But I am just pondering.
The other day, I went to Melaka. My brother was accepted to a university there. He is now taking Diploma in Mass Comm.
By the way, I MUST congratulate to all of those who are accepted to pursue their studies anywhere of their own choice (whether they like it or not) and also to the their family who must be proud of them.
My brother is two years younger than me. He's pretty much a good friend of mine but he's rarely there. I mean, we talk, usually before we sleep or in the car or when he comes to my room. He's too busy for anything. Even though both my dad and my brother will NEVER admit this, I dare to say that they are pretty much the same person. They are BUSY. Like GUY busy. Like bees. They pick up the phone all the time. They text all the time. They meet people for work or fun most of the time. Accept the hygiene part and also the ability of being tolerable part.
Other than that, I shall say, like father like son. I suppose.
When my brother was accepted to this place in Melaka, I was shocked. No, the whole family was shocked. He was VERY late for the interview before. His strength must be at the interview and co-curriculum parts. I don't think they care about his results. People say that he has his own charisma but hey, I am the elder sister. I am his boss.
I helped him through the process of him getting prepared for Melaka. Both my parents are worried of him. Me too. We think that he might be incapable of handling influences or peer pressure. I know my brother; either he influences people or he gets influenced by people. I had to control him at times when my dad has his fight with him or mom pities him or something. Like I said, I am the boss (sure, my dad is my boss then).
Being the eldest is hard. When I see everybody worries and struggles about my brother's 'journey' to Melaka, I started to feel that I really am made to be the eldest. Why was I really independent when I first left home for boarding school? And I went through those thrice. Not really, degree must be the fourth time. My brother needs A LOT of help.
I was not jealous of the attention he gets during those days but I was quite impressed of myself, of my independence. Anyway, I am proud of my brother. He is such a disorganize, messed up and crazy teenage boy. I think God must love him so much that he always get through things like challenges are pieces of cake. (Tapi kau memang kuat solat so aku tak pelik la weyyy)
Like I said, I am the boss.
True story.
footnote: I don't know what is the point of this post. Seriously.
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