err ben's face is hidden.
anyways.
i'm happy to say that i'm blogging almost daily.
remember a time when i didn't blog for months?
well what's the point of having a blog then?
this morning i was reading a book.
when suddenly my neighbour's 2 year old son started wailing like crazy.
followed by his mother's screams of abuse at her son.
then i heard whacks of cane on skin.
followed by more wailing, all along getting louder.
then she screamed like a mad woman,
"stop crying!"
and piacks of the cane.
and everytime she screamed"stop crying!",
she whacks her kid even harder.
i was getting very irritated by the din they were making.
i was trying to read!
i thought,
how the hell is your kid gonna shut up when you keep beating him.
he was in pain for God's sake!
i like that kid.
he's nice.
cute.
playful.
all the good things you see in toddlers.
a few nights back.
i got off the elavator.
he was there,
he shyly said a 'hello'.
he just learnt to say that.
after that he giggled and ran to his mum.
i said hello back and smiled at him.
he brightened up my day.
i don't understand why his mum is always beating him up or hurling abuse at him.
he's your son, if you're not gonna love him,
why the hell did you give birth to him then?
got hole in the condom arhh?!
even if the kid's in the wrong you could always lecture him or talk to him nicely what.
he's just 2!
he celebrated his birthday 2 nights ago!
c'mon lah, give him a good childhood.
when i have kids.
i'm gonna give them the best.
i think every kid deserves a good childhood.
when they grow up, they get to think back and say nice stuff about their childhood.
like his 3rd birthday, his first attempt at cycling.
his first toy.
definitely not his first caning!
yeah.
to give him the happiest days as a kid
anyways.
i'm happy to say that i'm blogging almost daily.
remember a time when i didn't blog for months?
well what's the point of having a blog then?
this morning i was reading a book.
when suddenly my neighbour's 2 year old son started wailing like crazy.
followed by his mother's screams of abuse at her son.
then i heard whacks of cane on skin.
followed by more wailing, all along getting louder.
then she screamed like a mad woman,
"stop crying!"
and piacks of the cane.
and everytime she screamed"stop crying!",
she whacks her kid even harder.
i was getting very irritated by the din they were making.
i was trying to read!
i thought,
how the hell is your kid gonna shut up when you keep beating him.
he was in pain for God's sake!
i like that kid.
he's nice.
cute.
playful.
all the good things you see in toddlers.
a few nights back.
i got off the elavator.
he was there,
he shyly said a 'hello'.
he just learnt to say that.
after that he giggled and ran to his mum.
i said hello back and smiled at him.
he brightened up my day.
i don't understand why his mum is always beating him up or hurling abuse at him.
he's your son, if you're not gonna love him,
why the hell did you give birth to him then?
got hole in the condom arhh?!
even if the kid's in the wrong you could always lecture him or talk to him nicely what.
he's just 2!
he celebrated his birthday 2 nights ago!
c'mon lah, give him a good childhood.
when i have kids.
i'm gonna give them the best.
i think every kid deserves a good childhood.
when they grow up, they get to think back and say nice stuff about their childhood.
like his 3rd birthday, his first attempt at cycling.
his first toy.
definitely not his first caning!
yeah.
to give him the happiest days as a kid
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