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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Saturday, December 11, 2010 Photobucket
the rant of whatever

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So,

on the way home today my mom said that sometimes she wished that my siblings and me could be kids again, that it'd be nice to repeat the whole thing.

so i suggested, once again, adopting. i guess ya'll never knew this but i've always deeply wanted a younger sibling. a little sister.

i can bring her to church, hold her hand while crossing the road, teach her how to do maths, make her watch cartoons with me, i can tweet/blog about her little jokes like every other older sibling do, we can share a room, fight over things, i'll cook maggi mee for her when she's hungry, i'll hug her when she cries, reprimand her when she's wrong and she, in turn, will make me realize over and over again the simple things in life that makes everything else worthwhile.

of course i am aware of the down side, she'll probably annoy me so much i can't do my work, she might want to tag along wherever i go, cry.. a lot, if she's too chatty i can't stand the noise but if she's too quiet i can't stand the worry. and that she will most likely be taller than me. you know, different parents and all. but i am also aware that it's those things every older sibling goes through.

that it's those things that remind you, maybe a bit annoyingly, of.. a presence.


shrug. and of courseeeeeeeee i know that it'll never happen. but it was nice to wonder about it, makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside :)

anyway after my mom finished all the mushy i-actually-had-fun-raising-you-all-up talk she unleashed her Nag of Fury on me, which ended with, "my own children already give me so much headache and YOU WANT ME TO ADOPT ANOTHER ONE???!!!"


lol.


SO, to every older sibling out there, BE GRATEFUL FOR YOUR BRATTY LITTLE SISTER/BROTHER. especially you, ja :D