Dad, Mum, Brother & Sisters

My latest addiction has come in the form of the Brothers & Sisters (B&S), the drama that revolves around the Walker family. Somewhat a more mature theme than Seventh Heaven as B&S pictures on mainly the complications that arose with the sudden death of William Walker, the head of the family.

I hold in great affinity of the close kinship that the Walker siblings have with each other. What I love about the cast is the great chemistry that the actors and actresses have as a family that it clearly slips off my mind that they are not even a real family.

The main thing I love about the drama is the family love it showcases.

Coming from a family of six, relatively the biggest among my paternal side, we're a noisy bunch of people.

Raising of voices to get things done and screaming at each other's throats during fights are a norm to us.

But, so too are sitting together at the dinner table, watching television shows and having discussions as a family.

Maybe I am lucky that I even share a joking relationship with my dad. Most of the time, I'd comment on his ever-growing-bulge of the tummy, and other times, I'd end up ignoring his demand of attention each time he said he wants to start bowling again. And he would still depend on me to wake him up for the 3am Liverpool matches.

My mum has a favourite daughter. But no, it isn't me alright. But I would like to think that we've all, if not, almost grown out of sibling rivalry. Every one of us would get differing amounts of attention. Technically for now, I'm the one with the biggest cut due to my current condition and although I am not complaining, I would not mind not getting the bi-hourly calls from her. Despite her quirky and bimbotic ways (which I suspect what we girls inherited from her) and her career, she still is the mother who rushes home to cook, do whatever laundry she can and prepare stuff for the family.

I am extremely excited at the future addition of a family member in the form of a sister-in-law. She is definitely someone I am very glad that my brother has chosen to be with. Anyway, I would never have thought that I could come close to being this cordial with my brother as a previous entry had stated how much bullying I was put under my brother. And as the only guy among the siblings, there are always times when there are accusations of some abuse of power. But thank God, he's still the brother who lends me his PSP to play Burnout and offer me the drive to beat his record.

My younger sister, officially the third sibling yet always mistaken as the eldest (I still maintain as the second, just that my eldest brother tends to come across as the third), acts as the biggest rebel among us. Always pouncing on some opportunity to wear my clothes despite the fact that she is 1-2 sizes larger than me, she poses as my wardrobe's wrath. No prizes for guessing that we'd usually end up screaming at each other for the same reasons. Yet, being a fellow volunteer in the same organization as I am, we're inseparable as one of the group of "volunteer sisters" where we are each other's pillars whenever we can be.

Now, coming to my mum's favourite daughter, my baby sister (ok, I know she's already going on to 16 soon but I don't care, she's still my baby) whom I am missing terribly now that she's in KL for her CCA activities. Let me correct what's in the brackets, she isn't only my baby, she's everyone's baby in the house. Everyone (except my dad) creeps up to her when she's asleep and tries to coo to her with the potential risk of her screaming in her sleep to get off her bed. But she isn't perfect. In fact, I do scream at her (I told you we're a screaming family) if I am not satisfied with her actions. Oh, I miss her so much.

I hope our kinship will stay this strong as always. Its my only wish for my family, my home.

I cannot ever imagine having to live my life without any of them.