post-script

The boy came down the other direction as I climbed the stairs up to my room.

That boy clearly is my younger brother's friend as they both sport the same hairdo of drowning their hair with a great deal of gel before spiking it like a how a bomb would detonate.

Being the friendly me, I said "Hi."

The boy just glanced at me for a quarter of a second before hurrying down the stairs to meet my brother, leaving me and my "Hi" to wait for someone else to accept tht greeting.

Feeling immensly annoyed, I then barge into my mum's room and started to complain about that boy behind his back like an old lady at Shop N Save.

"How can! Stupid no manners lor! Goodness gracious," I puffed angrily.

"Ah yah! He is just extremely shy. Just now he didnt even look me in the eye when I greeted him," said my mum after switching off her blaring hair dryer.

"But still!" I exclaimed indignantly.

"Be understanding. He is going through puberty," my mum spoke gently and calmly.

Puzzled by what purberty got to do with forgetting simple manners like saying "Hello" in return, I continued by saying "So what! I wasnt like that when I was going through purberty."

Still maintaining that infinite serenity, my mum said flatly "You never went through purberty." She then burst into a laughter at her unfunny joke.

I beg your pardon my dearest Mummy! What do you mean by that huh? I experienced the retarded phase like another other teenager ok. So not funny lor.