Yup. i do. well i used to hate him! and did voodoo on him.. but that was when he's alot younger and fatter than. w/o a doubt, super kurang ajar too. guess thats the musthavetogothrough stages of a man's life, a certain trait all Men possess.

i remember those special moments where his foot was on my tummy and my knuckles went directly in between his eyes. all that secondary school vulgarities we never fail to utter to each other. and all that screaming in between sobs that i was good at doing but he didnt really care.

upon turning 16, he's grown. physically and mentally. didnt realise it till one find day, i had to ask him a favour (which of course he would say "LAZYY AhH!!" or "Do yourself ah!!"). Instead of all that, he said "hmm.. okay." i think my heart stopped for like 3 seconds. now, he's 18 soon.. and he's grown slightly better! damn i'm feeling that calm and soothing maternal instincts..

i realised that he enjoys helping me out. of course, i'd ...*ahem* shower him with all that Levis, funky t-shirts, 50 dollar notes and boxers.

take yesterday for example. was out with d and awin. break fast together. i know i've not seen my bitches for awhile now, and yes, i'm all up for midnight gossips. but dad had to work yesterday, practically the whole day and be back after 11, leavin my brother and sister at home. i would in all circumstances apologise to my girls and head home. but i had to ask his permission first. my brother's permission that is.

"ok i'll buy dinner for me and adik"

my brother gave me his blessings! haha. and then i know i had to tell dad the good news and that i've got PLAN B all ready. (Plan A has always been - Huda after work come home, do laundry, sweep the floor, buy dinner, cook at night. Plan B - none of the above)

then later at night, since we're fasting the next day, i had to buy some dishes for sahur. hang out with my friends till almost 11. where can i find a nasi padang stall still selling edible food, u tell me? so i had no choice! i picked up all the courage i have, abit of the shamelessness and dialed for my brother. asked him if he's willing to go get them for me instead at the nearby food court, abt 3 bus-stops away.

damn, i felt that very same maternal satisfaction again when he agreed on it and tells me "ok, i'll be ready in 5 mins". in malay we'd usually say..... "aduh!! sejuk perut mak!"

heehee.