Today we went to Ahma house to offer joss sticks...
Then on the way to her house on the car something occured to me.
For a Child like Child A who is now, let's say, about 18 years old, she is very clever, well-educated and she is a lawyer.
But as for Child B, she is not stupid. But she dropped out of school in Sec 3, maybe, and now she is a hawker or something.
Child A's parents love Child A very much. Child B's parents do, too.
I'm not saying that a lawyer is chao good or that a hawker is chao bad. If it was you who gave birth to a kid, you will love it so much(unless it happens of some "incident" and you wanna kill the child, oh - so cruel.). You will be thinking: Oh, this is my child! My flesh and blood! I carried him/her in my womb for like 9 months or so.
Child A is the serious type. Child B is the rebellious type.
Okay, think of yourself as an investment. Your parents invest all the money in you for studies or for whatever is good YOU want.
Child A studies hard, whatever, her parents never force, she has a good job.
Child B, well, being the rebellious a rude girl she is, she anyhow anyhow do the exams, and just pass. She was SO rebellious, she dropped outta school in Sec 3. She set up a shop - a Char Kway Teow shop. She thinks her char kway teow is oh-so-delicious, but, no. It is horrible.
Child B's parents were very sad when she dropped out of school.
While Child A graduated for her degree, that was one of the happiest day for Child A's parents.
Think, if you were like Child B, don't you think you are just saddening your parents? You'll be such a bad investment. No, they're not trying to take you to earn money.
If you are like Child A, good.
Unfortunately, like the lazy child I am, I know this but yet, I am a mix of Child A and B.
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One day...
I was walking on the streets of New YOrk.
I was at the Central Park.
Suddenly...
It started snowing.
I sat down on a bench at a round-about.
I LOVE SNOW!
Suddenly.
I turned around.
Directly opposite, was another bench.
Guess who were sitting on it?
It was.
Guess.
Hello?
GUESS?
Okay, okay.
It was.
Wait wait... gimme some time to think...
who would be the PERFECT Couple?
Hmm...
Mr. A -- Ms. L?
No...
Mr. B -- Ms. L?
No...
Ms. J -- Mr. J?
No, don't look suitable...
Ms. H -- Mr. B?
No way!
Ms. C -- Mr. D?
No, she hates boys...
EH?
CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING...
Oh yes.
But of course.
Ms. S and Mr. *Unknown*(aka Mr. U).
Who:
S:
Cute.
Cool.
Pretty.
Nice.
Kind.
Funky.
Mr. U:
Cool.
(SORRY! CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE BUT THAT!)
Where: New York, Central Park
When: Year 2010
What:
Okay, so anyway, being the kaypoh person I am, I listened to their conversation, secretly, hiding behind a - a, well, tree.
So then suddenly the snow became reeeeeaaaaaalllllllyyyyy heavy. But not to the extent that it'll bury a tree.
Mr. Unknown(aka Mr. U.): (Puts coat around S, the coat wraps S)
S smiles, looking at Mr. U.
S: It's been many years, huh.
U: Yes. We're all, um, sixteen.
S: Yeah...
Me: (thinking) Oh, I shouldn't be listening. Curiousity killed the cat. Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm not a cat. I am a part human part witch, like Sabrina the Teenage Witch, just remembered, there's an episode on Sabrina the Teengae Witch today. ARGH, missed it.
S: ...
U. : ...
S/U.: So...
They stop immediately.
S: You say first.
U.: No, ladies first.
Me, muttering: Why they keep on tun(1) tun(1) tu(3) tu(3) de...
S: Er...
U.: ?
S: Wanna go for a cup of Mini-Melts?
U.: I was going to ask the same thing. Okay, let's go.
Me: I am SO kaypoh. Better cast a spell to make myself invisible.
Nothing is impossible,
I am absolutely unstoppable,
Oh, make me invisible!
Editor's Note: Sorry, my poetry is not very good.
Immediately, I am invisible.
I followed S and U. to the Mini-Melt stall.
S: Hi Mrs. Baker! I want a Mini-Melt. Choccolate. Is that okay, U.?
U.: Yes.
Mrs. Baker: Here you are. This one's on the house. Have a nice day, dear!
S: To you, too!
S and U. share the Mini-melt.
Me: Why use different spoon! Share one!
I zapped the spoon. Mr. U. dropped his.
Mr. U.: I'm so clumsy.
S: That's okay, I'll share my spoon with you.
So then they finish the Mini-melts.
U.: Do you remember... Mr. B?
S: Yeah..
Mr. U.: You used to like him?
Sara: NO WAY! I TOTALLY HATE HIM.
Mr. U.: Oh. Yeah. Right.
Soon they started talking and the topic slowly turned towards the topic of BGR.
--- To be continued.
I'M SUCH A GOOD ROMANCE STORYTELLER.
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