flawed work of art.
Thursday, July 06, 2006 @ 9:18 am
jie is back. with her uh, "friend", joel, a chinese who lives in aussie but was born in south africa. how about that for being global? hah! his aussie twang is stuck there permanently, but other than that, he's a nice guy who calls my sis 'honey'. sweet!
played translator for my sis... her chinese is so horrific. she can't even understand street talk. adui. maybe there is good in being the only kid in the family who went to a chinese primary school.
before she came back, I kept wondering why is it that I was never close to my sis, excluding the part that we're 12 years apart and all. and this morning, I finally remembered. she always had something bad to say about her little sister. the first thing she said when she saw me was 'compliment me on how prosperous-looking I am'. and I'm putting that in the kindest way possible. during late dinner, the criticism just kept coming. the last straw was this morning when I teethered into the kitchen with my eyes barely open in my tigger pj's.

'Why your hair like that one?!'
*closes fridge door* 'You know what I realise? You always like to criticise the way I look.'
'... It's just your hair...'
'She's not criticising you-lah!'

The last part was by my mom. Obviously. Stick up for the kid who has a DR. in front of her name. I know that in choosing not to do medicine, I was going to have to go through this kind of unfair treatment, but bah.. not like I didn't grow up with it.

Now I remember why both of us would stick out our tongues in disgust when people commented how alike we both looked. Ugh! Thankfully, Fang said no, but did hesitate when I asked her if my sis was the prettier one. No surprises there. Can anyone comprehend why I only want one child now? Your kids won't blog about being compared to or unfair treatment by their parent!

They're leaving for Malacca on Saturday. But, Saturday's the reunion date. Sigh. I hate making decisions. You should've seen the way my mom was sulking when I said I wasn't going to Malacca with them. I told them I could go up to KL on Sunday and meet them there. But she just said no flatly. Oh well. Not like I didn't try, right?

More sad news. My sis is lighter than I am. She's a 46 & I'm a 51. Consolation? She's 153 cm whereas I'm 162. The saddest part? She's 30 & I'm 18. Boo. So, I'm the ugly, stupid, fat one in the family. Damn. I'm depressed.

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