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Sunday, May 6, 2007
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A letter to Mark,

This morning mummy told me it's your Chinese birthday. But I thought it was 9th of May. Then mummy said usually you celebrate your chinese one. Soo! Since it's a lovely and freeee Sunday, I decided to blog about YOU. ABOUT YOU for your birthday! And for your information, I don't take this just for something to blog about. It's something that have been kept inside me since I was born but I got no idea how to express it and that I'm shy to tell you in real life as well as in msn because you will reply me in seconds and will give me that "weird" look. Sms is too short and it's costly as well. So, the best way is to blog about it.

So here goes.

I know that we don't get along like how you got along with Cindy and that you treated me differently. Shuddup. I told you that but you kept denying it. But it's the fact! I don't hate it thou and I found out why. I know my attitude and Cindy's are totally different and that in your life, I'm a spoilt, rude and pampered sister. Yes, I am. I still remembered when you disagreed completely when I wanted a cell phone and I will always go "I don't care. I tell mummy liao " and you would always say "Ok, go tell mummy. See mummy will buy for you or not". I was scared everytime you said that because your words often influenced mummy's decision. At the end, I still end up having a cell phone.

Do you still remember when we were still staying at our old house? You were still studying in Kuching High and I was studying in ST Mary Primary School. Everyday, in the afternoon at about 5, I would go out and play with my childhood bestfriend, Marcus. At that time, we didn't have automatic gate. We still have to use keys to unlock the lock and you always took the keys with you and that you only let me out after I cried, terribly. I never doubt that the WHOLE neighbourhood heard my crying almost every single day. Up til today, I could not find the reason why you did not allow me to play at our safe "lorong". You made me hated you at that time.

Besides that, when I was at primary 5, AhB(elder bro) made me an e-mail adress, thanks to Angel. I love going online but I wasn't addicted, was I ? One day, when I on the computer, I couldn't log in. Guess what? I had to enter a password. I guess you didn't allow me to go online. But why?...I always had to "curi curi" go online. All my friends kept laughing at me in St Mary's when I told them that I couldn't go online because my brother "safety-lock" the computer. At that time, I thought you were selfish.

Not only that, there were actually a lot more. But, I'll just get straight to the point.

As I grew older, I realized that you cared a lot about me. Mum told me, all you did for me was for my own good. I kept quiet instead of telling mum it's not true like I always did. Do you still remembered when my eczeme skin was really terrible when I was in standard 6? You persuaded mum to bring me to see a skin specialist. That was before you went to Perth to persue your studies. But, when you're in Perth, you were still worried about my skin? Mum told me that you often asked how's my skin doing.

I realized a lot of changes in you after you came back from Perth for the holidays. You're not as rude as you have been before. You started to appreciate the presence of your parents and not only thinking about freedom. You were lucky to be going to Perth only when Louis have been there for 3 years. You have a car, a house to stay in. Not like Louis who have to suffered more than you do.

I still remembered when we quarelled really terribly because of someone. Someone who completely took over you. Did you realized that? I told mum that I was worried about you and that it might influenced your studies. Guess what? Mum told me something so beautiful.

" Siawb is a big boy already. You don't have to worry about him. He knows what is right and wrong to him. Just wait and see ".

Siawb, mummy and daddy can't live with us forever. You've missed out a lot. What happened when you're not here with us. Troubles that are faced by daddy and mummy, all of us know about it except you and that when I told mummy that I must let you know.. mummy would always go " Don't need. Don't let him worry. ". Can you see how much mummy loved you? So don't go disappointing her over and over again. The same advice goes to me.

So siaw b, HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY!

Grow up ar...!

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