The brother has yet to cease doing really immature things.

Yesterday - my shorts were tossed in the small trash can in my room.
Today - my e-mail address was deleted from the sign in menu on MSN Messenger.

My foot cream from The Body Shop is still missing. No prizes for guessing who's probably behind it; I know exactly where I left it and it's not there anymore.

I really don't know what else to say or think. I'm still giving the mother the cold shoulder simply because I'm sick and tired of her siding him. If I say anything to her about what he's been doing, I'll just get even more pissed off because she'll just mutter something about "Gaduh la lagi" blah blah blah and not tell him off or something. Same old same old.

I told Fadz about how all my life, I was taught to mengalah (give in) to whatever my brother wanted simply because he was the younger one. Fadz was incredulous because normally it's the other way around. The younger one should give in to the older sibling and respect them. That was what he was taught; from what I can see, that was what Mazue and Haddy's siblings were taught, same goes for Ika. Fadz has seen for himself what a brat my brother can be and how disrespectful he is towards me. He told me that if he ever treated his two older sisters the way my brother treated me the night we were at A&W after the Linkin Park concert, his father would've given him a tight slap across the face. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case in my family. My brother always got his way; no one would've scolded him for treating me like that.

I've always felt like I just didn't belong in this family. I don't think anyone really made me feel wanted.