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Haven't I talk about ones of my favorite people in the world? Introducing, my lovely sister and brother.. Arlin and Kenrick. I could talk about them all day, everyday like 24/7. I love them THAT much. Even D once questioned me about my love to him compare to them! LOL. He's such a jealousy.

Being an oldest sister sometimes is not enough. I have to be their friends (please notice the age differences! I'm now 25 going 26, my sister is now 20 and my lil brother is only 10!) Can you imagine how I have to cope, let alone befriended with them?

When I'm with Arlin, I have to be a cool college girl (complete with all the drama surroundings and men thingy and study matters) She would talk all about her days at Uni, her probs with men,, friends, and so on. We shared a lot... Apart from clothes and shoes cos we're totally different when it comes to our fashion senses. Err... I don't know whether she's keeping something from me, but I don't. I'm like an open book. Seriously. We had a row now and then, but that's what sister is! We fight, we break up.. We kiss, we make up (--courtesy of Katy Perry) I love her dearly, the only thing that worries me is her relationship. I think she never has a serious relationship with man. She was dating of course, but she hasn't find "the one". I always keep her in my prayer, I hope she'll find a man that deserves a special girl like her. Pretty, smart, and brave. Ah... My little sister. Although she's 6 years younger than me but she's fearless. Her friends are everywhere and she could go an extra mile for them. She cherish friendship more than anything in this world. I can only wish the best for her.

with my lovely Arlin

As with Kenrick, I have to embodied a 10 y.o little girl whenever we catch up. We still talk with "baby" language sometimes (D hates it cos makes me so childish) But what can I do? He's the youngest in our family, no wonder he's a bit spoiled. Cos he's been getting this major, huge affection from everyone since the day he was born. I know it would be no good for him someday and I have to eventually change the way I treat him.. But still, he's so cute, funny, yet smart and mature for his age. We are so close, he could phone me everyday just to say hi. Short conversation to show him that he care. He care so much about my pregnancy (unbelievable, right?) He once said, "don't put that belt cos it might hurt the baby" or "you have to eat more, don't worry about your weight, cos the baby might be hungry" yeah stuff like that. How can you not love him? On a downside, he's a big crybaby :'( any single thing can caused him flood in tears. I don't know whether he's sensitive, or very spoiled. But he has to change as he grow older. D is his longtime mentor. There's a first time in everything and D almost taught all his "first time experience" like cycling, swimming, etc. He's very close to us, he stay over once a week at our house. He even ever said, can I move in to your house please? 

on Kenrick's 9th birthday
Now I'm married, I can't be with them everyday like I used to. But I manage to go with one or both of them at least once a week. They would visit my house or vice versa. But oh gosh, I still
That's only a little thing about my brother and sister... One thing for sure, I hope our bond getting stronger each day and I pray to God to give them endless blessing and happiness. But when all is fail, at least they still have me to support their back. My shoulder is here whenever they need someone to lean on to. I may not be the best sister, but I'll love you all forever. XOXO
us in orange

swimming time! with D and his sister

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