Bazookas

stop staring at my boobies.

i think this weekend, i'm gonna go to Pertama Complex and make a customized t-shirt with this phrase.

ever since i gave birth to rashard, i have been receiving unwanted and 'wanted' oogles focused on my hard-swollen-round-milk-producing-boobies.

unwanted from strangers, wanted from hubby. heh!

anyways, let me make this clear to all of u out there.

these boobies are not yours. they are mine, and for me to give pleasure to my baby. (yes darling, you are included)

therefore, you have no right to stare at them.

nope, even if you say that it gives you pleasure.

and i really HATE it whenever i breast feed Rashard.

these people stare like there is no tomorrow.

listen, when i say i breast feed, i don't flash out my boobies for all to see.

i will cover Rashard and my boob with a huge non-transparent shawl.

and no, no matter how you stare, you will never see thru the shawl.

so stop trying.

what is wrong with you?  i'm trying to feed my baby.

the other day, as i was walking out from our surau, this man, who just came out from the men's surau, was seated with his friend while putting on his shoes.

the moment he saw me, his eyes were locked on my boobies.

cover lah sikit, kan bang.

the look on his face was  a mixture of desire and disbelief.

what lah wei?

i don't know whether to take it as a compliment or to sock his head.

would you like it if i stare at your ding dong?!