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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A Sister's Confessions, 4:13 PM, 0 comments

God. Bless my life.
For some time I thought that I can update this page almost everyday.
See? I was proved ~~right~~. Nah, W R O N G.
What's the point anyway updating blog everyday if you experience the same thing?

Wake up. Eat. Take a bath. Study. Play games and stuck in front of the computer. Eat again. Sleep.

What a nice day I have. Cut it.
I have a boring life. If you have any suggestions of anything that I can do, tell me.
Maybe except for commiting crimes and suicide ;] Tee-hee.
Oh yes, if anyone can sponsor me for a trip, call me!

End of my stupid OPENING SPEECH.
Let's talk about my brother and sister.

If I ever given a chance to write a biography about how retard my 1st younger brother and my youngest sister are, I can write a thousand pages about them.
No, it's not about how ~~angelic?~~ [please! her sister is not even half an angel yet!] or how kind they are.
I would name the book:-

"1000 Facts You Should Know About My Siblings' Dirty Little Secrets"

Surprise, surprise. Yes, I know so much about them as they never dig up facts about me.
From A to Z, just ask anything and I'll tell you instantly.
NAH, I won't. Duh, I'm a good sister. Why should I? :)
Still... sometimes I cannot believe they are 15 and 11 already. They change so much right in front of my eyes that makes me thinking about this one question: Is that really them?

It's not that I'm provoking them N O T to change. It's not about I don't want them to grow up forever.
It's something more... unspeakable. Something that is more than meeting the eye.
As a sister, I know that exposing them to the real world is good for them to be a teenager.
But as you can see, both of them are like... growing up in a different way.

You can say I'm stalking them. You can say I'm such a hell of a sister.
Because I know I'm NOT. It's their lives, why should I interfere? Right?

I never care anything like that until my brother starts to go out every single day of his life. And if that's not enough, he loves to go out at night as well. Until someone has to wait for him to open the door for him. WTF.
My sister, on the other hand; loves to lie. I don't know why she has to lie to people that she loves.
I don't care if she lies to me [Because I love to lie to her too, smiles] but what if she lies... to her friends?
It's common for us, but for a 12-year-old, you never lie about "I friend you, you friend me".

My brother is such a mess. If you say impress him that he's a cool boy, I say he's a coward.
I don't lie here. He does what his friends do; no matter good or bad.
What's more, he's kinda give up on his studies already.
You know, those type of people who doesn't care what answers they give in exams, as long as there are answers.

~~Bitch~~.
He doesn't have to have the brightest brain in class when it comes to study!
Even we don't have a supernatural high IQ in life, unlike other genius around the world.
I know we don't start school till January 2009, but he's 16 next year. He's taking a big exam soon.
Unlike me, whose taking it next year. I want him to know that.
The thing is, he gives up too soon. Defeated by his own self.

He may be the strongest. But he's a real coward, I tell you.
I should have hit you on the head when you always gives me chances to do it.
Silly me :/
You need to try.
You don't have to wind up yourself in jail or rehab.
You may not know brother.

But as a sister, I know better what you do outside the house.
I don't report, and it's just suspections. Still. Beware.
Life is not always cool and trendy as fashion.

To my sister. Yes.
I admitted that, I read your so-called exercise book diary.
Let me tell you something. If you write something in the diary, write something real.
And not some bullshits and cock-and-bull tales that I don't even remember when did you do the event.
One more thing: Buy a proper diary with padlocks. That's a do.
Don't put the diary carelessly, or you dirtiest little secret ended up cracking my head with laughter.

Honestly. My sister's diary is just you know... another memories. Haha :D:D
I think she doesn't even know what's a diary is.
And the best part is, my secrets are very safe and confidential as I'm typing in a blog.
She won't know my URL though she may knows the existence of blogger.com
My, isn't her writings are the funniest thing I have ever raed!

Hmm... that's it. There are lots. But I cannot write all! ;]
Tee-hee. I'm just wasting my time around here.

Before I forget, so sorry to Cassie.
Hit me on the head hard for not going to our dream convention: Our Day of Otaku.
I was stranded at KB that time. That's why.

Never mind. There's always next time.
Shucks. Sob.

Labels: confessions, craps

♥ nina.sha ♥

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