1. 7pm on bus 754 from Glen Waverley to Stud Park: "Pick me up now!" Asian boy retorted into his cellphone and that's all he said before he hung up. My guess is, he's probably speaking to his mum. Er, okay...what's your point, you ask? My point is, manners and values aren't race/ ethnicity-inclusive. It doesn't matter who or where; it's about how and what.
2. 1pm in Kimchi Grandma Korean Restaurant at Carnegie: "I don't care what the f***, man. I don't f***ing care. They can f***ing do whatever the f*** they want..." Well, as much as I love using somewhat perturbing adjectives to glacé what I say, this is waaaayyy too much for me. I was in the restaurant for one hour and you bet I've had my annual dosage of hearing the f-word for the coming one year!
3. 5pm along Turramurra Drive: "I saw the girl that lives in that white house over there and she's so hot!" said boy of not more than 12 years old, I reckon, cycling with 2 other friends around the neighbourhood. Who says the male species only get horny after puberty? This pre-teen boy's libido is gonna give Pfizer a run for its money.
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