I don’t normally like to handle kids, especially those from the age of 5 and above. Below 5, cute. Above 5, pain in the ass. In church yesterday, I was just standing outside the nursery room and the kids were being noisier than usual. So I went in to have a look. Huah. Monkeys. Seriously. Screaming, fighting, gay hugging each other, 7 to 8 kids were jumping on the table.
I looked over at the sunday school teacher and only 3 or 4 children were listening while more than 10 children were running around. So i tried to help out. Broke up some fights between them. Identified a boy who would go around hitting people for no good reason and then start fighting. Well, he tried to fight back. Let’s just say he tried his best. NIce effort. But a 5 year old against a 21 year old. You can picture it. Me holding his 2 hands above his head. He tries to kick me. I use another hand to hold his legs. So hes left hanging in the air.
Of course there were nice kids too. Put sweets in their mouth, soak it with their saliva, chew on the wrapper and then say, “Uncle, please open this sweet for me”. Me smilingly say, no problem. Thinking, even all the dettol in the world cant get rid of this slimy shit. Uncle? haha. Somehow I like it.
Anyways, I approached the sunday school teacher and offered to try and help control the kids. From next week onwards, no more fun for the kids. Whoever fights or screams is gonna get a 10 minute time out in a separate room under the supervision of Mr Ezra Lee himself. How does that sound =D. Maybe I wanna help out, or maybe I just like kicking asses. Yea, I know. I cant pick on someone my size. I am a coward. So imma just pick on a sure win opponent




(my sad car after virginity taken)





( Special thanks to Sabrina for doing this for me)


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