Actually sometime after being stuck in the house for a long time thinking that the house is the safest place on earth, leaving the house for an evening for a fun filled activity filled with kids irritating me can be a liberating feeling.

I am char.

And i don’t like kids because i don’t know how to interact with them and i treat them like adults or at least same age as me because they use pity to gain what they want.

I think i have hurt more kids than i have eaten rice for the past one year.

Anyway it is always like the kid make use of me so badly that i start to cry, then some one tell me to stop him, then i said “stop!” then the kid stopped, and give me ‘wanna cry’ face, then i look like a cruel person. Then people boo me. something like that.

Then i get the bad character in the fairy tale story when i was supposed to be the princess.

But in the end i just turned out to be the maid picking up balloons and tying them up together and run like a mad girl to make the balloons fly.