The other night, my brother Chi called me. It has been a while since I heard from him. Because he wasnt around whenever I called back home. And there were periods when I abstained myself from contacting him through MSN. But nevertheless, I was really happy when I heard his voice. Unexpected, but happy.

Even though I lied if I say I was truly ecstatic the first time he called me at 3.30 am tuesday morning (which ultimately woke me up wayyyy before my 'wake up time', feeling confused and slightly annoyed). Haha. That's the thing with him, sometimes when he is excited about something he forgets other stuffs like the time of the day. I remembered the times when he woke me up because he was truly bored and had no one to talk to - at 2 am in the morning, on a school night. Then we would spend the night whispering ghost stories or telling gross jokes or play video games til sunrise (occassionally, he tricked me into talking while he would eventually said he was too tired and crept back to his room to continue his slumber - while I would be too wide awake to fall back to sleep :S, so I did the next sensible thing to do by trying to wake him up which most often didnt work because the smart boy locked his door. =.=)

There were times (when I was young) when I thought that I was a boy. Or wished that I was a boy. (No, dont be alarmed now, I have passed that identity crisis longtime ago and I am truly happy to be *ahem* a lady now, surrounded with cute, pink fluffy stuffs. And no, I am not gayish either, I dont like girls that way, so stop looking at me like that, taking a judgemental stance! hah hah)
Anyway, where was I??

Oh yeah. Like I said before, there were times (in the past) when I thought I was truly a boy (no matter how much my mom insistedly dress me in skirts and dreses). I emulated him, on most things - I guess that's the idea of "I am a boy" came from. Heh. He influenced me during my younger years. And no matter how unreliable he seem at times, I knew that he is dependable and will always backed me up no matter what happens or no matter how bizarre my ideas are.

His call brought back a flood of emotions and bitter-sweet memories of my younger years. No, I didnt wept. Hah! But, yeah, sometimes you just forget about certain things until you are hard-pressed to do otherwise. Hrm.. I received a parcel too some weeks ago, he sent me some CDs I havent yet listened to (because he could not have his little sister so 'ketinggalan zaman' . nyeh!) and Davidoff's Coolwater -which he knew was my favourtie fragrance. I dont know how he knows, but apparently he does. But, there were moments on the phone when I could hardly contained my self from blurting out that Allure by Chanel is my favourite now and Coolwater is just so highschool. Heh heh. Nevermind, We will get that right next time. XD hehe

Yeah. The way I go on and on writing about him now gives away that I miss him. I am feeling a tard homesick, I want to come home - where things are not gloomy and I am welcome. And everyone is happy. And I have my brother to harrass when I could not sleep at nights.