I spent an hour wondering what I have done to deserve getting this disease from my sis. I lay on my bed this morning after I open my eyes. Since the disease was from her, I decided to target all my source of reasons from her. What have I done with or to her before?

In the recent case of stealing, I stole some char siew bao from her, I know it was definitely bought for her by my aunt, but since it was a whopping amount of 16 buns, I stole 2 – 3 of them. The next day there are about another same amount of puo luo bao. I don’t know what kind of bun it is, but I remember loving the taste of this yellow stuff on top of the bun, so this time, I stole more. It was left out there on the dining table, I am sure my other siblings and cousin did take some as well, but I am the only sufferer. Not that I wish they would suffer the same fate as me, absolutely not. At least let me scot free like the rest of them mar. Then again, maybe it’s not the reason.

And then I think back to the last time I did something really bad to her, and by far, I think Pamela is the only one to know, coz I have already known her back then. Oh yeah, and this other friend in Melbourne who happen to be my sister’s friend too, strictly speaking, my sis knows her first. Should I say? It involve the risk of me getting spanked by my sis if I type this out, but then again, she haven’t been visiting my blog for a century as she is a really very, very busy business woman. Who would anyone with her job visit a stupid little blog like mine. With that deduction, I guess it’s pretty safe for me to own up a very, very evil thing I have done. *note* This is private and confidential ( to my sis only and maybe my siblings) so if any of this gets to them, I think my head will roll…

Additional note : that behavior can only be found on me almost a decade ago, I won’t do such stupid things now so worry not my friends.

There was one very good evening when I was talking on the phone with Pammy. We used to chat on phone every other day after school to gossip and talk about which next shopping center we should go after school and of coz, get very excited about it. That particular afternoon though, I received a note on my table saying that I am disgusting coz I keep using the wrong toothbrush due to the fact that the color of my tooth brush and the “note leaver” was very similar. One blueish green and one greenish blue. I still remember it was oral-b. Not to mention the same brand and same model of the toothbrush totally confuses me. I didn’t notice it until I saw the note and have a look at it the next time I took a shower. I was surprised at the similarity of the toothbrush but angry at the note leaver for leaving such a note. These things went thru my mind

“I am disgusting? I am just careless for using the wrong toothbrush, I am the one who feel disgusted now, and you think you’re so clean and pure that I love using yours? You think I am disgusting? Let me show YOU disgusting.”

With that, I *ahem* actually, haha, brushed *cough cough* that toothbrush *sneeze* on my *yawn* ass crack *ahem* a few times *whistles* and put it back. I don’t remember if I use it on the *ahem* toilet bowl too.

Let me clarify some of the things, I still haven’t figure out that was my sister’s toothbrush then, it might be my brother’s one I thought. But my brother is a log head and I don’t think he would do such thing as leaving a note. As far as my brothers go, I just think that they would come to me straight and tell me the exact same words without the need to sneakily leave a note. The only one left is my sister, coz my maid doesn’t write in English. I figured that out a while after I carried out my mischief. And I smirk heavily each time my sis use the toothbrush. I even told Pammy very excitedly about this right after, while looking forward to the virgin brush of that tainted toothbrush (me and my sis weren’t on good terms before that anyway. Never were we until the recent years.)

If that is not enough, how bout stealing twenty Cents to a dollar from her piggy bank (a real porcelain piggy bank back then) almost every other day when I was in primary one, to save up and buy a badminton racket, only to realize that I need the feathered ball and a partner with a racket in order to play a badminton game.

*sigh* the things I did when I was young.

Now I am going to torture myself out of guilt by sleeping on my lovely bed and adding to the torture, a fan will be facing me with its energetic speed 3.

Oh yeah, my blister is subsiding one by one, just one or two seems to be growing instead of clearing.