(huh) : My Family Part 4

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{huh}

a sound uttered with neck stretching forward and eyes wide open – popped-up if you like – when faced with a bizarre, wait-a-minute-but-I-am-utterly-dumbfounded-confused

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5 weekends ago
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Scene | Dining room

Everyone’s slouching with a coffee mug in hand. Except mine contains Makaibari’s Organic Green Tea – to wash down the pig trotters stewed in black vinegar and ginger.
My ‘brother’ proclaims that he needs a place of his own desperately … exasperated!!!
Way too exasperated for a guy who’s about to get his own place soon.

So, lazily I offered, “You HAVE a place. When is it ready?”

“NOoooo… I NEED a place NOW!” came the reply.

of course! duuuuUUUHHHH Penelope. He needs an enclave for himself and someone else’ boyfriend. B…b…but… didn’t someone else’s boyfriend have a place right smack in the Golden Triangle? A perfect 5-minutes walk from my office? 
{sigh}

Why can’t he be not someone else’ boyfriend? Or even my ‘brother’s’?
Just be mine. Swing my way man! I want the >3,000 sq. ft. apartment smack in the Golden Triangle.

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But first, in defense of my ‘brother’ (who deserves it), he was picked up by this two-timing someone else’ boyfriend in a sauna… and yes, it obviously was very steamy in there …
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With that out of the way, fast forward.

My ‘brother’ is upset at his mother’s reaction towards his courtesy “I won’t be back tonight” phone calls. He can’t understand why he should be prosecuted or led down the guilt trip and emotional black mail path – one that is well trodden by me with regards to my own mother. 
“I am 35!” he emphasized. 
{ahem! this is a BIG lie… add a decade at least.}
 “I am entitled to a social life. A night out … blah blah blah,” he rants.
“She’s worried about you,” my mom offers followed by countless of my purported wrong doings that had 3 common themes: (1) void of timely phone calls made home, (2) evening/night outing (3) a worried mother. After being beaten down for a good 15 minutes, I thought enough is enough and offered a protest to which fell on death ears as she was resolute in making her point to the much regretful “son” who brought the subject up.
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I raised my voice a tat and said, “Look the difference is this. You are cool as long as I am out of town, in a weird country for work if I do not come home or fail to call. You’d be totally disagreeable if I chose to stay a night out in Kuala Lumpur regardless of where or with whom. Girl. Boy. Sex or No Sex. And come to think of it, I’ve never stayed out when I’m in Kuala Lumpur.”
OK. Some back tracking …
Mom’s someone I bring along to see Joanne Kam Poh Poh and someone who’s been entertained by Adam the Musical. So, she’s cool about the 3-word topic to an extend. But I don’t think any parent is ever ready to accept and visualise their children all grown up and with someone else in bed. I guess its much the same as us imagining our grandparents, all bent and wrinkly still at it … or was once at it. ha ha …
And yeah – eweeeeeeeeeeeee…
Like you, I much prefer Anne Gaddes’ fables of babies brought by a stork and cabbages sprouting babies at its heart.  
My ‘brother’ has been missing in action for the last 3 weekends … oye! I miss you la.
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3 thoughts on “(huh) : My Family Part 4

  1. @BenAm totally with you.Good thing none of my male friends could make it for the shows. I would have been so embarrassed to have invited them … let alone stand to be judged!Rather distasteful.@PhilYou???ha haI bet you cringe when your MIL sits beside you watching a love scene on the TV. This is too funny.

  2. I neither liked Joanne nor Adam the Musical. Both too crude. Too touchy feelie and physical. Guess I am still an old fashion boy at heart. Or am I just being Malaysian and hold strong to my simple values?Ben

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