Weekends.

so it's sunday.

and we always start off with golf.

always.

my arm hurts, but my plea goes unheard.

after golf, we eat nasi lemak at the main lounge.

my coach's car wouldn't start.

my dad rushes off to save the day.

we bitch about this asshole who hates junior golfers.

i think we should all give him a good kick in the nuts.

if he has any.

we then visit my grandparents.

in our sweaty, muddy, golf attire.

we then bitch about the chopping down of the rambutan tree.

which has been there since the beginning of time.

or since my great grandmother.

lunch.

we had fish head.

no pictures.

william was messing around with the fish.

which had about a billion bones.

and one of them just had to land in my glass of water.

caught between laughing my ass off and screaming to wake the dead,

i decide to do both.

at the same time.

so between loud giggles,

i complain.

william tells me to quit my whining.

this coming from the boy who yells "get it away from meeee!" when confronted with a spider.

there was this one time,

there was a cockroach on the wall.

right over his bed.

i have never screamed that loud.

not even when i saw a rat in the middle of the road.

with its guts splatted everywhere.

i actually thought it was pretty awesome.

but!

even better.

my neighbour saw an oil tanker skid off the road.

into a ravine.

WOW.

i swap glasses when william isn't looking.

he takes a good, long, gulp.

i love my little brother.