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Sunday, May 16, 2010 . 5/16/2010 11:36:00 PM

Damn. Accidentally made myself bleed. Nothing to worry about. It's my eczema. It's just that it's too itchy... and you know the rest. I have extreme low tolerance for itch. Pain, yes. Not itch. 

I have stated many time how much I love my family. I love my Mum for raising us up as a single mother. I'm sure you guys have read about this many many times.

I shall switch the attention to my brothers then. I love my brothers lots too. I can't imagine life without them. Sometimes, when one of them is missing, the house is so quiet, I wish they'd come back so we can go back to being crazy siblings, no matter the fighting or just the craziness. 

Sometimes, I don't feel like the oldest sibling. They look older than me anyway (probably due to the height difference... and people saying that). I rely a lot on them, and they're the ones giving advice to me. They have so much in life, it's the truth when I say I really really admire and respect them, despite some of their fault. 

I love it when they sense my depression and start doing silly things to make me laugh and brighten up the rest of the day. I love it when they come up to me for advice and help for homework (believe me, this doesn't happen often). I love it when we sing together in the living room or their bedroom or in the car. I love it when we hang out in the living room talking about good and bad music. 

Simply say, I love it when I'm with my brothers. They're one of the best things in my life. 

I'm not sure what would happen if I lose them. When one of them was hurt badly some time ago, it scared me real bad. Each one of us is the glue that holds us together. Without any one of us, it's... different. I can't imagine life without them. 

I can never remember a time when I was an only child (probably because Big Bro and I are only one year apart). Maybe that's a good thing. I don't like feeling lonely at all. It isn't the same as having someone to hang out with, someone to 'bully', someone to eat and do thing with. And they're people who won't ever abandon you.

Because we're bonded by blood.

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