do you know, that could drive me insane? staring blankly into space and then i strolled around to the outdoor section where i sat on the wooden garden swing and i thought for a moment if i continue like this i'd lose myself in it and become looney. NYJC had a swing just like that! outside the canteen. I recall sitting cross legged there with my other 2 friends who did not know each other, but we sat together, 1 on the ground and chatted nonetheless:) a sweet memory. whenever i return to my position as the toy promoter i feel my youth drifting away because i aint doing anything substantial. when i sit down on the overturned basket I sense eyes staring at me, but oh well so many merely walk pass even without realising theres somebody, me, hiding obscurely at the corner. Today, i'd describe different kinds of children at my play-doh booth. there was a boy who wandered around the toy section who seemed old enough for a lower sec kid. but then he came to play-doh and started meddling around. I stood cross armed intending to intimidate him to no avail. then he rode on the rollerboard, u know the kind without handlebars, just balancing and maneuverring on your 2 feet, whats it called? and banged into a stack of boxed toys which toppled and i shot sternly "excuse me"? and he replied nonchalantly "what? sorry." I wondered if he had been one of those problem kids ive learnt about in social work, or with some psychological disabilities? im consoled that Singaporean kids are so much more well behaved than foreigners. 3 kids that came and created chaos at the booth, one boy mixed all the colours together! and they snatched the playdoh machines and screwed the mechanism with brutality like wringing a towel. hands all over the table. my energy was all drained supervising them im tellin' you. singaporean kids daren't touch anything, they'll await patiently for me to demonstrate, guide and teach. you might say that's too much spoon feeding and non self-initiated. but oh well, they are angels compared to the former who played for its their right in oblivion to the outside world. =( that's bad. there's elitism. Certain children are so well-spoken that i could strike a conversation with them and one older brother even corrected his younger brother's english in a story-telling game. Im impressed! and this Isreali boy shared with me that it is his birthday tmr! so cute. i saw many middle aged uncles and aunties looking at the array of toys with fascination but when they place them back eventually. I know their intention and i really appreciate their love for their grandchildren. While standing idling, 2 male stall assistants began playing on the piano randomly. and it was a comforting respite, away from the CD that replays 100 times a day through the PA system. i thought how sweet that guys could play the piano so well. mind you, they look like ah bengs with brown hair over 1 eye type with a scrawny frame. they appreciate music! reminds me of Jay Chou bu neng shuo de mi mi, and ye qu, and qing tian and qi li xiang... you say they're emo songs but those are the songs that allow me to slow down the days' flurry. his lyrics illustrates life's simple pleasures. when I myself a girl aint musically inclined. but the 2 guys they managed to! for a moment when i relish in the symphonies I thought myself the underdog to them and I was.inferior. What's your goal, AY? I admire them, those 2 pianist store assistants.