I'm craving for beard papa's famous vanilla cream puff.
it has been 3 days in a row when finally hubby green light says go.

we planned to take the mrt since we thought Sunday isn't going to be pack.
furthermore, time check, 1400 hrs.

unfortunately, not only did the sun shone at us.
the mrt was so jammed pack that hubby and i manage to squeeze through with Dan right before the door closed.
since there is no vacant seats, we're left standing with me carrying Dan whom won't stop wailing till he has his milk.
i looked around and saw most seats were taken by younger generations whom is given a pair of legs but make it looked disable.

i do wonder, what is the purpose for these trains to put this sign up.
" please offer this seat to someone who needs it more than you do".
apparently it fell on deaf ears or the partially blind ones.

i thought the end of my day wasn't going to be as bad as i thought.
oh boy was i wrong?
we took the train home after alighting at orchard and managed to indulge into the yummiest delicious most popular cream puff.

like unexpectedly, we're kind of surprised that the train back to khatib is pretty packed.
seriously. unexpected.
so we board the train and again i was left standing.
do these people are partially blind or purposely made themselves blind?
because I'm now pregnant for 6mths plus and my belly is like going to burst and I'm left standing with me carrying my kid?
oh god. just help me.
i thought my knees is going to break on me.

when finally i thought god do answer my prayer, there's two vacant seat by the side, this one fat pig Chinese guy rush over nearly pushing me off and sat there like nobody business.
and if he's fucking thin i can apologise to that.
to the oblivious he sat at both vacant seat.
because he is damn fucking fat.
he slept like a pig.
oh my god.
i feel like fucking yell at him.
but wait.
I'm pregnant.
so i just kept quiet because mom says whatever i blurted out may have effects on my baby.

lesson learnt.
never be nice to people.
especially these Chinese maggots.
it's time and again.

i fucking hate you Chinese.
call me racist or whatever the *insert blank* for it.

there. i blurted out my anger of the day.
hubby was right.
he knew I'm going to blog over this since i can't yell at anyone.
hehe.

smart you.