some things

alright. I know I have been talking about how much I miss my bros and kids over and over again to the point that my blog posts are beginning to resemble Sumiko Tan's column. But I can't help it, cause they're quite a big part of my short life?

Elder Brother (biological) and I had a major argument with mum last week. She interpreted our tone as being pissed with her, and she's upset that she don't know what else to do, when we are not.

It dawned upon me how much it parallels the situation I had with J a few weeks back. I realise I might have been over-sensitive and over interpreted his actions and tones, to the point that damn me, my insecurity didn't trust this brother of mine enough. In another words, I'm doing to my little brother what my mum is doing to me.

I held back my analysis and stop interpreting anything.

But I can't help but interpret today's conversation. Cause it's very much how we always talked. :)

This di of mine is getting older and more matured. He's no longer that playful kid that I need to look out for him all the time. As much as I want to see him succeed, I have learn how to give him more trust and intervene less.