Sunday, April 3, 2011 10:32 PM
It's all in my mind.
This pic is of my sister and I in a night market in Krabi, Thailand, last Dec.
Gosh, I look chubby.
Whoever has the guts to ask which of the two I am, get ready to have something thrown at you.
I am not impressed.
Just why does everyone think that I am the younger sister? Seriously. I am 3 years older than Peh Yee!! -__-
Both Si Min and En Qi said that my sis looked more mature than I. (not in ref to this pic)
Yesterday, my paternal relatives kept commenting on how lanky my sister was, even taller than I now. But it's the truth, so fine.
It just got a little annoying when she was so pleased with the fact that I was so significantly shorter than her now. Guess I shouldn't have encouraged her to enter volleyball- with all that jumping, she can only grow faster.
Still, today's was a bit overboard. We were at our cousin's grandma's place (not our grandma, mind)
Mega issue number 1: Apparently, my mother had introduced my sister to this distant relation, as the younger one. She asked to be introduced to the elder one, and when my mother gestured to me, she took a long while to absorb the fact that I was, indeed, the child that my mother was referring to. -__-
Mega issue number 2: We were almost home when we met a neighbour, who instantly commented to my mother on how much we'd grown, and asked our ages. My mum said that one was in sec 4, one in sec 1. My sister immediately piped up asking him to guess who was sec 4.
And... he picked wrongly. -____-
Worse, this is only the mega issues I had. The minor hinting and upraised eyes as well huh...
Whaaaaat luh, seriously. Me, they rather guess me to be sec 1, convinced so much that my sister is sec 4. I don't get it!! Is it her poise? Or my lack of dress style? The way she speaks? ...
Geez...
Okay, side note. When I put two line spacings between my paragraphs, they are two separate issues that I am blogging about. Please don't ask me why they have no link... They weren't meant to be. One line spacing, it would be regarding the same topic.
Life, hope, dreams.
That's all the authors' work surrounds. That's all that make up their stories, a reflection of themselves or people they know. Or a hope for themsleves... or a dream... that will never happen.
The characters... They live through either what the author has. Or what the author will never go through. Knowingly or not... The authors leave parts of themselves in the characters.
Fear arises from either the unknown or the remnants of a nasty experience.
Hate exists because there was once love and trust, but they were sorely misplaced.
Dislike of people and things is because they embody things that we disapprove of, that we don't want to be reminded of, or because they are fundamentally different and have differing values.
Appreciation comes about because the rationale behind your actions are felt, the emotions you put in are received.
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