out. Everyday also go out - better go out and never come home ah!

All of you all no brains one! Why I give birth to a bunch of kids with no brains??!! You all don't know how to think. You all got no worries one ah? Why you all don't know how to think? I got so many things to think about and you all got nothing to think about.

Pigs ah! You all are pigs ah! I give birth to all pigs ah. All pig-headed children! I am talking to you ah. Why I give birth to pigs? Everyone of them are pigs!"

And since nobody bothered to respond to her, she stopped lecturing them. Maybe they did not bother to even listen. So what is the gist of the lecture? She is a mother pig? Girls just want to have fun? Children nowadays are way too pampered?

I guess its everything and more. In my younger days, I survive on marbles, zero-point and hum-dum-bola; these days are the age of X-box and PlayStations. Just some food for thought ...