In Continuum.

Infatuation

I booked out yesterday and came home.Of course,it was a Friday,and i went through my usual routine of dumping my clothes into the washing machine,taking off my socks(But not the clothes,though),unloading the stuff from my bag and then,log on to MSN.

A curious MSN nickname caught my eyes,and the funny thing is it belonged to my sister.Her nicknames never failed to bore me,most of the time.I mean,nicknames are nicknames,right.How interesting can they get?Well,there are the ones that are pretty interesting,and sometimes even thought provoking.Darren's nicknames,for examples,have got to be the most interesting ones ive read over the years(What is another word for Thesaurus?).

Anyway,her nickname was something like "Cant stop smiling at this pic".Yeah,she used the word "Pic".I hate anybody who uses the word like that.First of all,it is not even a word.Dont you just hate these internet slangs?They are so class-less,in my opinion.Second of all,you might as well start typing "Tomolo","Mi" and "U".Just some of the things that really gets on my nerves.Pictures,are pictures.Not pics.

So,out of curiosity i clicked on her conversation window,and in her display picture was this blurred guy going down a stairwell of some kind.Okay,i thought.What's the big deal?

It's probably some cute guy from her school,yet again.Sister,you are turning 23 this year.23!You are not 13,mind you.You are 13 and 10 years added.You are three years over two decades and seven away from three.What i am trying to do here,my dear sister,is to show you where you stand in this inevitable road of aging,one that we all must take.

Now,you would expect oneself to have at least a tad bit of maturity,when you are 23,right?I mean,i have friends with sisters or brothers studying alone in foreign counries and stuff.My sister's just this house cat,really.She stays at home 24/7 and never heads out at all.The only occasions,however,are when her stupid boybands visit Singapore.Sometimes i wonder if we are related at all,or is she just some common nincompoop off the streets.

Anyhow,that's besides the point.The point is that she has had little crushes over the years,in her school life and stuff.And all she has done was to stare from a distance and giggle,even till now.Just when i thought that she shook that immaturity off her,she proved to me once and again that she can go head over heals over a photograph terribly out of focus.

It's funny though,her being my sister.I mean,being in a state of crush makes you a happy person,in a way.You are dissatisfied most of the time,yes.But at least you dont get disappointed.Similarly,my sister has adopted that strategy to just stay a distance away from the people that she seems to have a little feeling over.And most of the time,over people she doesnt even KNOW.Just this eye-candy from school,that is about all.I can count the number of male friends with my left index finger,and to tell you the truth that is pretty damn pathetic of you,sister.

But then again,i thought to myself.However immature,or childish it might be,at least she's always hopeful,right?I mean,look at me.Im like this pessimistic drunkard,having a hangover 24/7.I forgot how it was like to go ga-ga over out of focus photographs,whatsoever.

Anyhow,i find it very difficult to see my sister ever growing up.It's sad,and it is a mean thing to say.But like i said,my middle name happens to be "Frank" and my intestines dont go winding,they go straight down.So sue me for being this way,but here i am,urging my sister to grow some sense and brains because with a blink of an eye you are going to be 26,27,then 30.What are you going to do when you are that age,then.Still chasing after stupid boybands,like those disgusting aunties at the airports,nudging their ways through other retarded teenage fans to catch a glimpse of your favourite tone-deaf singer?

I pray for your future,i really do.