Immatures are always immatures. My sister had this so called Malaysian friend. Cuteskull, she calls herself. Seriously, I don't really entertain small kids like them. But whoever messes with me or my monkey siblings 100% have to taste some of my indulgence medicine. I don't really know what they are up to but I don't care. Me, as an elder sister have to stand up for my siblings. Don't I? Yay, what a good sister am I! I don't fucking care what you think. I'm thick-skinned and will always be. Some people can be a dick head. REALLY!
There was a time when people said that Singapore can't make it but we did. Okay, I was just joking. There was a time when my younger brother went out to play at the playground; he brought along his soccer ball. He went off earlier so baby sister and I went down half an hour late. That's when I saw younger brother got treated like a slave. there were like 4 other guys. I can't remember there names but definitely remember that one of them was my brother best friend. So I was really mad when those 4 boys threw brother's soccer ball and told him to "FETCH". Immediately, I ordered brother to stop [AND YAY ME, he did]. I still remembered my dialog that day. Here goes:
Me: WOI! STOPPPPP! How dare you follow their instructions instead of mine? This? You call friends? Aliff? YOUR BEST FRIEND? If he is truly your best friend then why does he follow the crowd? And you, two, who do you think you are?
[SILENCE ALL THE WAY]
Then one of the boys toy dropped and baby sister went to pick it up. NOT A SINGLE "THANK YOU". I started again.
Me: Shark! Why did you picked it up? And he didn't even say thank you.
That's the end of the story. HAHA! Fierce aren't I?
