our street

our house is surrounded by two schools. one across our house and the other is a house away from ours. every morning, during school months, whether i like it or not, i wake up to the sound of children's early morning chatter, mothers convincing (i.e., nagging) their kids into going to school, tricycles trying to race each other in bringing the kids to school and all other kinds of noise you can think of. and worse, all these happen before 6 am.

our street, during the school months, is at its busiest, littered with all kinds of vendors, all trying to lure the kids into spending their baon. they sell all kinds of stuff like cotton candy, scramble, chicks, spiders, pabunot, sago, banana-q (or cue?), etc. i think our house is one of 2 houses left in the whole block that doesn't have a store in front. but that didn't mean i didn't have dreams of having a store in front of our house when i was younger...my mind is still tickled by the thought of endless supplies of chocolates, candies and junk food!

and at 8 am, if i'm still not awake by that time, i would definitely wake with the sound of the magtataho, shouting at the top of his voice, "TAHOOOO!". on some days, i would shout back too if i want a glass of taho. and even if nobody wants to buy taho, he would still stop by in front of our house, shouting, tempting us to buy from him. he would stay there for a few minutes until he's convinced that nobody was buying. and he does it every single day, school days or not.

and now, it's almost 6 pm, i could hear the children again passing by the house. their chatter is more animated, their laughter more pronounced, with shouts here and there, oh and the tricycles, still trying to rule the street. and the best...or worst...part of it all, my room is the only room in the house which is beside the street to experience all these.