i hate kids. even though a few chosen ones are deemed cute by me, i still hate em. because they are irritating, noisy little buggers and they get worse when they get older. in my opinion anyway. that's why i said i dont want kids ever. for now.
in the train home earlier, an indian family was sitting beside me. the mother was sitting at the end, the daughter, and then the father, who was beside me. and they have a baby boy who was sitting on his mother's lap, kicking and screaming every few seconds. my PSP had a flat batt and i couldnt plug my ears into anything else to drown out the noise. and the father, OMG sits like he's at home, crossing his arms behind his head like he's lying down while watching tv. with the low patience that i have(plus PMS-ed), i seriously felt like screaming at them to shut the baby up, and the father to sit his ass properly. i guess the mother couldn't control the screaming child any longer and passed the baby to the father. OMG.
the boy kept looking at me and smiling. so i smiled back and tried to divert my attention to a lame game in my phone. and then he starts trying to grab my hoop earrings. i kinda held his hand in time to save my ear, and the kid thought im joking with him O_O! and then he laughed. but because he thought i'm playing with him, he tried grabbing me again, this time instead of reaching for my hoop earrings, he grazed my boob! the horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the audacity! alaaaa kid only what, but paiseh you know, got people seated in front of me leh! then he laugh again, and i possibly can't tell the father "eh, can u get ur son away from me? he's trying to grab my boobs." LOL! so i tot graze once, laugh then go away lah. alamak, the boy cannot get enough of my boobs lah. want to grab me over and over again. he was so active that even his father cannot contain him, cuz he kept jumping up and down his lap, laughing and trying to reach for me. but still the father doesn't know what the son is doing to me because he is busy talking to the wife. n***y c***i. i was traumatised for about 4-5 stops because the boy cant keep still. i thought of getting down at the next station but i cant be arsed to wait 7-10 blardy minutes for the next train, and i cant switch places cuz it might seem rude right? so all the way i was just playing catch with kid's hand when he tried to grab me lah. like that also he like. the father just striked up a conversation with me saying that his son is very active lah, etc etc and i dont understand what he said afterwards. and i asked how old. only 17 mths. ehhhh so young already so hamsap lehhhhhh. since the father cannot control him either, he passed the kid back to the mother, and the kid starting screaming again. and she passed him back to the father. then the kid happy. OMG. traumaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! the mother also thinks i'm trying to play with the baby siakkkk.
that's it. if i'm wearing a low cut t shirt(pardon me) i wont sit next to a baby ever again. or perhaps a boob reduction??
in the train home earlier, an indian family was sitting beside me. the mother was sitting at the end, the daughter, and then the father, who was beside me. and they have a baby boy who was sitting on his mother's lap, kicking and screaming every few seconds. my PSP had a flat batt and i couldnt plug my ears into anything else to drown out the noise. and the father, OMG sits like he's at home, crossing his arms behind his head like he's lying down while watching tv. with the low patience that i have(plus PMS-ed), i seriously felt like screaming at them to shut the baby up, and the father to sit his ass properly. i guess the mother couldn't control the screaming child any longer and passed the baby to the father. OMG.
the boy kept looking at me and smiling. so i smiled back and tried to divert my attention to a lame game in my phone. and then he starts trying to grab my hoop earrings. i kinda held his hand in time to save my ear, and the kid thought im joking with him O_O! and then he laughed. but because he thought i'm playing with him, he tried grabbing me again, this time instead of reaching for my hoop earrings, he grazed my boob! the horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the audacity! alaaaa kid only what, but paiseh you know, got people seated in front of me leh! then he laugh again, and i possibly can't tell the father "eh, can u get ur son away from me? he's trying to grab my boobs." LOL! so i tot graze once, laugh then go away lah. alamak, the boy cannot get enough of my boobs lah. want to grab me over and over again. he was so active that even his father cannot contain him, cuz he kept jumping up and down his lap, laughing and trying to reach for me. but still the father doesn't know what the son is doing to me because he is busy talking to the wife. n***y c***i. i was traumatised for about 4-5 stops because the boy cant keep still. i thought of getting down at the next station but i cant be arsed to wait 7-10 blardy minutes for the next train, and i cant switch places cuz it might seem rude right? so all the way i was just playing catch with kid's hand when he tried to grab me lah. like that also he like. the father just striked up a conversation with me saying that his son is very active lah, etc etc and i dont understand what he said afterwards. and i asked how old. only 17 mths. ehhhh so young already so hamsap lehhhhhh. since the father cannot control him either, he passed the kid back to the mother, and the kid starting screaming again. and she passed him back to the father. then the kid happy. OMG. traumaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! the mother also thinks i'm trying to play with the baby siakkkk.
that's it. if i'm wearing a low cut t shirt(pardon me) i wont sit next to a baby ever again. or perhaps a boob reduction??
posted by hisakazu mie at
12:44:00 AM
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