I went to KLCC today and had a blast.. Great food, great company, I couldn't have asked for more.. Thanks, FI :)
Sometimes I think my mom underestimates her children.. Well, I don't intend to sound like a brag, but sometimes she just doesn't entirely believe in me and my brother, T.. It just struck me that since T left to Penang for a degree, he hasn't called home even once, except for the occasional messages asking for us to send him some stuff :P But yeah, I've always known that he was independant, especially since he's the man of the house since my dad left.. So it sort of makes me wonder why my mom looks so despondent whenever I talk to her about him.. Maybe she didn't expect him to forget about his family here so easily..
I know T can be an ass sometimes, but I know that he has something special in him.. At home, he's the most disrespectful jerk I've ever known, but at school, people look up to him so much that he got elected as head prefect :P Which makes my mom even more puzzled as to how she managed to bring up such contrasting personalities in an 18-year-old son.. I suddenly realized this when I sent him a message this afternoon, and the only reply I got was "I dunno.. I have to go play football now.. Bye2.".. Well, OK, so what's the big deal with guys playing football in the afternoon? The thing is, he never plays football at home because my mom sort of expects him to be home 24/7.. (Which he doesn't really stick to because he likes to sneak out a lot but since my mom's busy working she never notices.. But his excursions are more towards jamming studios rather than football fields..) So when I got that reply, I was thinking, "Wow. My brother's growing up." :P
OK, maybe you guys think I'm weird now.. But knowing he's playing football some place far from home just confirms that despite my mother's fears, he is doing fine there.. Honestly, I miss my brother so much.. The house is so empty without him.. Now, there's only 4 women and my youngest brother living under this roof.. I know Z's tried to comfort me so many times, but the truth is, I don't feel safe anymore.. I don't know why I feel like this.. It's not like T was that dependable in the first place, but now that he's gone, I just feel an inexplicable anxiety..
BTW, you wanna know why I messaged him this afternoon? I remembered that my father's birthday is tomorrow.. Wait, let me put that in a more realistic term.. My dad's birthday is in 60 minutes as of this post.. And I only remembered a few hours ago.. Darn, I'm so disappointed at myself.. How could I have forgotten about it? And how did my memory reboot itself merely hours before the real date.. Gosh.. I happened to be at KLCC when it happened, but the sudden realization just stunned me that I couldn't even think straight enough to actually buy my dad something..
You see, I've always planned ahead when it comes to birthdays.. Sometimes I would've had a birthday present wrapped and ready weeks beforehand.. But I must admit, that applies only to a select few whose birthdays I actually do remember.. And one of my biggest regrets is not remembering my chaletmates' birthdays, among others :P
But my own dad? That's way over the top, isn't it? I know I can be very forgetful, but, gosh.. Not only am I disappointed, I'm actually mad at myself for letting this happen.. Well, OK, so it's probably not the end of the world.. I still have time to buy him something nice before I see him tomorrow afternoon and he wouldn't even notice that everyone in the family actually forgot about his birthday :P
But if I were in his shoes, and I found out about it, I know I'd be deeply disappointed.. I mean, wouldn't you?
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NHA at 4:00 PM ::
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