comedy hour

i just woke up from my nap, but i'm quite tired. I had bad dreams the whole two hours. something about spiders. last night it was something else, involving trains and murder, i think. non dreamers have no idea what it's like to fall blissfully asleep only to have dream after dream after dream. it's worse when half the time you're running, fighting, or trying not to get killed. exhausting, i tell you. maybe it's a not so subtle hint from my sleep saturated mind to, well, sleep less.

anyway that wasn't my point. when i woke up i went to the living room, and at first i thought i was still asleep and dreaming, cos my mom was rocking with laughter (not literally, gee). apparently my bro had shot off some smartmouthed comment...

Mom: So who gave you the duit raya (green packet) at Uncle's house?

Lil bro: This woman.

Mom: Which woman? Your Auntie?

Lil bro: I dunno. (pause) She's really fat.

Mom: That could have been any one of them.

Lil bro: Yah. You should be proud of yourself for not being... (pause) fat.

(His last line wasn't too sure and i remembered when we'd just seen a Marie France slimming commercial on TV. Bro turned to me and asked, "How come mother doesn't go to Marie France Bodyline?")

My mom laughed, flattered, and continued watching her islamic forum. My dad asked her why, instead of the usual malay, it's in badly accented, lousy english.

Lil bro: It's ok, she's trying to improve her english.

Which shows how highly he thinks of her english.

If nothing else, bros are good for a laugh. When the older younger brother was nine, he cracked one that's become my favourite. It was a phonecall from my good friend and I wasn't in.

Friend: Hello, can I speak to Raudaa?

Bro: She's not in.

Friend: Oh okay.. Who's this?

Bro: The Devil.

Friend: Oh, ha ha.. Really, don't play la, who's this?

Bro: It's the Devil.

Frined: Uh.. Ok. Umm... what time will she be back?

Bro: I don't know. It's a long way to Hell.

At which point my friend hurriedly hung up. When i heard about it I wanted to submit it to the Reader's Digest and maybe make some money. Maybe I should do that for every single one of their jokes. Maybe I'll strike it rich and retire with a full time job of submitting stupid jokes to stupider mags that'll pay me good money for it.

I think what i really wanted to say in this post is that I'm broke and jobless and it's giving me bad dreams.

Sigh.