Wednesday, December 21, 2005
today i feel like talking about my brother.
hes such a comical character tt boy. he thinks life is about buying new games and finishing them in three hours each, watching mummies and embalming stuff on discovery channel, eating like a pig cause he thinks hes the only growing person in the family (while he watches everyone else STARVE) and thinking to himself everynight tt the aircon is never cold enough (which is why he turns the fan on as well, then he rolls himself into his quilt like hes the crab meat in a sushi).
just today when i was planning on going somewhere with him, i brought up many rejected suggestions among which included "i know! lets go to central and get ur hair cut!" his reply was he'll cut it next week when he looks like hes got an afro.
he really is a bright, intelligent boy actually. he learns things very quickly and it never frustrated me to teach him the timestables when he was small. (unlike with mohd, but tts a diff story) so anyway, even though hes smart and all, i sometimes wonder if hes just plain immature (still) or he simply has no aspirations for his future.
this morning, he saw me preparing my work for today and he asked me "are u
studying?" with such disbelief and disapproval. so i said "yes, i actually do
study. maybe u should too. then u can be smarter than everyone else when ur teacher actually covers tt topic in school next year. like with ur factorisation."
the story behind factorisation was when i temporarily became his maths tutor last year after Os. i got bored of the sudden nonstudying season so i taught him his sec2 stuff. so yeah. he was a pro in class. like i said earlier, hes smart. so blablabla he got on the dean's list this year.
so back to this morning. "yes, i actually do
study. maybe u should too. then u can be smarter than everyone else when ur teacher covers tt topic next year. like with ur factorisation." he looks at me like im a complete moron who just claimed that mohd is cute. "no!" he says. "if im smart, teachers will expect too much from me. like if teachers expect
nothing from me, when i dont passup my homework they wont scold me" *insert satisfied grin*
*sigh* perhaps i should just
let him rot in his room playing doom3 for the thousandth time. hopefully he'll grow up someday and realise that he has to do something about his attitude.. so in the meantime i'll just live in his gay presence and endure his neverending talk. hes so full of stories and ideas. his favourite thing to bug me with is his 'what if' things.
"sha."
"what if.."
"one day u wake up and u find urself strapped onto a bed of nails and a huge razor sharp blade is about to slice u in half and the only way to stop it is to press the button thats somewhere in between the nails ur legs are on??"
or.
"what if mama is not at home for one whole week, then u run out of underwear?"
"what would u rather have? a new handphone or an electric guitar?"
i thought this what-ing thing dies off when a child grows up. mohd is supposed to be the inquisitive one who questions each and every thing that happens.
curious. veeery curious.
-aysha