the trials and tribulations of being a sister.

It's sometimes strange to know that since the day you were born, you were intrinsically linked to someone else, someone you didn't have a choice over, someone you had to care about, someone you were similar yet so different to.

All these years, i've had a love-hate relationship with my little brother. Since the day he was born, i suddenly felt like the attention had gone to someone else, and while my parents were not watching i would hide his milk bottle...put the blanket over his face...hit him with toys...dressed him up as a girl..in short, i abused my little brother in ways only an older sister would dare to do, and him being a wee baby could not protest. Those days, i lapped up the power of being a head taller than him, of being smarter, stronger and of being a big bully.

As the years went by, this little brother of mine grew to become the bane of my life. Sneaking around my diaries, telling tales to parents and rock music during A'levels resulted in some pretty drastic measures like me cutting up his computer wires. It was apparent to me that i would never reconcile with him, and that i was severed from these people whom i happened to share the same family name with. They were mere ghosts in my presence, living the life of 4 people with hardly any relation to each other, not knowing what is on each other's mind.

Til today, i still dont know if those dark days were the result of my own tormented adolescence or if that was the true state of affairs. But i'm so glad they are gone, because now, when i look at that wee baby brother of mine, I see a fine and loyal friend, the listening ear who will always be by my side no matter what choices i have made. The wee baby who's reply to me being away from the family is "F*** YOU LA. COME BACK", the boy who stayed with me that one night i had massive stomach ache and thought i was going to die, the rolling of eyes whenever i come home crying about a break up, the little boy who ran away from tuition class by hiding in the cupboard and who was afraid to stick out his tongue and eat dark food thinking he was Superman with a white nappy cloth. The children we were and always will be flying kites out of windows, throwing massive pieces of bread to invisible birds, playing camping under the table...

you are the best brother a sister could have. the only one i know!
HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY YEOW!