My (Not So) Little Brother

Once again I just plain old feel like writing. And as usual, I have nothing to write about. Sigh. So I'll see what comes out of my head as I go along. As always. I suppose everyone's sick of me by now. Sigh.

Let's talk about.. My brother. Sir David Paul Fernandez. Master crapper. Unbeaten boozer. Super irritant. Guitar maestro. Protector extraordinaire. Laziness defined. And all around typical Malayalee male, i.e. thinks he's right all the time. Lol.

The fact that he's bigger than me now doesn't help either. Sigh.

Don't get me wrong, I love my baby brother to bits. So much so that I have a VERY hard time saying no to him. And he knows it, too. Unfortunately for me. I usually end up doing precisely what he wants me to do - after I kick up a token fuss, of course. The dude has me twisted around his little finger all right.

What makes it particularly difficult is the boy is intelligent. And good looking. And talented. And he knows it. And is not afraid to let you know that he knows it. He's so analytical with every situation that I sometimes forget he's human. Then he surprises me and gets hurt about something. But then, I never know if he really IS hurt or not. Gah. Bloody confusing!

One good thing about my baby bro - he's got a protective streak. I remember once he wouldn't even let me go get an ice cream by myself. Weeha. I'd be tempted to call him an MCP (male chauvinist pig), but that'd be stating the obvious. There really is no denying who he thinks is the smarter, more intelligent, brainier, more sensible, better sex *rolls eyes*

Oooh! I get so mad at him sometimes with his "better than thou" attitude. But heaven help me if I'm able to resist the begging he does when he wants something. "Che.. please la che. I don't know how to do!" or "Che.. You're better than me at this la. Do for me la, che.. Pleeassee?" And he'll do the whole wide-eyed, innocent thing. And me being the big ol' softie that I am, will do the Master's every bidding. Sigh. I only have myself to blame, I guess.

But when it comes down to it, I don't know what I'd do without him, irritating pest or not. I sometimes want to strangle him, but I wouldn't trade him in for anything in the world!

Well.. except maybe a golden retriever. HAHA. Ok. Not funny. I'll end now. Goodnight.