I'm currently munching on fried sotong heads on a stick that I bought from Old Chang Kee. Yummy.

So, nothing's on today. Just typical school, again. I can't believe myself, sometimes. I don't know how I do it but I'm just too nice. And I'm not saying this myself actually, some of my closest people who know me well would so agree to that.

And... I swear to god this is the bestest nicest thing I've ever done.

On my way home in the MRT, there was this caucasian woman with her, (possibly) two-year-old baby. And the baby just kept crying so freakin' loudly. Until I could hear her through my full-blasted music.
The baby was on the pram, facing me. The mother was like, trying to give it milk but the baby still cried. So, I made this sad face at the baby. :(
Then she didn't cry but still sobbed. Then I grinned at her. :D
She had this straight expressionless look. I frowned back. :(
And the baby totally smiled at me. Now I was the one with the expressionless look. Then the mother kind of asked the baby what she saw and liked. Then the baby pointed at me. I was like... *bimbo, innocent face*.
The mum looked at me and mouthed a 'thanks'. I don't know for what. Probably she's thanking me for not making her go running around like a mad dog due to her child's cries.
I just smiled back and the baby clapped her hands and pointed at me again. Gosh, that's when I decided - I am a total ridiculous freakshow for babies.
So to prevent further paiseh-ness, I bent down and literally entertained her. I don't know, I tickled her, I played high-fives with her. The typical things that make babies happy. I felt like I was the mother, not the caucasian woman. -.-'
But the baby's reeeeaaaalllyyy cuuuuteee. With her blond hair. And blueish-green round eyes. How could you resist?
And aww, a few stops later, they had to alight and the bad thing is...
The baby cried again when she was being pushed away from me.

Labels: I hope her name's not Lilly-Ella or Lexie. :|