I’m glad my bro’s kind of growing up, and he seems to be maturing quite well… I’ve heard so many distasteful stories of spoilt younger brothers, frivolous younger sisters and rebellious teenagers that my heart trembles everytime I envision the rite of passage ahead for him. I think, luckily for my parents, my rebellious streak was effectively curbed by ‘a series of electrolyte imbalance’, with the effect that I rebelled much later, and milder. Hey, I turned out fine I think.
Anyway, just had a late night (super late night) chat with my brother about really cheem stuff… About human nature, friendships and stuff about being a ‘quiter’. My head’s all throbbing now. Shan’t be going to school tomorrow, I’ll devote the entire day to hibernating at the regional library and mug my psychomed notes. Like my Dad says, don’t go to school just cuz you got to go to school, if you can learn more out of school, then just go to school for exams. (hah, my father actively supports my decision to ‘pon’!)
I’m glad my brother has stopped functioning as the ‘door-stopper’, errand-boy and quiet ‘mouse’ staring idly into space with a vague smile on his face… He’s a great friend for sharing stuff, and frankly, I am impressed at certain maturity levels he possess.
I bet I’m the first to say this: younger brothers rock!
