a love letter of sorts.

So I stumbled upon this thought catalog article, titled: 15 Big Ways You Love Your Little Sister. And while most of their articles make pretty good reads, I totally related to this one. I've included screenshots of parts of the article for those of you who are too lazy to check out the full article. So yeah, dungu, this one's for you. 

Okay fine, so my sister was the Kelly to my Barbie dolls. She was the little princess and I was the crown princess/queen. I got to be the leopard while she was the puppy/kitten/pony. But there were four of us so we rotated roles pretty well. Yeah, I pretty much bullied her into roles that I didn't want. But 'tis the way of life! #sorrynotsorry

Confession time. Remember when we went to our kampung in China for the first time back in 2006 and had dinner in the ancestral home and you wanted to sit but the bench "moved" and you fell on the hard slabs of granite floor? Yeah, after seeing how painful it was I quickly said it was an accident but I actually moved the chair out of place because I thought it would be funny. Turns out... Not funny at all. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. (But more than thankful we're almost halfway across the world from each other right now so you can't kill me when you read this.) I've been plagued by this guilt for 8 years! That's punishment enough, right?

 

 This one's really unfair but true because my sister could put on a sack and look nice. Thanks to her height, she can put on 5kgs without it being noticeable at all. All cuts are flattering on her. Dresses are designed for people like her. Pfft. So Jealous.

 I found number 4 hilarious because: No, she doesn't. I don't think that girl plays any sports at all! BUT. She friggin' climbed Mount Kinabalu (aka tallest mountain in South East Asia and ranked 20th in the World) and made it to the friggin' summit. Got a certificate and all to prove it. You go, girl who doesn't exercise!

 

I never had to worry about her grades. My baby sister is like so friggin' hard working. And disciplined. I could NEVER do that. #respect

 It sucks to be half the world apart, and I feel pretty useless at times, but that girl can handle herself. Right?

 We have the longest, weird ass conversations. We talk about everything, and I mean Everything. 'Nuff said.

 Like when did all these cool activities crop up in Malaysia? It's as though the moment I left for Russia my sister finds all these cool stuffs to do. And I'm like: I want also :(

Ahh yes. We're the sakai Ooi sisters. Zhin Ie and Zhin Han together = dungu squared. Our Ooi and Alikazin relatives can attest to that.

 This shit applies to all my siblings. My direct family, to be precise. No one talks shit 'bout them, except for me.

 Thank you for all the times you quip "Liars go to Hell." My sister has no problem whatsoever telling me that my mom actually meant that I looked FAT, not fair (even when my mom was actually saying that I've gotten fair/light skinned.)

 When did her clothes get so cool and chic and classy?

 Okay, so what if I introduced drinking games to my siblings? I don't trust their friends to do the corruption so I might as well do it myself.

 I don't care if you've been jokingly saying for the past 5/more years that your ambition is to be a "rich housewife". You are graduating with a degree and you're gonna be an independent grown ass woman with her finances in order before you get married. (Unless you find the perfect pair of rich brothers for the two of us. Dibs on the smarter one!)

How are you already 20 this year? How is it possible for me to leave a girl who cried herself to sleep four years ago (I'm NEVER forgetting this!) only to return to someone who has stepped up in my absence and taken over the adult role?

But that's okay. Because for every mature, grown up thing you do that makes me proud, you follow up with three ridiculously dungu actions. And then you're my baby sister again. :)

steamy.

So. Let's talk dreams. It's late ish (almost 2am) and I have test tomorrow so I'm just going to ramble on and hope this doesn't take too long. I apologize in advance for the clutter in my brain and how disorganized my thoughts are.

I read somewhere that we only dream of people that we've met before in real life. It doesn't matter if you remember that person, so long as you've glimpsed at someone's face, that memory will be tucked somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, and they can pop up in our dreams.

So yeah. Those strangers in your dreams? You've met them already.

Going off topic here, but I once had a dream of my wedding day and if this applies, that means I've met my "groom" IRL. Before you ask, NO, I do not know-know who he is.

(Imagine all those other calla-fair background strangers in your dreams. You've met every single one of them in real life. Whoa.) 

Back to the point of this entry about dreams.

Does the same apply to experiences? Sensations? I read a lot, and there are some pretty amazing authors out there that could describe things to a T, and this sort of makes me really experienced. (Theoretically anyway.)

But what if you dreamed of that theoretical experience? And say it blew your mind, will the real thing live up to it's standards after that mind blowing experience that you dreamed of? What if the dream was so good, it put the descriptions you've read about to shame? Are you over-hyping something before you've even experienced it in real life? Is your mind unconsciously setting up impossibly high standards?