Kids

I'm pretty sure everyone likes babies and little kids. Everybody wants to have babies when they are married. I don't get it. It's an overrated lifestyle to love kids. It's not that I hate them, but I can't stand tantrums. I don't like meeting their requirements like serving a king. I'm pretty much egoic, I know that.

Few weeks ago, I went to Pangkor Island with my family for vacation. I have no sea sickness, I'm so sure that I won't be troubled when I'm aboard on the ship. But there were something - someone- that really could make me puke my guts out. The TV I was watching were blocked by a little kid. She thought the stage were used for a concert, she climbed and jumped around like it was her ship. That's when I asked my dad for Clorets and a plastic bag. Half an hour before arriving, she started throwing tantrums. She screamed like a freaking banshee. You can imagine that kind of voice when you're in the ship. Won't you puke?

My mother tried to console her by giving her sweets. As a sidenote, don't receive sweets from strangers. That made her cried even more. When my mom returned to her place, I said , "Come on mom, let's not make the matters worst. My stomach are already acting up." To make matters worse, her parents were trying to 'scare' her to submission, by saying that if she won't shut up, a swordfish will come out and attack her. Bad parenting skills.

It was a living hell for someone who wants to take a vacation. After half an hour, we had finally arrived. It sure feels like two hours though. As I went out from the ship, I made a silent prayer. Please don't let me have kids like this in the future.

The funny part is, all kids behaves like this. Like me.

My neighbour's daughter. Perhaps the only kid I don't feel like burning though.