Let's go back to my happier days; my childhood, or rather, my infancy. I was a young baby, barely a year old, rolling about and playing on my couch. I was happy. Unfortunately, my ever-so-thoughtful sister, Denise, happened to be passing at that moment in time. I must have looked adorable, 'cos in two seconds I got my ears pulled, my cheeks pinched and my soft hair ruffled. Woe.
Until now, my sister constantly reminds me who's boss in the household. I am punished beyond belief, enduring harsh beatings and insults; mockery of my very existence. One small step out of line and PIAK, I get the living shit slapped out of me.
But before you readers of this post jump to judge my sister and her er, disciplinary ways, hear me out a bit.

My sister has been my rock, my stronghold and my fortress. She has always been there for me, lending me her shoulder to cry on, and listening to my troubles. She advises me so often; therefore I did not end up in rehab. More than that, she is my best fwen. We chat all the time, about school-life, guys *giggles*, stories, studies, our goals and our feelings. Therefore, without her, my life would be as dark as Yuvanesh (sorry, mate) with a sunburn.
Thanks Den, for always being there for me, for the good times, the bad times, and the fished-up-sampai-I-want-you-to-take-a-hike times. Since it's Hari Raya today..
Maaf atas tiap masa adik ko Ken buat ko "frus", ya? Maaf zahir dan batin!