My little brother is "the best". I just paid 250 worth of his first month piano lesson fees and now I'm broke. There goes my pay for Sunday class. There goes my food and transport money. These days I walk home from the train station so I could save some. All this and I get a "Kak, your drawings are really, really, really ugly" from him and a "Please buy me those biscuits" and "those cakes" and a "Oh yeah get me some Snapple too." He's having a major examination this year and I don't even see him study like he's supposed to. I get home and he just finished watching 30 episodes of some romantic Korean drama. Like some couch potato. No. Like some freaking addict. I could scream at him but here he sits beside me reading every single word, snickering and telling me stuff like "It's not 250, it's 212.60" and "I didn't want Coke I wanted Snapple" and a "Also post up this pic of me you took the other day." So yeah, screaming won't help. Thanks, little bro. Thanks a whole lot for being appreciative.
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