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today i wake up and find my wallet gone, i was so angry and feel so helpless. my good-for-nothing younger brother took it. and so many wat-ifs came into my mind at that time..

"wat if he use my money go and buy a handphone?" <- my mom will be responsible

for your info, he sold his previous nokia 6230 for peanuts $150, used my papa's phone, and self-destroyed it. so he has nothing now time..

"wat if he use finish my ez-link card?" <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if he use my funkey card?" <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if he swipe my cards for useless thing?" <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if my wallet end up with his friends?" <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if my money wouldnt be there anymore?" <- my mom will be responsible

for your info, i know it wouldnt be there anymore, but surprisingly, he only took 30 bucks

"wat if he use my name to do bad things?" <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if he lost my wallet?" <- my mom will be responsible

he will be punish severely for i have to pay for so much replacement

"wat if he use my nric to...?'" <- my mom will be responsible

i will nv spare him and hand him over to the police

"wat if..." <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if..." <- my mom will be responsible
"wat if..." <- my mom will be responsible

everything my mom will be responsible. i dun care i have already planned to call the police when i got home. but lucky for him, he reached home before me. i received dozens of calls from my home, and when i call back, he happens to pick up the call and apolognize to me. but its useless. things will happen again soon. this is not the 1st time. not the second time. its the endless count.

he always answer my questions with another question. i was really so frustrated with him. i was thinking of how to punish him. my brother will arm-lock him, and me standing in front of him slapping him. but its not enough, i will make sure i leave him disfigured, with my nails crawling on his skin. using a cane to whip him is too simple, i will tie him in bed, use a super thicker cane or rod to hit him. worse, i will use needles and pins to poke his skin. make him cry and know i'm not someone he can easily step over. ken said that i was mentally sick, psycho. i am. but he force me into this. i cant believe i will tot of all these methods. he is in the living room sleeping on the sofa now. he always nv dare to sleep in his room when he done something wrong. for the fear of retributions. well, he will nv know.