this evening, I was in the kitchen making my infamous, mouth-watering butter and honey toast, the most heavenly thing in the universe, when my brother comes waltzing in like he owns the place just to smugly see what i'm up to in the kitchen. when he's had an eyeful of my culinary activity, he starts wandering around the kitchen, not leaving.

at first, I was wondering what in the world he was up to. my brother never stays in the kitchen for more than two minutes. he know's it's a magnet for potential chore tasking and such. but there he was, with his arms crossed, and him humming innocently to himself. i knew there was no reason for him to possibly want to be there,

unless he wanted something.

immediately i was on high alert. I really really didn't want to have to spend time making another sandwich because I had my functions tutorial to attend to. so after a last drizzle of my honey on my buttered toast, I set my snack carefully on a small dish, placed the honey in the pantry and the butter in the fridge, so I could quickly make my escape into my room.

as i was painstakingly positioning my butter on the shelf on top of my cheesecake and chocolate syrup in the fridge, I could see my brother holding the strawberry jam jar close to his chest, fingering the loose label gently. his eyes were lowered and he was sighing. I ignored my peripheral vision and quickly walked away before he could 'guilt' me into anything else. at least, I tried to.

'functions namira. focus on functions.'

as I was leaving the kitchen, my brother spoke.

'Kakak... you know, I really really like strawberry jam.'

I remained nonchalant. poker face namira. functions..

'of course you do sweetheart. it's lovely.'
'I could eat strawberry jam anytime I want.'
'mhmm. of course you could.'
'like.... NOW.'

at this point, my poker face crumbled. his innocent facade was wiped clean. we looked at each other with resentful eyes. it all came down to who was going to relent first. it was the battle of who had the most power in the sibling clan. it was a head-to-head war between the eldest, home-work bound, sweet sister and the annoying, spoilt, youngest brother. the outcome was a mystery.

'well, hakim. it's good that you can reach the toaster then.'
'but you are here, kakak. you can make it for me if you want.'
'yeah. if I want.'
'kakak, don't be so selfish.'
'do you even know what selfish means?'
'YES.'
'what?'
'it means naughty!'
'close enough, young one. i've taught you well.'

this is the part where vito power takes place. father comes into the kitchen, an innocent and lethargic witness to our debacle. I thought he was going to come to my rescue because I was the eldest, but I was wrong.

'Namira. make the sandwich for your brother already.'

darn it. with a smug smile, my brother danced out of the kitchen. but justice was not completely unfair.

'Hakim, you stay in the kitchen and help her. why you ask for snacks so late at night? your sister has homework.'



Hakim, if you're older and reading this, I want you to know that I love you and you are the best brother in the world.
but sometimes, you can really be a pain.
when my niece/nephew asks for a sandwich late at night, you'd better make it for her/him.

My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

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