I have a very, very, VERY mean 12-year-old sister. I chanced upon her blog today and to my horror, she refers to me, her 19-year-old sister as "big-bottomed". It is true that my behind is expanding like a balloon which just blows up but won't explode, but surely that should not have been an excuse for her to mock me and call me names. It's so hurtful. What did I ever do wrong to have such a menace in my life? I remember being 12 years old but I most certainly do not recall being such a pesky irritant and so bitchy. What was I doing after psle? I had a trip to Langkawi with the family and I was pretty much a good girl. I am serious. Back then, I wasn't aware of the wonders of technology. I didn't even keep a diary when I was in primary school, much less a blog. I don't even recall calling my sisters names.

Ye lah, bak kata pepatah, dulu lain sekarang lain.

Times have changed and so should respect for the elders too issit?

Let me just ask some of you these questions.

Have you ever gotten a loud and rude answer from your siblings when all you did was ask politely?

Have you ever been told to shut up by your younger siblings?

Has any of your siblings screamed at you when they could have well used a 6-inch voice?

Everytime she rolls her eyes at me, with her lips doing that usual... (I don't know how she does it), or everytime she tells me to shut up, I feel like kicking her scrawny ass so hard each time she turns her back on me, so that she'll fall flat on her face. It'll help putting her teeth back in place too, I suppose. The angst I feel everytime something like that happens is very overwhelming. Some days, I just take deep breaths and resist the temptation to hit her with something and on some days, I just... cry. What better way to release the surmountable angst and emotional tension than to cry buckets.

If all that crying doesn't help, I'd just stuff my face with food. That is so passe... gorging my way to ultimate weight-gain and an enormous behind whenever I feel depressed. But I've to say this, it works every single time. So, there you have it. Maybe she should take some credit for size of my bum. Of course she should, she has everything to do with it! Yet, she still has the cheek to call me big-bottomed after all that she has done. Some nerves she has.

I think, the only reason why I've never resort to violence even though she has hurt me too many a times is because of the unwavering love I have for my sisters. I know that deep within me, there's a love so strong, I can never bring myself to hurt any of them. Though sometimes I do wish to just doink them twerps in the head. If only they knew.