He’s incredibly annoying. He’s a pain in the ass. He’s cold as a fridge. He’s stubborn. He’s damn persistent. He enjoyed saying the word “deadlines“, “outline“, “skr*ps*” or asking me, “How’s your Mum?” He never waved “Hi!” first. He took more than an hour just to answer an SMS, sometimes even one full day. He loved to hung up our calls. His mood could do a 180 degree flip, just because his favorite team lost a match. His negative attitude is contagious. He stole my 7777 hits screenshot. He loved to carry the 2 megapixel cameraphone just to tick me off. He’s Enda’s apprentice. He’s gay as the day is light. He’s MESUM(tm) for sure. He’s a paedophil. He had a thing for whips (gee, I love writing these, I cud go on for hours :-”). He’s super lazy. He’s stupid. He’s willing to die just for the sake of a poetic justice. He’s obsessed with Andhara Early. He’s nuts. He’s weird. He’s my brother, and today is his birthday. Here’s your gift:

Thank you for being a great brother.
A reliable friend.
A caring uncle.
A nice replacement trash can.

I’m on war with you, but it would be unfair if I didn’t post this. You deserved the publication (hahaha, sokoorr..). And, since this is no longer the fasting month, I thought it would be cute if you could keep the slogan. So, selamat menjalankan ibadah puasa(tm), bruh.

Wha? I wasn’t thinkin’ about anything.. :-”