this is like the haley's comet, if you're lucky, you see it once in your lifetime

Its a bit overdue, by 2 days, but you can tell, its a post involving my brother.

I haven't always been kind to my brother, as you can tell from previous posts like family ties, help him get a lifeand crappy brotherly advice

He believes that if anybody read my blog, they'd think I hate him. and true enough, it happened. cue here ;)

Possibly its because this relationship started off rockily. I stole his beloved cot and he had to share his toys with me. I was quite the brat, hence he told me I was adopted when I was 5, causing me to bawl my brains out. Hence, in retaliation, I started whacking him when I turned 7. ( as per his memory, he asked for a glass of water, I smacked his arm and said "GET IT YOURSELF!" I really think I beat him up really bad and he just won't acknowledge it.)

He was such a quiet kid, he'd kill me if I showed anybody his primary school photos. But my mum laughs when I remember him as quiet. She said I must have beat him into submission because when he was a kid, she could not let go of him because he'd just run off. Just like that. Like he was a prisoner free, he'd just zip out. Like Flash.

He was such a map freak since FOREVER. Every single time we went to the airport, he used to go to every single booth and collect every single map of singapore, sometimes, even the same maps. He was christened the taxi-driver in the family. He also knew every capital of almost every country in the world when he was really young. I used to struggle remembering the capital of Singapore WAS Singapore. ( I mean, this fella used to read the newspapers when he was 5 albeit upside down but you get my drift. He was too smart for his own good. He has like a separate comapartment for general knowledge, ( I think that was like one less compartment for sex. no loss though)

Then he used to steal my pillows, and we used to pillow fight. And he ALWAYS made me the bad guy and I always had to die. And he would never play any of my stuff with me. I always had to play ninja turtles with him and the truck. And was he CRAZY about ninja turtles. There was ninja turtles everything. His birthday cakes were ninja turtles, his plates, his bed sheets, it was a ninja turtles infestation. He also had some superman costume that he would insist on wearing. AND he was such a pig in kindergarten, the only time we were in school together, he would never acknowledge me. (this trend continued well on till we were in secondary school. we used to take the same bus once in a while, and we would only acknowledge each other once we got off. and that too gingerly.haha.)

In secondary school, I thought he was an idiot. I also thought his friends were idiots as well. Everytime they came over to the house to use the computer to play command and conquer or whatsoever, there was like this ban. I could not even breathe into the room, like théy'd get cooties or something. oh but I was allowed to come in to bring juice and food for their exalted sirs. And he WAS an idiot. Like i tried to enlighten his friend, probably the one memory I would never forget even if I had Alzhimier's is the memory of his half -bowing down at some half assed ICC competition when his friend won like 5th or something at a singing competion and there was this whole row of them who did the same thing and they thought it was COOL. OMG. I just DIED there. I probably told this to a million people but its TRUE. I DIED.

People say we sometimes sound alike ( like one of his friends who mistook him for me on the phone... like isn't that insulting..esp since his voice BROKE by then. hahaha. but I got over it ) and look alike. its a lie.

He also fought with a girl once to get Captain Planet stickers. He also went through a phase where he thought I should respect him more and call him, " anna"( elder brother). I helped him get over the phase.very fast. I think it involved drawling his name alá Senthil (of Senthil and Koundamani fame) style.

He went to JC and I thought he was mildly cool but I puked when I found out girls found him hot. The concept, is creepy, is still creepy. I have just got used to saying, my brother MAY be hot. ( k la, he is.. abit). But he was somewhat the stud there... but he was becoming notorious ( hahah. the trend did NOT change. :D) And he had terrible music taste then, which hasn't altered much.

but Then he went away. really really fast.

and I miss him :(

I guess, what I'm trying to say is

I smile through the shit you put me through.
Happy birthday, Aravind anna ;)

P/s: Do not scream when you see the wrapper k. Laugh out loud. its the best way to release stress :D