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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Personal Wardrobe Assistant
Sunday, 6 July 2008 | 2:08 am

Music: Another Cold Day - Caliban
Feeling: Like hugging a palm tree.

I'm sorry but since when have I been promoted from the Inspirationally Oppressed Teenage Sister to Personal Wardrobe Assistant?

I'm not complaining. I'm just very intrigued. I'm honored that my brother comes to me to aid him in picking out his outfit for late-night outings with his friends to God knows where. It makes me feel special knowing that he trusts me to assemble him in clothes to save him from looking like he's gotten dressed in the dark. In other words: wardrobe malfunction. Although, that's not me saying that he can't dress himself presentably or appropriately on his own. I assure you that he's very much capable of doing that. It's just that sometimes, everyone needs a little help with everything.

The part what I hate most is having to iron the clothes for him. I mean, barging into my bedroom and cutting off every form of concentration I have with whatever it is that I'm doing at that moment is one thing. Holding out several tops and bottoms for me to choose from for him is another thing. Trying to listen, answer and decide for him is an entire different story. After everything is decided and he's happy and I'm happy (because he'll be gone soon), comes the ironing. With my brother, things just aren't simple.

Ironing is one task. After he's all dressed, sometimes, he's got a second task for me: shoes. He'd drag me out from the confines of my bedroom walls to ask for my opinion on what shoes he shall wear to match the clothes he's wearing. Fortunately, he doesn't ask what color socks he should dress his feet with because, really, that's just insanity.

Ho-ho. I've got one chapter down. Yay me!