Sunburnt on Tuesday, December 06, 2005
There is this laughable tale of a feud between 2 hawker stalls downstairs my house. The Pig's Organ warrior and the Wu Xiang Xia Bing warrior.
One fine day. A customer came to Wu Xiang and bought something, and the customer decided to buy another MEE SUA. Pig's Organ sold MEE SUA, but without any reason, WU XIANG told the customer that she also sold MEE SUA. All the pent up anger inside Pig's Organ burst forth from her accumulated lava inside her.
This tale was heard from my mummy.
The next thing that happened was indeed a catfight. Quite literally though. They actually fought right under the staring eyes of customers and other people right at the coffee shop. Both warriors were from MAINLAND CHINA, and their husbands, apparently local , stood at one side, refusing to partake in this fight of the century.
One husband was heard saying this : " Aiya, they are all china women, let them fight lor..fight all the want."
Pig organ grabbed the neck of WU XIANG and started strangling her. Woah, and the next thing was oil being poured onto Pig organ by Wu xiang. Obviously unboiled oil, or else headlines will be babbling about this.
ADULTS...or should i say fully grown chao lao adults, behaving like a bunch of rascals fighting for candies. RIDICULOUS.
Went to market in the early morning with my parents. Today my mum took a leave because of my second brother passing out parade. Times flies...(wat a cliche).... It seems not too long ago that my second brother juz got enlisted into the army, and now he is gona be posted to a new vocation now.
This was another day at the market when i actually observed how the lady fishmonger was doing her job. With that petite physique of hers, she could lift off those long heavy colossal fishes and to really swifly bring those chopper of hers down on the fish withfast and accurate strokes. She was the only one at the stall, unlike the other stalls with helpers. She helped my mum prepared the fish by first brushing off the scales, and she was actually doing all these with her eyes focusing somewhere else. I see this as a skilful profession, but i know that behind those eyes, she seemed to be so much drained by the mundane ennui job that she alone has to undertake each day. She was a bit worried that her fishes will turn stinky, and started carrying loadful of crushed ice pouring over those fishes. I always like to poke poke the fishies and i always pay attention to those that are so alive, with the gills still moving in an animation fashion.
This brings me yesterday at my first tuition with Ethel at pasir ris. Mrs wong was indeed a contemporary mother, who worked in a afternoon-weird-timing shift, with a maid, and a younger daughter Ashley. Ethel wasn't that slow in learning, juz that she seems to going through motion for the thing she is doing and she barely rack her brains at all. She can juz give you a plain answer for the sake of answering you. Oh...she is primary 4 next year. Not bad lar..she mum is pretty amiable, much to my relief.
On my way back, i passed by the fishing lake where they are pools of children and adults alike, fishing over there. I wonder how does it feel to sit down there under a shade, reading a novel, waiting for a big fish to get hooked. Interesting.
Nick was out in the sun at
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