and he said, dig your ears

morrie said, if you’re feeling down, shed a few good tears and that’s it.
it isn’t nice to drown in self-pity.

long story not so short.
big brother.
just got home.
without keys.
natasha.
was home.
with keys.
natasha was sleeping clueless.

ring ring!
brother called.
he was waiting outside.
he was angry very angry.

complained he waited for 1 hour.
i thought he was being humble.
he actually waited 1 hour 15 min.

checked my handphone.
approx. 40 new messages waiting.
every one of which if translated through a human mouth, would be a mixture of screams and screeches galore melodically strung with vulgarities spoken beautifully in every existing language.

and 3 new messages contributed by father that said
‘abang is outside the house’

so
fight…
fight…
fight…

i cried yes, i cried.
big baby.
that’s what my brother calls me.
baby.
but i cried just for a while.

but i thought it was natural human error to not be able to hear when you’re asleep.
i can’t control what goes into my ear when im zombie on my bed.
obviously brother didn’t take it well.

but it’s not his fault.
i woulda been just as pissy.
thank goodness when he was sober enough he started talking sensibly.
apparently he’s not the sort who likes wasting time.
doesn’t like waiting.
has a quick temper.

point noted.
should remind him to bring keys next time.