My favorite boy
Chatted to my baby cousin brother (all of two years younger than me!) for the first time in ages today, and am reminded why I'm crazy in love with that boy. He's the rudest, most obnoxious, evil little tyke on earth!
Excerpts from our conversation (his words):
- "yeah expired story:P"
- "hanahana....damn pro la pro drinker"
- "plz dont make me look as if im an angel"
- "yea but you're too ugly right?"
- "i understand... life sucks..so move on"
- him: (re: a girl) "so lets not make any associations now..later lower my stocks... i'm serious....i realise i dont like her at all"
- me: "your stock already trading very low lah"
- him: "well at least im floating in the stock market, you are like fighting for bankrupty with the court:P"
- me: "*lol* for real... three years no boy... i think i'm gonna have to change that soon! ;)"
- him: "is 3 years supposed to be long?????... OMG"
- me: "all my friends are attached. =/"
- him: "so go find ppl that looks like you... and you will have many many single friends"
- him: "what makes you think i wanna stay with you? ;)"
- me: "kisses to you. *MUAKS*"
- him: "blearghh!!!....."
- me: "huh!! more kisses.... *MUAKS* (just to annoy you!! ;))"
- him: "kk bye... shoo... shoo"
Haha. I so so rarely talk to him. It's been years and years. He's the only boy I ever physically fought with - pushing, shoving, grabbing arms, legs kicking. This was when I was 8 years old, all over a pair of flip-flops. I used to stay with his family for several years while growing up. So really, he's like a little brother to me. Plus we used to look quite similar. And given that I've always wanted to be a boy, he carries all my dreams with him.
I love that he's so rude, the way he's always been all along. Brusque, with his classic awkwardness in expressing his emotions, and a very act-cool front, behind which I know lies the softest heart, a sensible if not the most-disciplined of minds, and the little boy I knew and loved, and quarreled and fought with.
(Okay. I pray he never ever reads this entry. Really doubt he will. But he will soooo kill me for my cheesiness and sappy-ness..)
Excerpts from our conversation (his words):
- "yeah expired story:P"
- "hanahana....damn pro la pro drinker"
- "plz dont make me look as if im an angel"
- "yea but you're too ugly right?"
- "i understand... life sucks..so move on"
- him: (re: a girl) "so lets not make any associations now..later lower my stocks... i'm serious....i realise i dont like her at all"
- me: "your stock already trading very low lah"
- him: "well at least im floating in the stock market, you are like fighting for bankrupty with the court:P"
- me: "*lol* for real... three years no boy... i think i'm gonna have to change that soon! ;)"
- him: "is 3 years supposed to be long?????... OMG"
- me: "all my friends are attached. =/"
- him: "so go find ppl that looks like you... and you will have many many single friends"
- him: "what makes you think i wanna stay with you? ;)"
- me: "kisses to you. *MUAKS*"
- him: "blearghh!!!....."
- me: "huh!! more kisses.... *MUAKS* (just to annoy you!! ;))"
- him: "kk bye... shoo... shoo"
Haha. I so so rarely talk to him. It's been years and years. He's the only boy I ever physically fought with - pushing, shoving, grabbing arms, legs kicking. This was when I was 8 years old, all over a pair of flip-flops. I used to stay with his family for several years while growing up. So really, he's like a little brother to me. Plus we used to look quite similar. And given that I've always wanted to be a boy, he carries all my dreams with him.
I love that he's so rude, the way he's always been all along. Brusque, with his classic awkwardness in expressing his emotions, and a very act-cool front, behind which I know lies the softest heart, a sensible if not the most-disciplined of minds, and the little boy I knew and loved, and quarreled and fought with.
(Okay. I pray he never ever reads this entry. Really doubt he will. But he will soooo kill me for my cheesiness and sappy-ness..)
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