My 3 Jerks

For now, I have nothing to write about.

But I do have something to tell. Bhahaha which requires me to write it down here. 
Or in this case, to type it down.

Do you know the word "siblings" ?
oh screw that, do you UNDERSTAND it ? 
I don't. Well, at least, not before this. 

If people talk about their siblings, I would always remember the ludicrous things 
my brothers have said and done to me.

The annoying birthday presents they got me, the bad timing they took to piss me off, the words they sputtered when they got so angry at me, the glares and the punches that i took and even gave some too when we thought we were fooling around which turned into fights.

Yes, those ludicrous moments.
I have 3 brothers, so the fun never really stops.
Did I say fun ? I meant torture.

I hated it. I hated their very guts when I was still sailing that boat.
But now I realize, how much I miss it. And I bet I'm gonna miss it even more pathetically when I get older and older by the day. Huuuhhhh....

It really lightens up my memories.

It's like I've painted a lot of things on my canvas of life and they throw in more strokes with too many of other hideous colour, which in the end, makes the painting even more beautiful.

How cheesy. 

That didn't even count the other stupid yet wonderful memories those jerks gave me.
Maybe some of the times were painful to bear but there really were times when I enjoyed our fights and quarrels. But the fun times were the best times.

The times when we played UNO in the car and everybody flipped when the cards fell as the game was getting good. The times when we all ran in the rain and got scolded by mum, when we helped dad wash the car just so we can go to a great place during school holidays, when we tricked that bellboy in Melaka saying our room was on level 10 rather than telling him it was just on level 1. 

Ahhhhh.... good 'ol times, huh ?

What I'm saying right this very moment is the very thing that my friends' older sisters and brothers are thinking about as they slip into their wedding dress and leave the house to surrender their being to the people they devoted their lives to.

I guess it's what all of us would think of when we get older and busier with our lives as we leave home and our memories behind to build a home of our own...

Why ?

Why won't you realize it now ? Now, when the sun is still bright and the birds are still sleeping ?
Capture the moments and keep the memories in your heart, not your mind.
Don't wait for tomorrow when all you have is today ?

Hey I'm just saying, okay ? Who knows when we'll die ?

So seize the moment, spend a lot of time with your beloved ones, especially your family.
Your mum and dad, your siblings and even your maid, if you have one.
Because one day, when you think back on these memories, you would never say you regret not having time to spend with them.

"Don't cry over spilt milk", they say. Because it's no use.

Don't wait until something bad happens to them, or you.
Don't wait till one of them say they have some serious, incurable sickness.
Don't wait till you've done something so wrong to them and needs to apologize.
Don't even wait till the next celebration that requires the whole family to come home.

Need I say more ?

You don't need to do big things with them, just small little things that will matter to them.
10 minutes of UNO or badminton or even ps3 when you're free.
Share a bucket of ice cream with them while watching tv when they're feeling down.
If you have siblings that are married, then try calling them once in a while asking anything.

It's always so simple but we humans, tend to make it hard.
With the egos and the shyness and the "no time"s and the "i don't care"s...

Put it all aside, before you really do have no time for them.