kor kor

man, i wish i could go back in time. My childhood was amazing! I was still young enough to be weird without having people making fun of me, and if they did, my brother or sister would be there to protect me. Now i'm all grown up, sister doesn't really bother about her bratty younger sisters' life anymore and brother's missing in action since he left for hawaii. I've been bullied and been made fun of but i'm proud of the fact that i've learned to defend myself. FYI, i won't hesitate to throw a punch if violence is required, but mostly i'll just tell the person i forgive them for being so mean even if they don't realise or acknowledge their mistake.

I still remember when we were young, my brother, the creative and artistic one among us kids, would think of ways to entertain us younger sisters. He'll have the air-con on full blast around the house, place stuffed toys in different corners of the house and drag us around on a piece of blanket, like we were hiking through the forest in a snow blizzard. Or he'll make a tent out of the blankets and we'll pretend to be camping. He makes the most amazing tents. Once when our cousins came over for a sleepover, i suggested we played the game. All tents were set up and we had a torch light as the fire. We pretended that we were on a hunting trip and my brother was a wild animal. So he was making all these awful noises and was pulling at the tents, trying to attack us. My cousin brother grabbed my favourite doll and started whacking my brother's head and shrieking like a little girl. After a few hits, my doll's head just snapped and flew across the room. I cried.

Though we had lots of fun with him, he did do some pretty mean stuff to us. One of his favourite games, which me and my sis loathe, was the helicopter game, where he'd grab a bunch of our hair and started twisting them around, like the helicopter's propeller. As a way to defend myself, i'd start kicking and punching him while yelling at him to stop. That's where i learned all my fighting skills. Still, he's the smartest person i've ever known. Since he was 4, he'd be reading books on dinosaurs and physics and he'd pass his knowledge onto us. He'd even quiz us on what we've learned every week. I learned the sequence of the planets and all there is to know about protons since i was just 5 years old, thanks to my brother. Unfortunately, i'd forgotten all about it when i turned 7. It would be such a big help to me during spm if i remembered.

Thank goodness he'll be back in january, though it'd be awkward for me since i haven't spoken to him since 3 years ago