morgueville,heartland living.

i love sisters. specifically my sisters. they are the reason why i'm here, alive, today. i love the way they make me feel so special. i love the way they make me feel like the best brother one can ever have in this world. i mean, what kind of brother like me, can ever have such sisters? this two women in my house, i tell ya, are just simply, super. i just love it. what kind of sisters can be like them? throwing their tantrum at me like i'm winnie the pooh had been such a therapeutic way to relieve stress for me. especially after a long short day for me in school. i mean, these women have menstrual cramps dammit! i'm very obliged to be their punching bag. i've never felt obligated to be their slaves.

even if it means waking up at 1:30a.m to help them run to 7-11 in my shorts and singlet and to grab a box of panadol menstrual and then proceed to the counter and to be giggled at by some lian-beng cyclists last night.

it is, my utmost duty to serve them.

even if it means to rush back home because one of them needs my..her bag while on my way to grandma's house because she's going back to the hostel tonight. (thank god for hostel!)

i feel so alive. i hate luuuurrrrrvvvvve my sisters, with all my heart and soul.