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Saturday, March 19, 2005
Read recently in the papers that a pair of twins scored similar results for STPM. 3As and 1B. Penangites, both of them. And both their names also start with J.
They often encourage each other. One of them likes to stay back in the library to study, while the other one prefers to revise at home. At night, they will discuss things they don’t understand. The smarter one will guide the other one.
They go jogging together in the evenings and play badminton on Fridays.
They are parting ways only at this juncture because they want to pursue different courses.
I wish I had a brother like that. To grow up together in the same school, take the same subjects, sit for the same exam, and all that stuff.
I’d probably be the one who would stay back in the library to study, and head to the field by 5pm. The other one would probably study at home, and help mum to do domestic chores. He’d probably be the quieter one, and possibly mum’s favourite. When I come back, mum would probably yell at me because of my stinky clothes. And I’d probably answer “what…you expect me to control the concentration of uric acid and salt that I secrete in my sweat?” And the other brother would probably snicker away.
After dinner, the other one would probably do the dishes to suck up more. Then we’d probably go over some math or chemistry problems together. He’d probably be the smarter one, since he spends more time with his books. And when we cannot study anymore, we’d chill out together by watching a football game or basketball match on TV.
In school, if I’m the exco for the Board Of Wardens, he’d probably be the exco for the Board Of Prefects. And we’d bring the two boards of student administrative bodies to better unity. The sports teacher would probably allow us to be in the same sports house. And we’d have a whale of a time fighting on the same side for every game we play.
We’d probably be swimmers. I would major in breaststroke, and he’d specialize in butterfly. We won’t clash in our events, and we won’t threaten each other’s records. We’d probably go on national meets together, and form a good combo with 2 other pals for the medley relay.
After we retire from swimming, we’d probably pick up other games too, like marathon running and badminton. We’d probably go jogging in the evenings. We’d be perfect jogging partners, and we’d push each other to go the extra mile. When we get bored of the routine, we can take our racquets and head to the badminton court for a sparring session.
Ah, and when we shop for running shoes, it would be really fun! We’d probably have the same foot size. We won’t have to decide on only one pair of shoes. We can buy two pairs, and we can swap with each other anytime we want.
We can also play ping pong together. If I’m a pen-holder, and he’d probably be a hand-shake holder. If I’m right handed, he’d probably be left handed. When we pair up for doubles, we can have our forehand at both sides of the table!
Also, I won’t have to shoot hoops alone. If I’m the shooter, he’d be the charger. I’d shoot from outside, and he’d go create trouble inside. Find one more guy, and we can play in the Adidas 3-on-3 and put on a good show.
When we go for British Parliamentary style debates, we’d probably form a inseparable pair. We won’t have to spend much time discussing our points or strategy, because we’d probably know what the other is thinking before he says it. If we get a topic that is within our ball-game, lagi syok! We’d hit a home run, tear other teams down, and have fun while doing it! When we get to kutuk other people, we can kutuk together. When other people kutuk us back, we can share the shame together.
We’d probably own the same kind of bible – Nelson’s NKJV study bible, with in-built commentary and concordance, along with the same bible cover. We’d spend time discussing issues and doctrines, and struggle with our understanding of Scriptures together. If I take the Calvinist view on soteriology, he’d probably take the Armenien view. If I take the progressive revelation view, he’d take the dispensational view. And we’d probably make fun of the same things when we feel naughty.
During Chinese New Year, we’d probably be the only two “xiang jiao ren” in family reunions. So we can always have our private conversations if we don’t understand a single word being said at the dinner table. When there’s an abundance of meat on the table, we’d probably start discussing on whether or not Jews can eat pork today, the significance of Peter’s vision of the sheet, the case with Messianic Jews, and drift to the “progressive revelation vs dispensational view” all over again while others are busy yakking in a foreign language.
One day, we’d possibly fight over the same girl. The “whoever sees her first” rule would probably not work out. We’d call a truce and divide the market evenly. I’d go for the Indians, and he’d go for the Malays. If I go for the older ones, he’d probably go for the younger ones. If I think it’s a bad idea to go after those 10 years younger, he’d probably think otherwise. As for Sikh and Eurasian chicks – free for all melee, age doesn’t matter.
Yeah. I wish I have the brother that I never had.
They often encourage each other. One of them likes to stay back in the library to study, while the other one prefers to revise at home. At night, they will discuss things they don’t understand. The smarter one will guide the other one.
They go jogging together in the evenings and play badminton on Fridays.
They are parting ways only at this juncture because they want to pursue different courses.
I wish I had a brother like that. To grow up together in the same school, take the same subjects, sit for the same exam, and all that stuff.
I’d probably be the one who would stay back in the library to study, and head to the field by 5pm. The other one would probably study at home, and help mum to do domestic chores. He’d probably be the quieter one, and possibly mum’s favourite. When I come back, mum would probably yell at me because of my stinky clothes. And I’d probably answer “what…you expect me to control the concentration of uric acid and salt that I secrete in my sweat?” And the other brother would probably snicker away.
After dinner, the other one would probably do the dishes to suck up more. Then we’d probably go over some math or chemistry problems together. He’d probably be the smarter one, since he spends more time with his books. And when we cannot study anymore, we’d chill out together by watching a football game or basketball match on TV.
In school, if I’m the exco for the Board Of Wardens, he’d probably be the exco for the Board Of Prefects. And we’d bring the two boards of student administrative bodies to better unity. The sports teacher would probably allow us to be in the same sports house. And we’d have a whale of a time fighting on the same side for every game we play.
We’d probably be swimmers. I would major in breaststroke, and he’d specialize in butterfly. We won’t clash in our events, and we won’t threaten each other’s records. We’d probably go on national meets together, and form a good combo with 2 other pals for the medley relay.
After we retire from swimming, we’d probably pick up other games too, like marathon running and badminton. We’d probably go jogging in the evenings. We’d be perfect jogging partners, and we’d push each other to go the extra mile. When we get bored of the routine, we can take our racquets and head to the badminton court for a sparring session.
Ah, and when we shop for running shoes, it would be really fun! We’d probably have the same foot size. We won’t have to decide on only one pair of shoes. We can buy two pairs, and we can swap with each other anytime we want.
We can also play ping pong together. If I’m a pen-holder, and he’d probably be a hand-shake holder. If I’m right handed, he’d probably be left handed. When we pair up for doubles, we can have our forehand at both sides of the table!
Also, I won’t have to shoot hoops alone. If I’m the shooter, he’d be the charger. I’d shoot from outside, and he’d go create trouble inside. Find one more guy, and we can play in the Adidas 3-on-3 and put on a good show.
When we go for British Parliamentary style debates, we’d probably form a inseparable pair. We won’t have to spend much time discussing our points or strategy, because we’d probably know what the other is thinking before he says it. If we get a topic that is within our ball-game, lagi syok! We’d hit a home run, tear other teams down, and have fun while doing it! When we get to kutuk other people, we can kutuk together. When other people kutuk us back, we can share the shame together.
We’d probably own the same kind of bible – Nelson’s NKJV study bible, with in-built commentary and concordance, along with the same bible cover. We’d spend time discussing issues and doctrines, and struggle with our understanding of Scriptures together. If I take the Calvinist view on soteriology, he’d probably take the Armenien view. If I take the progressive revelation view, he’d take the dispensational view. And we’d probably make fun of the same things when we feel naughty.
During Chinese New Year, we’d probably be the only two “xiang jiao ren” in family reunions. So we can always have our private conversations if we don’t understand a single word being said at the dinner table. When there’s an abundance of meat on the table, we’d probably start discussing on whether or not Jews can eat pork today, the significance of Peter’s vision of the sheet, the case with Messianic Jews, and drift to the “progressive revelation vs dispensational view” all over again while others are busy yakking in a foreign language.
One day, we’d possibly fight over the same girl. The “whoever sees her first” rule would probably not work out. We’d call a truce and divide the market evenly. I’d go for the Indians, and he’d go for the Malays. If I go for the older ones, he’d probably go for the younger ones. If I think it’s a bad idea to go after those 10 years younger, he’d probably think otherwise. As for Sikh and Eurasian chicks – free for all melee, age doesn’t matter.
Yeah. I wish I have the brother that I never had.
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