Hello.

I had a very.. Strange experience yesterday.


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Anyway, let's go on.
I came home from school today.
Suhaimi came to my house.
Play piano.
W/e.
Then I was really as tired as heck.
So I went to take a nap.
When I woke up.
I went to my table to check my MSN.
Because someone was bugging me.
Then I saw it.

A box.
A game.

Maybe some of you will say.
"What's the big deal?"
"It's just a present."
"It's just a game."

Well, it means lots to me.
Maybe somewhere in my heart, it touched me.(Don't think perversely here)
It sort of gave me the courage to continue living on.
Now, it's probably stupid.
But, yea.
I unconsciously let loose a tear down my cheek.
I didn't notice it until I saw a blob of water on my arm.

Yea, so I just wanted to say.
Thanks, even though I am not a very good brother.
I argued with you.
I even fought with you.
I disturbed you while you were doing your homework by asking you how to do mine.
Even though your homework are more important then mine.
You tolerated me, and helped me everytime I needed help.
You gave me the better things.
You lent me money when I needed it.
I just wanted to tell you, you mean a lot to me.
Even if I don't show it, because I don't know how to.
Even though you're not the perfect brother.
You're the best brother in the world.
Once again, thanks.
I know just "thank you"s do not suffice.
Still, thank you.