good food, cute kids, but nothing much to do.
adults shuffle me around, so i kept out of their paths

kids called me jiejie, some called me auntie
they didnt listen when i told them im called princess.
and one called me doraemon, and after a while im known as pikachu.

they crowd around when i was eating, opening their mouths like the seagulls from finding nemo. the adults didnt really care, and its not that i minded.

they hide coloured pencils behind doors, and dragged my hand to make me find them, and then after 1 minute of finding, they just could not help it, and shout 'I GIVE YOU A CLUE, ITS BEHIND THE DOOR!', then they clap and cheer when i picked up the coloured pencil.

we lie down on the bed to tell stories, and they laugh at the slightest things which i wont even smile at, but i laughed anyway.

they pasted stickers on me, and i tried to get them off.
but a pair of hands can never beat 5. ive lost in a rather ugly manner.
but its not that i minded anyway.

they laughed when i sneezed, and even harder when i burped.
they gobbled a&w, so they can do the same. they had fun, because i didnt give them wierd looks like the grownup nononsence adults standing behind me.

prancing around the house in cedar uniform for hours, with a trail of little kids behind in pretty dresses, and digimon tshirts.

with all that kiddy laughter, fancy movements, and lame jokes that lasted till midnight.

its abit of a satisfaction, despite knowing i have a million homework to complete, and a long day ahead the next day.

maybe kids are that adorable,
but if i had a choice, i would like to have someone my age.
not for bowling, nor for pool. but someone i can sit on the grass outside with, to talk about things 16 yr old do.