when i got to elias mall, i'd gotten myself milk tea from the bubble tea shop before making my way back to house. was passing by sheng siong when i decided to get myself chocolate-flavoured soya bean, my second favourite beverage after good ole milk tea.
was struggling to carry the 6 boxes to the counter, and had lingered by the cashier digging out my coins to give her the exact amount of cash.
once all was paid for, i happily took the plastic bag and made my way back to house, stopping to pet jenny on the way despite having so many things in my hands.
had only drank one box that day, because i hadn't wanted to waste the soya bean. i made sure a maximum of one was consumed in one day.
and i had done such a great job. this morning before leaving for mad jack with my younger brother, there'd been 3 boxes still.
when i got home after parting with him (he had gone to the basketball court afterwards to play with his friends) i was surprised to see only 2 left.
i knew it was my older brother, but i dismissed it.
and now, i skip towards the kitchen, looking forward to continuing with my book while slurping on chocolate flavoured soya bean. i don't bother turning on the kitchen lights because i know what it is that i want.
alas, i don't see any boxes of chocolate flavoured soya bean... i squint my eyes, but... no sign of them. slowly, i look at the dustbin by the sink.
two empty boxes of Vitasoy, sitting in the little basket, waiting for me to scream.
but i don't. i regain composure and trot towards my older brother, sitting casually on the platform couch.
"asal Naqib minum Vitasoy!?!?!?" my voice betrays my calmness.
it urks me to have him looking up at me so innocently before he answers calmly, "dua aje per."
AAAAARGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the inside of my head screams. i keep calm on the inside and i just stomp off to my bedroom, trying not to bang the door.
here i sit, unleashing all my anger onto twitter. i'm so pissed! my hard-earned money spent on the chocoyabean, yet half of it gone to someone who doesn't even deserve it. i'm so angry right now!
he's always at home wasting his time away, while i'm the one who takes initiative to go out and buy beverages or snacks with my own money. and yet he consumes my purchases!? unforgivable! despicable!
and now i have nothing to drink while reading my book!
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this was how happy i'd been before realizing the cruel fate of my hard-earned Vitasoy.
want to hear another similar happening, some time back? this was all the way in 2010, and a little fact: it was what made me discover the joys of walking.
it was during fasting month, and both my parents weren't at home to provide for us, so i being the only girl was responsible in the cooking of our break-fast.
the first time i'd done so, both my parents had given me a Kinder Bueno White as a reward. i was so damn happy and had put those in my secret place in the fridge.
there was this one time when i cooked for both my brothers. but they hadn't eaten at the dining table with me. after a grouchy (and forced, i must say) "thank you", my older brother had brought his plate to the living room to watch tv while he ate.
as for my younger brother, he had disappeared that day. he had gone to buka with his friends, if i aint wrong. but i had still cooked for him because i hadn't known.
in any case, there i sat, all alone at the dining table. i cried, you know. i couldn't stop crying. i was so upset. i went for a shower after eating, and wanted to lie in bed while eating my Kinder Bueno White.
and guess what, both of them were gone! i could've sworn they were still there before i went for the showers. i got so damn angry, you know, i was so pissed. and then i started crying.
i went for a walk afterwards, all the way to my then foster brother's house (which was the younger twin). i really couldn't stop crying; i was so upset.
i've always been there for my brothers. but they're never here for me.
did you know that each time my parents scold me and beat me, they would just look helplessly from the sidelines? either that, or they would pretend nothing's going on in the background, or they would shut themselves in their respective bedrooms.
such losers.
truth be told, i must say; i consider myself the strongest among me and my brothers. they're both wimps.
well yeah, that's just what i'd like to think.
honestly, my older brother has always been stealing my stuff. not just food, but my money as well. i still remember when he took my 20 bucks , two years ago... i had bawled my eyes out. and that wasn't the first time.
the first time he stole my money, in big amounts, had been when i was 12 years old. he stole 15 bucks, if i ain't wrong. and i was so upset. but my mother never did anything to discipline him. she just said she would pay me back.
and did you know? back when i was in primary two. he took a book of mine, and when i found out, i just took it back and returned it to my bedroom. he had the cheek to call me a thief!
i'm grateful for some things, though. 1. the fact that he didn't steal from my parents or little brother.
2. the fact that his friends had never harassed me. (he's always sneaking in some in the wee hours. i know, because i'm sneakier than him.)
i shall go down to EM later on to buy more boxes of chocolate Vitasoy. i really don't want to read without drinking any.
how i so badly want a mini fridge in my sanctuary...
is it older brother or elder brother?
here's a picture of my brothers, for the record.
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