you will never believe what a terror he was. I mean my cousin. all of you i mean it would probably faint at his behaviour which is similar to that of Frankenstein. :)
From the start of the day, we went to the water park at the rooftop terrace of Lot one whereby there were many kids running around and a superb kid who thought he was acting out "Mission Impossible" rolling around everywhere, darting from one point to another point. He knocked into my cousin which was a sad thing for him. because he obvsiously didnt liked it and tripped him with his beach spade.
=.=
Childish.
then we drove all the way to the freaking East Coast and along the way, he squirmed, screamed and shouted at anything. 3S right.-.-
when we got there he insisted that he was the clever one and dragged me down to the beach to play with him. Being nice, i did force myself to go down, eventually getting myself wet because mr smartie pants was afraid of the water and squirmed about and splashed water everywhere. I was seething with irritation when i went back the shore with my whole leg filled with irritating sand and disgusting seaweed stuck to it.
Next, kite flying. obviously mr smartie pants wanted to impress my mum with his knowledge on flying kites, insisted he wanted the kite and i obviously had to give in to him. MR SP then ran from one end of the beach to the other flying the kite, eventually nearly destroyed because he dragged it from one end to the other, obviously everyone was fooled by his innocent demeanour as he gave me a killer smile when everyone was out of sight.(not literally)
When we got back, I ACCIDENTALLY broke one of his spades and he was seriously very upset by it. Crying and making a din when everyone was about to faint with fatigue. He continued throwing his tantrums and threatened to lock himself in his so called his room.
=.= childish
he's going to be with me for the next 7 days +.=