though i have tons of work to finish up, but i just wanna say something, type something, and leave something here.
was talking to mom the other day about brother and my childhood..
some of the really close ones will know that i grew up in a family which is not very rich, with dad working in a company as a technician, and mom as a housewife as well as a freelance sewer. dad will always leave the house early in the morning before sunrise but making sure that he will wake us up and make us finish up the hot milk/milo with milk that he made. mom as the housewife will then make sure we have breakfast in the morning before sending one of us to school. i cant really remember how she used to send brother to school when i was younger, as in, did dad send him to school before work? or mom send him to school while i am still in bed because she cant probably leave me alone at home when i was like 4 years old (brother was 3 years older than me). brother and i are not in the same shift during primary school as either one of us will study in the morning and the other in the afternoon. so well, mom will make us healthy meals and make sure we dont choose what we like to eat. therefore, most of the time the meal will consist soup, vegetable and steamed-fish. in the afternoon, i will have lunch at home and mom will pack lunch for brother and make sure she reminds me to bring it to brother (if he needs to attend extra lesson)before bidding me goodbye at the school-gate. sometimes when i have extra lesson after school and brother is unable to bring me home-packed lunch(because at the later years, all the students attend morning shift lessons), dad will bring it to me instead(when he worked night shift, if not my mom will do the job personally). after the final dismissal from school, either mom or dad will picked us up, though the later years, brother took over the job to make sure i reach home safely. because mom used to be a chinese educated student with rather low education(till secondary 2), she used to monitor our chinese homework, and make sure she gave us additional work of learning new words and meanings. on the hand, dad was a english educated student(till sec 4). however, most of time we dont really ask him much about our english work except sometimes for mathematics. i remembered myself as a very hardworking little girl, who started doing homework once home instead of having meal or bathing. so, if dad is in the morning shift, he'll be home late at around 10 plus. dad is a very homely person who dont have much entertainment with his colleagues and friends. he dont smoke, dont drink, dont gamble(except new year), and dont have special contact with women except mom. once home, mom will prepare his meal while he took a bath. then after dinner, dad will help out with mom in whatever ways in order to rush out mom's sewing job so that the family will have extra income. we are not rich in a sense that every end of the month, there wont be much money left. however, everytime after the exam period, mom and dad will reward us by bringing us out to places like haw par villa, zoo, beach.. etc. to have fun. though in my memory, i cant recall those moments, but i always remember that my brother and i never tried roller coaster in our younger days because the adults feel that it is dangerous, and i always ask for a beach outing with grandparents and uncles as well as parents, as a birthday wish. as kids, we always do atrocious things to make adults go crazy. i am always the more rebellious one up till now as compared to brother. i used to steal mom's money to give treats to my friends and buy unncessary things like stickers, cute erasers.. etc. remembered once i stole lotsa coins before going to school, but very unluckily, while pulling out my purse from the school skirt, all the coins dropped on the floor. my blood froze immediately because i knew what was coming then. mom's role is always the discipline master, and i got the most punishments. worst of all, i was once caned with 4 bamboo canes and 3 tailor-rulers all bound together, on my naked butt. to think of it, the situation at that time was really scary because mom will close the windows and door so that our neighbours or people living in the opposite block wont hear my screams. dad will be the one rubbing oilment after the ordeal(though mom also did that before, however, tearing). dad never really beat up brother and i except once i got a complain from school and dad got so angry after talking to the teacher, so he used the umbrella on his hand to whack my thigh. one of the reason that dad dont beat us up is because once my brother did something really naughty(dont remember what he did though) and father whacked him with a wooden tailor-ruler. the ruler broke into half and brother's arm bled. mom got really angry because dad is really too much, however, she understood the fact that he's a man with greater strength afterall, and that's the reason why dad dont interfere while mom disciplines.
remembered something stupid and funny that brother and i did. when i was still in baby-chair, i used to follow what brother does and he knew it. once, he mixed the chilli in his porridge and i imitate him. what follow next was i wailed and screamed so hard that mom and dad ran out of the room panicking, but the 3 of them laughed real hard at my stupidity. the other one was, i am a very curious person, and so, in order to know how hot can a iron be, i pressed my ten fingers on the iron. haha. the last incident was, mom left the room to wash something in the kitchen. brother and i were watching a horror show in the room, with me hiding behind a carton box. suddenly, the ghost in the show peel its face and it's all bloody, i got so scared that i ran really fast(so fast that my brother said that i should take part in a 100m race) to the kitchen and looked for my mom.
as time passes, all the kids grew up and adults older. some no longer cherish the kinship and happiness that we used to have. sad, isnt it?
