It's Ajik's birthday. And like any of you who forgets - and this is actually quite normal - I DO have another brother other than Aying. The last one in the family called Ajik. Yes, I seldom talk about Ajik because I seldom see him. From the moment he entered primary school I have been in SMKAKS waaaaay in Kuala Selangor and only return to Shah Alam once a month and this goes on for five years. By the time he's entering teenage years, I've been residing in Matrics UIA, PJ at section..... (gile haru minah ni, Matrics UIA PJ pun leh lupe section berapa... 17? 18?). Then when I entered UIA main camp at Gombak, he started on his high school waaay in Sri Menanti, Negeri Sembilan. Then even when I started working and always at home, Ajik pun blah ke Matrikulasi Melaka.

All of us have this really bad perangai of not remembering much about his life. Haha. I mean, kaklong is older than Ajik by 10 years, me 7, Aying 5... and every time people start asking me "Ajik sambung belajar mana sekarang?" I'll be like, "Uh, somewhere in Melaka, I dunno, doing Chemistry or something."

And really, it's not our fault that he's different. We are all sports-morons and can't run 200metres to save our own life. But Ajik was the district's long distant runner. LONG DISTANT! The first time I saw his medal for that, I was like, "Are you adopted?" Of course he's not... he looks too much like my dad anyway. Ha.

Aying described Ajik perfectly. He said that Ajik is a three dude in one. Because when he's with his friends, he has this kind of persona like Noh from band HUJAN kind of vibe with his stapled-to-head hairdo... kinda indie-like...
Then when he's asked to lead the prayer, he'll be all pious and Taliban-like with his serban and jubah hitam and kain pelekat and reciting the prayer in that sekolah-pondok-ish way.
Then when he's studying, he's wearing a lab coat and holding test tube with chemicals inside.

It's like three diferent person altogether. But, I think it's four, cuz at home, to me he's just the pain-in-the-ass Ajik who always forgot to shut my laptop after using or forget to flush the toilet... or that one time where I had to cover his blunders after he drove recklessly, without bringing his ID nor lesen and hits a car... and I had to do my 'forgive-my-brother-for-he-has-sinned' act with the pakcik whose car is now dented.

One day Imma smack a bit of sense into the boy's head.

But still, he is my brother and he is now 19. Boy, time sure flew by rather quickly...