ok. takpe.

my dad brought home a box of fancy chocolates yesterday, so after tea, me and my brother were jostling over who got to open it and get first pick. i teased my brother, telling him to take the mango truffle choclate coated one, and we were jestering as we usually do, when he suddenly said to me, 'eff you,man.'

he didn't say fuck, he just said eff, and he didn't mean it properly, and immediately after he said sorry, but there you have it. and what's worse, he said it in front of mom, who got royally mad. as much as my sister and i (or i guess me mostly) curse, we restrain from saying it in front of my brother, and we don't curse at people, much less to each other.

swearing. what's in a swear word?my behaviour towards swear words became heck of a lot more liberal once school finished. if before, the worst word i'd dare to blog was darn, now you'd occasionally come across a fuck here and there. i say it when i'm mad, and i try not to say it in front of people, but i slip up sometimes.

to be honest, i don't feel discomforted by it. i'm fine. is that bad? of course, i don't understand why some people go about saying it in every sentence they make, but it's not as if i feel a rush of displeasure or annoyance when i hear it. it's just a word. i don't think that just because i succumb to saying fuck it means that i or anyone else who says it is any less of a person. but i know some people do.

my mom scolded my brother, saying 'what value do you get out of saying it?'. and she's right. there IS no value. none more than the third finger has over the other fingers.

and another thing is, my brother said he learnt to say that in school. which makes perfect sense, because i learnt all the swear words i know in school too. for God's sake, it was my classmates, my girl classmates, mind you, who taught me pukimak, bhuto, pantat. and i said them as well, not because i liked the words or honestly understood it's usage, i just said them because my friends said them so casually, so i figured i had to too. peer pressure yo, pure and simple. and that's what my brother's going through. we know it's wrong, but our friends do it, so it's ok.

how do i do this? how do i protect my brother from everything bad that i know, without a doubt, he'll come across in school? there's no escaping it you know. hantarlah gi mane pon, be it an asrama, daily school, private school, it won't make a difference. there will always be the bad influence.

but ok, enough serious pondering. i have to go mandi. oh, and watch this! i love this. german weatherwoman tak tahan gelak after seeing her colleague come on screen instead of the weather map at first. infectious!