Earlier, I was asking Danny a question as to why he was spreading peanut butter and butter on his toast. Maybe some of you may do it, but in my household we just spread PB on its own (it already has butter in its name anyway! :p)
The point is, he ignored me and just continued spreading out the PB and butter.
Now normally, I consider myself a very chilled sorta person. I really DON'T get mad easily. But somehow, him ignoring a direct question irked me.
I asked him why he wasn't answering me?
And he just replied "well, you can already see me spreading the butter and peanut butter right? There's no point in me answering".
And that was it, my anger level just went from mild annoyance to burning hot lava.
I went on a rant/lecture on how rude it was to ignore others and how it was basic manners to at least reply someone when they're asking you a question. Besides, what kind of reply was that anyway? How does continuing to spread out PB & butter answer my question of why he was spreading out PB & butter??
I ended my rant with a dramatic statement of "if you're going to ignore people like this, i'm not going to answer you anymore when you talk to me".
*mic drop*
*storms upstairs*
*attempts to slam door, but ends up closing it gently anyway for fear of scaring my grandma*
Back in my room and scrolling past a couple of Youtube videos later, I finally cooled down. I don't like dragging out arguments. I think they're a waste of time and only makes both sides miserable. Although, i would like Danny to just apologize to me before i start talking to him again.
Manners Maketh Man, after all.
I suddenly started reminiscing memories of Danny and I when he was a sweet little kid of 1 - 8 years old. Man, I was the very shining example of your doting big sister. I brought my little Danny boy everywhere! We'd go cycling after dinner (well, me of course, he'd just nicely sit at the backseat of my bike), I brought him to the park and sometimes, i even brought him out to meet my friends.
Danny, as naughty and mischievous as he is, he really is a sweet little boy with a kind heart.
I remember those days i became his self-proclaimed dance teacher and trained him for his various performance in the neighborhood. Mind you, Danny was quite a mini celebrity as the little dancer of Puteri 8. *beams proudly* *i was his dance teacher!*
Now at 13, he sometimes goes through that horrible teenage rebellious phase where he becomes all nasty and sulky. I wonder to myself, OH GOD who is this teenage monster that has taken over my not-so-little baby brother? What do we do and how do we get rid of it?!
It's funny because I myself graduated from teenage-hood not too long back.
I too was once a horrible teen monster to my parents. *shudders*
Life truly is a cycle isn't it?
Just like me, Danny will eventually grow out of his teenage phase and in time, he too will laugh at how grumpy he was. (to be fair, i do revert back to a grumpy teen once in awhile) (teehee)
Nevertheless, Danny will always be my little baby brother. No matter how big he gets and no matter how annoying he can be.
And while i shall await his apology that will probably come much later, let me reminisce of this little gap-toothed Danny boy who is growing up all too fast these days :')
*mic drop*
*storms upstairs*
*attempts to slam door, but ends up closing it gently anyway for fear of scaring my grandma*
Back in my room and scrolling past a couple of Youtube videos later, I finally cooled down. I don't like dragging out arguments. I think they're a waste of time and only makes both sides miserable. Although, i would like Danny to just apologize to me before i start talking to him again.
Manners Maketh Man, after all.
I suddenly started reminiscing memories of Danny and I when he was a sweet little kid of 1 - 8 years old. Man, I was the very shining example of your doting big sister. I brought my little Danny boy everywhere! We'd go cycling after dinner (well, me of course, he'd just nicely sit at the backseat of my bike), I brought him to the park and sometimes, i even brought him out to meet my friends.
Danny, as naughty and mischievous as he is, he really is a sweet little boy with a kind heart.
I remember those days i became his self-proclaimed dance teacher and trained him for his various performance in the neighborhood. Mind you, Danny was quite a mini celebrity as the little dancer of Puteri 8. *beams proudly* *i was his dance teacher!*
Now at 13, he sometimes goes through that horrible teenage rebellious phase where he becomes all nasty and sulky. I wonder to myself, OH GOD who is this teenage monster that has taken over my not-so-little baby brother? What do we do and how do we get rid of it?!
It's funny because I myself graduated from teenage-hood not too long back.
I too was once a horrible teen monster to my parents. *shudders*
Life truly is a cycle isn't it?
Just like me, Danny will eventually grow out of his teenage phase and in time, he too will laugh at how grumpy he was. (to be fair, i do revert back to a grumpy teen once in awhile) (teehee)
Nevertheless, Danny will always be my little baby brother. No matter how big he gets and no matter how annoying he can be.
And while i shall await his apology that will probably come much later, let me reminisce of this little gap-toothed Danny boy who is growing up all too fast these days :')
