Me, my brother and our childhood memories

All my mails systems have failed.

My MSN refuses to sign in.

And so I am stuck blogging again.

Grrrrr....

Anyway, back to the topic.

When I was reading Van's latest blog post the other day, you know, the one about her childhood memories and her popping off Barbie dolls' heads and going OhmyGod slash? Haha... okay, coming back...

When I read her post about her childhood memories, it just got me thinking about my own. And well, as far back as I can remember, most of my childhood memories were spent with my brother and for the first few years in my life (before I went to Kindy A) he was my teacher; in everything good and everything bad mind you.

Well, one memory I can't remember, but my mum told me about, was when I was a really really young kid. As in maybe one year old or even less. What happened was this...

No adult was home. At that time, my maid went home and my mum was at work. So that leaves my dad as the lone adult at home, taking care of us young kids. We, as in my brother, my sister and me, were outside in the living room, fooling around. Not so me. I think I was just sitting around or something and my brother was playing. And then, for some reason or another, I started bawling my head off (hey, like I said I was one only!) and my brother got really annoyed with me. My dad was inside the sitting room, just metres away from the living room, and being really absorbed in his book. So he didn't hear me crying. Apparently, nothing was done and I kept wailing my head off. Then my brother got really mad with me, snatched up the really hard tissue box and whacked my head with it.

The edge of the box, the sharp edge, made a dent in my forehead and of course, I bawled even louder. And when my mum came home and found out, she scolded my dad (for not taking care of us properly) and my brother (for being just plain mean. lol) And well, that dent in my forehead remained with me throughout my childhood years. Until I grew up and the skin just regrew over that dent. So my forehead looks normal now. lol

Like I said, my brother was my role model a.k.a mentor when I was growing up. And when I was growing up, I tend to follow whatever he did. So one fine day, my brother decided to have a little wee wee and being a kid and a guy, he didn't go to toilet. But instead he went to the lawn right in front of the doors to the house.

I saw him. And like I said, I followed everything he did. So I went outside too (I also wanted a little wee wee lol) and stared at everything he did. He took off his pants and started to ease himself on the grass. Me, being the utter and complete idiot and not realizing that I was a girl (at that instant in time!!!) took off my pants and started to ease myself on the grass too. By the time, my brother turned around to look it was too late. I had wetted myself all over already. And of course, the maid/ my nanny came out of the house in the hullaballoo, thought my brother was the one who had forced me to ease myself on the grass and scolded him like hell. Ehe, I know it was my fault okay?!

Growing up was one of the best times for my brother in some ways I guess. He could easily manipulate my naivety and my gullibility. When I was young, I really loved Casper. You know, the TV show that goes, Casper the friendly ghost? Yep, that one. Anyway, I used to watch Casper day in day out and my brother got really fed up with it. And when I was young I was afraid of everything a kid was. Like ghosts, monsters and the like. And being a complete dumbass, I didn't know Casper was a ghost so I fell in love with him and his show. When my brother found out though, you guessed it, he told me that Casper was a ghost and freaked me out. From that day forwards, I never watched Casper again.

And I remembered the time I watched Jurassic Park with him. It was at night and my brother switched off the lights to 'add to the effect'. We were watching the movie in our parents' room and for those of you who's come to my house, you know that my house is located right next to a small forest. In my parent's room, the forest seems even much nearer. So anyway, the curtains were drawn ( I think) and the room was really dark and scary. And we two little kids were watching Jurassic Park. I was frightened out of my wits. My brother was amused beyond belief because he had plenty of chances to scare me throughout the movie. Everytime a dinosaur appeared on screen suddenly, he would go "BOO!" and pounce on me. Of course I screamed like I was going to die. And being a really stupid idiot, he managed to pull of that scary BOO act on me like five times. And I screamed louder each time. Aikzz

And remember the time when the movie of that freaky and killer clown was released? The clown called it? The movie was also called IT by the way. rofl... Yeah, I was so freaked out by the movie. I never watched the movie because I got too freaked out by the introduction. Anyway, from that point on in time, I believed all clowns were killer clowns out to get me the next chance they had. At about this time, the Royal London Circus came to town. So my parents brought my brother and I to watch it. And being a circus, it came complete with clowns. And I cowered like hell throughout the entire performance by the clowns, believing that they were going to torture me. I had nightmares that night. And the ultimate came when my mum bought my brother and I two Royal London Circus shirts. On the shirt, is a cartoon picture drawn of all the circus performers including the clowns.

Being the mean brother he was, he kept snickering everytime he looked at my shirt and pointed at the two clowns standing at the far ends going, "Look, that's It the clown!" Of course, the next time my mother put the shirt on me, I bawled my head off, thinking that It the clown was on my chest and with that freaky grin on his face (it was painted on the shirt) he was going to get me when my mum left. When I got older and when my mother allowed me to choose my own shirts to wear, I never wore that shirt.

Ah... those days were bliss (even if my brother constantly preyed on my gullibility and scared me to death for his own amusement) At least, my gullibility started to fade away a little when I went to school for Kindy A. But up until that new stage of education in my life, all the education I ever got was at home with my brother whose constant mission in life (right then) was to amuse himself by freaking me out. Don't get me wrong. There were times when we played with each other nicely (like building an entire Lego city which I did nothing to help him) I still have that photo of us and the Lego city. :D We did get along pretty well when we were growing up. I remember we used to play with the lion head and do the lion dance (not very well I'm afraid) during CNY.

Many people may describe me as a tomboy (even if I never climbed trees and never will unless it's a life and death situation) even when I'm a teenager now. I guess all that has something to do with the influences when I was growing up. You see, when I was growing up (before I entered Kindy A, mind you) I grew up playing with my brother because there were no other kids in the neighborhood. I did guy things with hime, played guy games with him and all the other guy stuff. During my childhood, you can safely say that my brother was someone I looked up to (because there was no one else!! jk jk) besides my parents. Even then, my parents were rarely home as they were kept busy with work.

So, overall, I think my brother did a pretty good job in bringing me up, don't you think?

;)