the mudpond

It's good to let things breathe in your imagination because often your initial response to it is not the best thought-through response. I savour little glimpses of life. Mine and those of people who turn me sideways and around. Friend or stranger. Even a child. (the world looks different from down there) Sometimes an author, photographer, artist. I let things saturate and incubate here. Hopefully, deeper meanings can percolate up and flower.

Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

A stray cat.


Holidays and yearrghh!... mallbrats

We’re in the midst of school holidays. It’s even the Agung’s birthday today. There will be lots of sales going on.


Money may not grow on trees, but it spits right out of the ATM machine. There's an endless supply available for shopping, fast-food lunches, pizza for dinner, and a million of whatever constitutes the latest fad.

Goodie - for retailers and folks who own the malls, cinemas and amusement parks. There’ll be lots of families with money to burn and time to kill. Shoppin’ till they drop and eatin’ till they burst.

**In the malls there will be… ... wailing babies at the crowded ladies section where there’s a 70% price slash... ... pimply dink teeny-boppers whingin’ and whinin’ about how they have nothing decent to wear and why they simply must have that RM200 slip of a skirt.

**At the Food Courts and fast food joints… bawling, screaming toddlers raising an awesome stink... rolling on the floor, throwing food.

Meanwhile, at the supermarkets…let ‘em rrriip!!... shitty little terrorists run amok with trolleys, shrieking and squealing… up and down the aisles...

In the parks and amusement centres where Kids Rule!!! ... Kamikaze kindykiddies with anger issues.

Yeah, and at the movies… surly adolescents kicking the back of your seat… if they are not whizzing around the mall in heelies.


Now, don’t get me wrong. I do not dislike kids. At least not most of the time. In fact, except for the veggie-slinging mini-thugs who always seem to occupy the next table at restaurants, I usually tolerate kids just fine. Nothing beats cradling a newborn mewling under my chin, and smelling her/his soft head. I even love fidgety, smart-alecky, motor-mouth 2nd and 3rd graders.

Look... :D

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But there are some kids who really give new meaning to the word brat and parents who make the doormat look like it had a spine.



Blogger Lucia Lai said...

er... did you link me correctly? that link goes to the PPS blog thingy. maybe you meant to link to the toilet rolls on strike post?

the 2 kids are cute. are they yours?

4:44 PM  
Blogger thquah said...

Holidays with my kids around nothing beats that.Nice photo you have there.

6:59 PM  
Blogger percolator said...


rite-o. errata. corrected. thanks.

mine? sorta. :)

your kids look like nice kids. Our own kids are always nice. Nobody else's kids can beat our own kids. Other people's are always devils.. j/k. I know you know what I mean. :P

4:12 PM  

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