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Sunday, May 13

sometimes i question the mere existence of certain things in the world. i mean, for example, why do elder sisters even exist in the first place???? i know that younger sisters on the otherhand, are a joy to have, but elder sisters??? no way man. gosh, all they ever do is scare u by threatening not to teach u homework and then force you to eat bread eat time u try to do something on the computer. i mean, if that's not weird, what is????


sisters sure are weird creatures. they can have a fever of up to 38.5 degrees and still smack your butt and goof around like nothing's wrong. sometimes, i admire their resilience. other times, i just question their sanity.


right now, this sister of mine is dangling a loaf of bread in my face and giggling to herself. she says: "hehehehe!! do u want to eat bread??!! hehehehe!"


a few seconds later, she drops the loaf of bread on my keyboard and caused a whole string of "yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" here. she laughs, before disappearing to her table.


a few minutes later, the cycle repeats itself. to people who don't know my sister well, you may think she is a weird pok. but let me tell you, living with her is so much worse. she does stuffs that are - neva mind i shan't say anything. the bread loaf incident is actually one of the normaller things she does. wah kao. what did i do to deserve such a sista!!!


she should go live with someone else for about a week or so. only then, will other people experience my grief.


ahh, poor little me. its a wonder how i manage to remain so sane in the company of such a person.


now, she's offering me a pay of 2 bucks to type out a whole chunk of rubbish on her blog, before grinning deviously. she chirps happily: "the last time u helped me type was twice as long as this!" great. and now she has to remind me of my stupidity.


but wait, you know, 2 bucks is still money after all...