Tuesday, October 09, 2007
I'm a tad late. But better late than never no? So happy 15th birthday my little brother. Though 'little' is hardly appropriate now.
Last night, we cut joey's cake at about 12 midnight. After that, i decided to stay up the night to do revision since i got up late that..afternoon. Haha. So it was about 4am at night when sudden joey came up behind me, his jaw in hand. His lips unmoving, he hissed 'Yeni, there's something wrong. It's damn pain.' And i was scared, cause his eyes were shiny. I mean, this is the (birthday)boy who twisted his angle jumping down steps (laughing), and getting his arms trampled on with spiked boots (or whatever fancy names rugby shoes have). I gently ran my hand along his jawline, and it was what i can only describe as dented. If i said i was freaked out then, it's a gross understatement. I was like, 'what the hell did you do?'. And he said, ' I duno! It's fucking painful. I can't open my mouth.' So i brought him to my mum's room. All this while, he held my hand. I switched on the lights and said, ',mum, there's something wrong with joey.' She jumped out of bed and starting giving instructions. Help him change his clothes, bring yewi to school, don't let him touch his jaw. In abt 5mins, my dad was reversing the car out of the porch, heading to the hospital.
They came back at about 5plus. Apparently, he dislocated his jaw. Yup, while he was sleeping. Hahaha. He was probably grinding his teeth or something, but the doctor thinks it's stress. I don't really see a link, but ah well. So my dear little brother missed his literature paper, and he's so happy about it. Now, one side of his face is swollen, so we call him 'fat face'. To get back at all the times he calls us fat. Haha.
You see, throughout that whole incident, I was acutely aware of two seemingly insignificant details.
1. He was holding my hand.
It was so sweet because though small, that gesture made me feel needed. Coming from the tough guy in my family, it was so special. And i felt so..big sisterly. Haha. Such a cheap thrill, i know. And i was so touched because i was the first person he looked for despite me being all the way downstairs. Haha. Gotta love that boy.
2. My mum's.. readiness.
Honest, she JUMPED out of bed. As though she knew it was going to happen. In my whole life, I've only woken my mum up twice. Once when i was 7, the second was last night. When i was seven, I woke into her room and didnt even switch on the lights. I think i couldnt reach the switch. Haha, i'm not sure. But it was the exact same reaction. I tapped her and groaned 'mum..' and she got up immediately. I was like 'stomachpain..' and she rubbed that oil thingy on my tumtum. Something about mothers, or at least my mother. Perhaps she's extremely well-trained, what with having four very accident-prone kids. Haha. It's like she doesn't really sleep, always prepared. It's very, comforting. Yeah, though in a very selfish way. Really makes me wonder if i could ever be that.
Haha. Lately, my mum keeps telling me that she can't wait till Lini and I start working, so that she can retire. Haha. You hear that linsypoop?
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Quick update.
Well, my life really revolves around papers papers and more papers. I'm chained to the study table almost every day. Sounds kinky huh. Haha. About 13 days to that start of O's. I can hardly wait. Then i'm good and free.
My results have been, improving. Slowly but surely. So that's a good, encouraging thing. Oh and whoever's been asking me for my olevel time table, go see jeann's blog. She's put it up. Haha.
So, it's really the last last stride.
Still cant believe its already october.
I want my single single digit.
And I think I'm going crazy thinking about it.
yeni posted at 12:34 AM â¢
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