A Cure For the Lonely Heart

Part 2: A Continuation of 'Part 1'

                        ..So anyways back to where we left off. It was quite nice. The memories of my early childhood days where we spun Beyblades against each other, played marbles, Pokémon cards, Yu-Gi-Oh cards, Hide & seek and tag. Yup. We don't just hangout to fight one another during our breaks. That would be ridiculous. We have to have variety sometime now & then - don't you think? Oh yes. I forgot one last thing: we loved to role play different characters from a variety of shows. (usually anime shows) Not to mention we sometimes implement roleplaying characters into our pretend fights. A combination of what we find intriguing enhances its appeal so it was great being who we were and also what we do best - having fun that is.

                        If you asked me how hot the weather was back at my home island - which is Taiwan I really couldn't tell you exactly how hot it was since it was so long ago and my memory isn't as sharp as it once was when it was still quite fresh to me. But what I do know is that the climate there may roast you like a turkey for thanksgiving dinner. Since there's no snow to be seen anywhere during the four seasons. During Springtime, it felt like summer. Very damn hot & humid. So you could imagine how summer actually felt like. Like you were in an baking oven that's being turned on for use maybe. Autumn felt like spring. You could only tell it is Autumn due to the leaves falling from the trees all around you that sort of thing. Winter was cooler. But not by a long LONG shot if you ask me. WInter basically felt like Autumn (all this is compared to Canada's four seasons mind you) with no snow to be seen, touched or anything really. Just less humid and a little bit more drier with the wind carrying a chilling breeze through the air itself. All I can say is the temperature never dips below zero  degree celcius that's for sure. Not to mention it wasn't ever even close to a zero degree celcius. If I were to give an estimate, I'd tell you that spring was somewhere around twenty-five degrees celcius; summer was like thirty-five degree celcius; Autumn was slightly cooler. But not by much. About twenty degree celcius and winter's lowest temperature it gets is only around ten degree celcius. I guess that wraps up all the info on this particular subject.

                        The meals I had as a kid from way back then differs to a pretty huge scale to what I usually eat now. Dorayaki aka yummy buns were pretty much my favourite delicacy for every meal in my daily nutritious filled days. I purchased 'em anytime I felt like it just for some quick bites. You can probably google it up if you don't get the picture of what it looked like. But I guarantee you however or whatever it looked like - it was one delicious bun. I purchase sandwiches from the sandwich stands outside for breakfast as well sometimes. Freshly cut triangular egg sandwiches. Those are also quite tasty to my likings I have to say. I order the same toppings for these sandwiches mainly because I just couldn't get used to the taste no matter how many times I had savored such taste. But partly it was because I'm not one to try new toppings to my food. Not back then and not even now really haha. I guess you could say that I'm a picky eater and that hasn't changed during the time I grew up. Probably one of the only things that hasn't actually changed at all since my mental/physical development. 

                        What else do I eat for meals? Hmm.. Fried onion rice was something I remember eating as a Preschooler during lunchtime. The rice was great. But what I didn't like was the freshly cut onions in it. I remember how much I disliked onions then & even now I still do.. and no. It's not because of the fact that onions make you cry or anything like that. It was all because of the sweet taste in onions that my tongue just couldn't register as real food. Always makes me want to puke at the sight of them - even more so if you told me to put them in my mouth & taste them before swallowing them whole. Really to be honest, I have vomited before due to such forceful incidents involving my Preschool teachers shoving that junk into my unwilling mouth. Though not long - shortly soon afterwards, my mentors would all give up due to such unfortunate accidents where I barfed all over the floor. (yeah. Bare with me on this one. Didn't mean to make it sound so gross or for you to picture something so nasty) Ok. So. I just remembered a nice little story I'm gonna share with y'all (yes it's like a story within a story. Get it? haha) this is probably gonna get me off topic here for a bit but here we go: So one time in preschool, I couldn't finish up some leftover fried onion rice I had due to the fact that I was pretty damn full. Couldn't swallow anymore bites. I wasn't a big eater back then either. Not like you knew that but just telling ya how it'd kill me just to get a single bite. (an overly exaggerated sentence but oh well. You do get the idea. No need for me to clarify every detail out to you) There's also another guy with me. One of my preschooler friends - who couldn't finish off the leftovers himself. Yes. If you were to ask - we all had the same meals in Preschool. There is a cook in our Preschool that cooks for us for lunches & snacks that sort of thing. We eat breakfast at home before coming into the "educational building for toddler kids". As I'd like to call it. But ok. Back on the mini topic at hand. One of our preschool teachers came up to us and told us to finish up every last scraping of food in our bowls. The both of us whined and told her we couldn't meet her expectations as our tummy just couldn't take anymore fried onion rice. Giving her the quickest impression that should we be force fed, we'd empty our stomachs out much quicker that way - through the mouth obviously. Which definitely wouldn't be anywhere near a pretty sight that's for sure.

                        That's when she decided to take us outside the main building on the stone porch steps with metal railings. We were looking at where she was looking at - from a distance in front of us, there was a garbage can just around the corner near a metal fence - which had the sun glinting down on the surface, making it quite blinding to see what was really in front of us. She told us to walk all the way to that garbage bin and dump our leftovers inside of it then walk all the way back to the spot we were standing before. So we did just as she ordered as we made our way to the blinding garbage pall/bin whatever you wanna call it. But something didn't felt right to me. I looked into my bowl and back to the bin the whole way there. I exchanged some nervous glances with the buddy beside me. I'm not sure but we might even have given each other some reassuring smiles that everything will be quite alright after this. That no trouble would come to us. No consequences were to haunt us later on. But even then I still was uneasy about the whole thing. My gut feeling told me that pretty much the whole way there. So there we were. In front of the smelly cylindrical dump. Radiating pure heat from absorbing and storing the heat from its metal base. Not like that matters though. I watched as my buddy beside me carefully scraped his bowl of leftover fried onion rice into the black seemingly bottomless pit full of bad smells with an sour expression on his face using a spoon to do so. I looked into my own bowl thinking this really isn't a great idea. I decided to hold onto that feeling of uneasiness. But I couldn't quite put a finger to as what was bothering me so much. As my buddy began to shuffle back to where our homeroom teacher were waiting - across the basketball court that was right beside the main entrance of the Kindergarten, I was still deliberating. I deliberated and deliberated. For a few seconds at most. Finally, I took one look inside the oozing darkness and then hesitated just as I was about to dump everything inside my bowl in it. I held back at just that very moment. I lowered my arms that was carrying the bowl of leftovers and then walked back to where I came from - catching up alongside my buddy by a few strides. To be honest, I didn't really know what I was doing. Why I held back and didn't dump the stuff in my bowl to that trash can. At least, not until we came back right to the spot our instructor was waiting. My buddy (I forgot whether he was to my right or to my left - but that doesn't matter right now. Just a trivial detail - though I tend to like to tell as much details as possible from my dim memories of my past making it as interesting as possible and a bigger deal than it seemed) looked at me sideways as if questioning why I still had my leftovers with the bowl holding 'em to it. I glanced at him once - but knew I couldn't come up with an absolute answer. So we walked in silence. Trying not to look at each other as much as possible. In my mind, it was quite chaotic. Knowing I had disobeyed what I was being told to do - I was sure punishment awaited me once I went back with what I had before. So I held my breath a little than breathed out. Trying not to stare at the ground making it seem like I was really guilty of something. So I had my head held in front of me - staring straight ahead. Just so no-one else catches on - even if it was for a few seconds longer, that I probably screwed up and wished that I had made a quick decision to dump my bowl quickly into the trash and get it over with before walking back like this.

                        Everyone in our kindergarten knows what happens when we do something that deemed to be bad behaviour to the teachers there. Many of our punishments included standing up against the wall, sitting in your desk isolated away from everyone else's desks, or hands held in your back. But one of the worst of them all was the handslaps we get from a handslapper. Those really hurt us even if it wasn't done as hard as one could. Another one would be having parents called in should the childlike behaviour continue.(even though it's quite normal for us to have such behaviour being only children and all) But ok. That's enough about our punishments back in Kindergarten I think. Rewinding back to where we were before..

Yup. A cliffhanger for now it is. (Hard to admit it, but I wrote too much for this part than any other parts so far. That's why. Sorry peeps!) To be Continued on Part 3..