daddy dear
he's the greatest guy i know. i don't care if he's not handsome, he's not rich, he's the man i love most. because i know he loves me just as much. [just not as much as my mom, i know i know.]
really, i want my husband to be just like him. to love me [like the way he loves my mom], to be strong without being stiff, be smart without being arrogance, and most of all, be so kind and wise.
he's only hit me once, so i'll always remember that one time. he's always offered advice to whatever i do, though gradually he has become more accepting of me making my own choices. maybe because i've also grown to think more like him.
he is where i got my sensibility from. my darling daddy.
i call my mom "mee". i'm sure i'm not the only one. heh. but i used to be so scared of her. she was a teacher. she was always tired. and grouchy. and demanding. and fierce. i used to be so scared.
but now i know why she was so tired, i know why she demanded so much for me. it's such a cliche, but as i got older, i realised everything she did, it was really for my own good.
i've gotten past my rebellious stage, and she has officially retired. so we talk more now...we tease, advice, discuss...we've actually become friends. i never thought i could do that with my mom.
she's suffered much hardship, to get to where we are now, so i never judge her for some of her more extreme views. or question certain decisions she makes. or forget her tears.
i love her so much, i hope it shows. we're friends now.
i am ashamed to say this...but my brother has too much influence over my life. we went to the same primary school. same junior college. same eca in jc. same scholarship. and we look equally ugly! hah.
my brother is one of the most independent guys i know, it almost seems like things happen naturally when he's around, i never see him flustered by anything.
he has a temper, but never tantrums. he's competitive, stubborn and sometimes too anal for his own good. but heck, i still love him. love him for the way he picks me up and wrestles me down. love him for the way he asks "how's life" after he's done insulting me. just love him.
visited him in kyoto last year, cos i missed him. though of course i know he would rather it was his girlfriend there than me...sigh...but it's ok. because i know he'll always be looking out for me, his little sis.
my little brother. to me, no matter how old he gets, he's still my little brother. though he's bigger built than me now. though he likes to talk to me like i'm sillier and kiddier than he is. though he likes to act like he's all adult and grown up now. too bad. hah! he'll always be younger than me.
he used to be such a terror when he was younger and more impulsive. thought to be the black sheep who does all the naughty things, i know my parents used to be so worried for him. i used to be so worried, i would start crying when my parents were going to hit him.
but he's definitely much better now, maybe all little boys have to go through that stage of rebelling for the sake of rebelling. i still remember how he was preaching to our little cousins on how to be filial to their parents - i know that my brother has become sensible now. gasp, he's already 19!
he's stronger now, i can't bully him anymore. in fact, he bullies me all the time. the only trump card i have, is that his girlfriend adores me and will jump to my defense. heh.
mommeeee
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