all about my brother

i don’t know where qieqie is. not that i don’t bother… but the thought of that he really doesn’t want to be interrogated and i don’t want to interrogate… not that neither he nor me doesn’t care about each other and we couldn’t speak to each other like we are blood-related (i can’t help being cycnical here), but we have a different set of priorities and we don’t come to consensus.

mum fumes that he wasn’t this dedicated during my aunt’s funeral. wouldn’t follow the family to bidor for the funeral – allahyarhamah’s wish to be buried there – but he did went all the way to jb hitchriding an ambulance – sehelai sepinggang – to accompany his hip-broken girlfriend to the hip-broken girlfriend’s mother’s funeral. he hasn’t returned home since last monday when it all happened.

he’s a fifteen-year-old nomad. a high school dropout. not a care in this world. good to know he has a backup plan of taking cooking lessons at taylor’s college if he doesn’t make it in pmr… but not that he doesn’t have any other better options… not that he is financially-deprived… not that he is literally living in a shoebox…

 

he doesn’t have the love…?

why did he throw away all the love that was showered upon him… why does he wants it any different… why does he seeks it from others…

no disrespect towards the girlfriend’s two tragedies in three hours and living through the trauma… i know it would be the hardest thing to go through… the trauma of being robbed, taken as hostage, scared and scarred for life… may HE blankets the girls and their father with HIS MERCY to go through it …

 

as for qieqie… i’m sure the girlfriend appreciates it that much he was there… but she still doesn’t owe him anything. what will happen of him if he doesn’t first set his own life straight… talk to mum, make an appeal to the skool so he can sit for his exam… try some remorse…

 

 

try some remorse …