It Poured Inside...

I was watching this programme on Channel 8 @ 8:00pm, titled, A* Planners

This series is about helping individuals to surprise their loved ones by giving suggestions and bringing them to shops or taking up a hands-on crash course using their hands whereby they've never done before (ie. drawing), etc..

Well, tonight's episode was about Elder Bro and Younger Sis. Elder Bro would be leaving to further his studies in another country. And he wants to give Younger Sis a surprise. To show that she is not forgotten, that he appreciates the things Younger Sis has done for him (ie. washing the plates or mopping the floor..) and Elder Bro wants also to capture the feeling that they shared when they were young (playing, cycling, etc...).

I started to cry out while watching the episode. My tears couldn't stop flowing. Why??

It was because I was thinking of my own Brother.

I cried coz I was thinking of the times we spent together when we were young. I wasn't around since he left Primary 6. Cos he had to stay with my dad and his new family. I saw less and less of him. Blah Blah Blah.. And I recalled the earlier conversation I had with him on the phone. He wasn't rude. But it was more of what he said. Of course I know it is his hair and not mine. But I meant well. I really did. I merely gave him some suggestions. I didn't say no, cannot. All I said was to check with his girlfriend if there would be anymore free hair color sessios available. And if so, to get the student hairstylist to color the rest of his hair in the same color / to have some streaks here and there, instead of just the fringe. It's to blend and make him and his hair better looking.

Well, I guess I was naggy and was trying to control him. Hey, I'm not that old. I'm only 10 years his senior. I had bleached my hair before - say sometime last year. And my hair color was like sooo LOUD!! Thank goodness my present boss and company isn't fussy on that.

I quoted my Brother the example of my previous bleached hair color. And I explained to him nicely. But...........

I'm not a old fashioned girl. I had been through what's he going through in terms of parents' understanding, our quarrels and arguments with our parents, relationships, friends, etc. And I brought and quoted him my real life examples. The do's and don'ts. I would even tell my parents of their faults as well as how they should have approached certain things or topics. When my Dad / Mum argues with my Brother, I would tell and explain and reason to all parties involved of their rights and wrongs to the topic in heat. I don't do sidings - I don't side blindly. I do reasoning.

I do not need my Brother to say that he loves me and adores me. I do not need my Brother to buy me presents for my birthday - He could just remember and wish me (I was so damn HAPPY that he and his girlfriend bought me 2 boxes of chocolates for my Birthday a couple of days ago..). All I ask is that he appreciates and listens to my suggestions. All I ask is that he think about the things that I've said to him.

I praise when praise is needed. He's overall a good boy, you know?? He doesn't smoke. He doesn't drink. He doesn't hang out at some shopping complex for hours doing nothing. He's also a quiet boy. Good and Bad. I would like him to be more outspoken (in the good way) - not to keep things to himself. To express his thoughts and his feelings and not bottle them up. He needs to be more exposed to people - different kinds of people (good and bad ones). So he would be able to judge who are the ones who are nice and who are the ones who are hypocrites. Blah Blah Blah..

Just a little thought - Would my Brother do something to touch my heart? Would my Brother ring tears of joy to me? No, I'm not mushy here. These heart-warming gestures do exist (other than Boyfriend and Girlfriend relationships (ie. Brother and Sister relationships, Parents and Children realationships, Teacher and Student relationships, Boss and their subordinate relationships).

Why.... Didn't any one of you notice how Happy I was when I wrote that he cooked me porridge when I was sick?