Sista, sistah!

I just found out that one of my sisters has a blog. Woohooo! No, actually it's not that surprising for me - she's the expressive type. I think her finding out that I have a blog is really mind-blowing, considering my history with diaries, which goes waaaay back to my standard school years. Yep, you thought right. All the diaries I had ended up being a museum exhibit on my mum's book rack. Normally I would write my name, address, other personal details and that's it. Really.

Ok, back to my sister. I got to read the posts on the first page and they were enough to make me realize why people always think I'm the younger sister. She is obviously more matured than me. And her views on life is completely different than mine. She's always more cautious in her dealings with people while I accept and trust people for who they are - look what I've gotten myself into. She plans ahead while I live life one day at a time. She faces challenges that are put in her face but I run away.

You see, I was raised by grandparents as their 'little angel'. Yeah, right, angel who climbs trees and fights with boys! Well, bottomline, I was spoilt since I was a kid. But this sister of mine, with me missing from the family, took the role of the eldest child. And she still does.

I returned to my parents home at age 10, then was sent to boarding school at 16. After that was college and now I'm renting a house, 30 minutes away (provided the traffic is miraculously smooth) from my parents'. She never left home. I asked her to stay with me, now that she goes to school near this area, but she said no. If she moves out, who's going to drive mum around? (Yeah, I did feel that slap, on my face, square!)

For as long as I can remember, she's always putting our parents' needs first. Oh, and our youngest sister's. For this, sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to be the big sister.. :">

But of course, she's only human. When she feels like she can't take things anymore, she has this habit of making sounds. Any kind of sound - scream, animal sounds and all other weird sounds I don't know what to call. So, if you happen to pass our house and you hear something, don't worry. That's just my sister clearing her head!

Ok, I should get ready for prayers. I don't know how long this post is going to be if I were to write everything about my sister.

Important thing is, she's been there for me all along. Especially when I'm in trouble, and I get into trouble a lot. Like right now.

So thanks, Angah. I'm really lucky to have you as my sister.

(p.s. Why is your friend's name Mr Dinosaur?)