No Longer the Fifth Member

From a couple posts ago.. I revealed a rather disturbing thing that had happened.

After many things that have unfolded for the past couple of months.. I’m no longer the fifth member. I am number four. (Yes, that is a movie reference, but this is serious.)  I don’t feel comfortable with disclosing too much information but the bottom line is, he left us, he walked out on this family. He chose a life of lies, vulgarity and disappointment.

As a result of his decision, our family of five has become a family of four.

Tears were shed, dust was cleared and we shall continue to rise from all of this; stronger and wiser.

Be strong.


[Update] The Tale of Reading, Darkness and Failures


I’m back, so far.. I think it’s safe to say that I’m doing a pretty good job at keeping up with these posts. Sure, they’re not exactly ‘daily’ posts but I’d say it’s pretty close.

Today was my first day back at school.

For the past two weeks,  all the seniors (Year 11 & 12) were slaving away and sitting for exams so there weren’t any classes for us, exam students, to attend. Out of that whole two weeks break, I was only able to fully enjoy the last three days, only because the rest of the days were filled with panic, stress and sitting for hours on end in a giant room filled with fellow half-dead students.

With that being said, let’s bring it back to.. ‘Today was my first day back at school’.

It’s a new day, a new topic for all of my subjects. Basically, a fresh start.

I started off the day at 5:20AM but only felt the strength to unravel myself out of my sheets at 5:40 AM.  Usually, I wake at 5:20 to fit in a little yoga session on my mat and finishing just in time to begin school preparations at 6:00AM. However, on this particular morning I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to push myself to get onto the mat because I don’t know about you but I have committed myself to yoga practice for the sole purpose of relaxation. I don’t want to push myself to do yoga when I clearly do not wish to because it’ll just produce a really undesirable effect.

In end, I spent the time slowly easing into my day.

I left the house at the usual time: 6:55AM to catch the bus to the nearest train station.

On this particular morning the sky was unusually dark and the sun was late in its early rising duties. At this point in time, I found the change rather … refreshing.

Once I stepped onto the train, I began a new reading adventure by making a start on the book: Great Expectations. Which is a book written by Charles Dickens. I’m not going to lie, I probably wouldn’t have picked up a book like this if I was left with the choice. However, my literature class will be studying this text by the next term and I thought it would be a sensible idea if I made a dent in it while I had the time.

While I was in  the midst of doing so an announcement was made. It was the driver, informing all the passengers that the train will be stopped at the next station for as little as a couple of minutes to as long as twenty minutes due to a bank-up of trains at the second last stop to the city. (Which was where I needed to get off)

This had never happened before so I was a little worried. I had a bus I need to catch at that stop, I couldn’t afford to wait twenty minutes.

Luckily, that little intermission only lasted around five minutes and then things proceeded as normal. In the end, I was still able to make it in time to catch the bus that I needed to catch and things were all fine and good.


I received the results to three out of six exams that I sat for. I scored well for one of them but I failed the other two. Things were definitely not looking good.

It wasn’t a complete shock to me since I had a sinking feeling about it after leaving the examination room but it doesn’t change the fact that I failed.

Today just wasn’t a good day and I got it. That unusual darkness this morning? It was prefect foreshadowing for my failures that I had to face today.

But it’s okay. I failed.

I failed and I can’t do anything but accept it. There’s no side-stepping this, I just have to face it.

As a quote once said:

“Successful people dare to fail but refuse to be defeated by failure.”

Moping around about failing will do me no good. I’ve got get back up and get revenge.

And what’s the best revenge?

“Success is the best revenge.”– Ed Sheeran


I’m going to start by taking advantage of this fresh start by preparing for the next exam tonight. I’m going to use the time I have while I have it.

Let’s make this work.



The Tale of the Disappointed and Pissed-Off Fifth Member


As mentioned in my previous post.. I have come to the conclusion that I would update more frequently on this blog site. And that I shall do.

However, I didn’t think that the topic I would be covering for my first official post back would be this.

As mentioned in my very first post on this site, I talked about how I was the fifth member and how I had an older brother. The topic that I’ll be covering today will be a little touchy, a tad bit personal and all-round hush-hush. However, seeing as how this is my blog and I’ll be telling the events that occur in [The Tale of the Fifth Member].. I think that I should be free to write honestly and freely.

So let’s see…

Several months ago, my parents left the country for a month and my sister had been away on an internship for a couple of months too. During this time, the house was left to both my brother and I. Of course, my brother decided to drop the ‘secret girlfriend bomb’ on me. Not only that, I also became aware of the fact that this woman was twelve years my brother’s senior, had no education past the age of twelve and was an illegal immigrant from China to boot!

Not only was that a shocker, he wanted to bring this girl over to stay at the house for the month that my parents weren’t around. Of course, I was utterly against this. No way was I going to ever be okay with it.  But after the nights of screaming, crying and yelling.. I agreed to meet with her and then make my decision. I should applaud my brother’s acting. I genuinely believed him when he got down on his knees and started begging me.

Because the night he brought her and the moment she stepped into the house, there was no turning back. He was going to have her stay here, no matter what. And I had absolutely no stay in it. And so it began.

During the days of her staying over, let’s just say, I realised how stupid this girl really was. [Oh yeah, by the way, did I mention she can’t speak a word of English? And she’s been staying here for over two years now.]  Her knife skills are absolutely terrible, not only that, the way she dumps the knife everywhere with the sharp side facing up. Not only that, she never learns! I told her countless of times not to do that, yet she still does so! Remember this isn’t her house, so she shouldn’t have the liberty of potentially kill the people who live in it!

Not only that, but obviously, it’s completely necessary for her to prance around the house in my brother’s T-shirt and boxers. Seriously, she stayed in that ensemble for the whole month. Not only did that sight burn my eyeballs, but watching her attempt to straddle my brother at every chance she gets, or hearing her moans coming from my brother’s room at two in the morning really did a bang-up job of triggering my gag reflex.

Both of them were so selfish, sure fine, feel free to do all those sick stuff IF YOU’RE ALONE. But come on, I really don’t need to see that crap.

To top it off, she even wanted to pay this druggy that forced his crappy cleaning services on the highway. Even after my brother told her not to flash him the money more than ten times. And she’s meant to be the thirty two year old here.

Two weeks after my parents came back home, my brother dropped the ‘girlfriend bomb’ on them too. Of course, after hearing the circumstances in which this girl was in, they weren’t too ecstatic about it. You could even say the house hold turned into living hell as everyone turned onto each other and I even got the rump of it even though it had absolutely nothing to do with it.

After a week or so, she came over to our house and my parents met her for the first time. As far as my parents were aware off, that was the first time I met with her too. During this time, my opinion of this girl was that she was undoubtedly stupid but other than that.. it wasn’t that bad. My parents on the other hand claimed her to be manipulative and … somethings that were even worse than that.

Subsequent to this.. other things have unfolded however, everyone in this family had tolerated my brother’s bullshit but yesterday… I wasn’t going to deal with his crap anymore. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

In the middle of the night, last night, I head two pairs of footsteps, walking past my room, and then they separated. One went to the bathroom, the other to the toilet. Unless my brother developed two pairs of feet… I knew something was up.

After poking my head into his room while both of them were showering together, my suspicions were proved to be right when I saw that girl’s phone sitting on his bed and her handbag tucked behind his bed. THAT WAS IT.

This boy had the nerve to sneak this girl in, without informing my parents (fully knowing how my parents felt about his relationship with this girl), without informing me and he thought he could get away with this crap with my parents in the next room. He might’ve gotten away with it. But I have had enough of this shit. It wasn’t fair on my parents, this was their house and they didn’t deserve to have some illegal immigrant snooping around.

After waking up my parents are 12AM, I gave them the 411 and my mother pounced onto them once they came out of the shower. God was it unsightly. My brother was wearing nothing but his boxers and the girl was also in the midst of getting dressed. And it was completely understandable when my mother snapped and started reprimanding the girl. However while all this was happening the girl didn’t even have the decency to face my mother. Instead her back was to my mother and she just kept stuffing all her crap into her goddamn handbag, wrapping her scarf around he neck in a rushed, haughty manner while completely ignoring my mother’s presence. THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW.

This girl was a complete bitch! A shit brained, bitchy, skanky, two-faced snake in the grass!

And all she did was hide behind my brother and act as if both of them were the victims here.

It took me all my willpower to stop myself from pouncing on her and slapping the shit out of her.

The way she ‘apologised’ with absolutely not hint of remorse was enough for me to break my silence and speak my mind.

I won’t go into the details but in the end, the girl threw a tantrum.

And now here we are, the family’s broken.

My brother was finally given the ultimatum, either leave the manipulative cow or move out.

I hope he’s happy now.

I’m utterly disappointed in his stupidity.

And this may sound horrible, but I’ve completely given up on him.

In the future, I can see it now, that girl isn’t going to stick with him… her future is going back to China and entertaining old men who waste their life away in dusty old rooms by gambling and pouring tea for them. She doesn’t want to have kids and honestly, after the three years that they’re not allowed to meet each other, she’ll (frankly) be way too old to do so.

So that’s what he’s leaving his family for, a mainly sexual relationship with a woman that’s nearly old enough to be his mother that spends her life in a crapshoot and she doesn’t even have the motivation to attempt to learn the English language, instead she spends all her free time watching Hong Kong dramas in my brother’s underwear. She’s really living the glamarous life dotcha’ think?

I hope for her sake, she never sees me again, because next time I won’t be satisfied until I slap her or give her a suckerpunch, whichever suits my mood on that day.

I’m sorry for that whole dump.

I hope all of you have a great day.

The End.

An Update: [The Tale of Reconnection]

I know, I’ve been severely neglecting this blog.

[Not to mention all other blog sites… However, none of them could compare to the number of times I have neglected this blog.]

I’m also completely aware that it’s already the middle of 2015 and I’m only just starting to update all my blogs. With all of life’s shenanigans, my hands have been completely full, leaving me with an unsettling lack of time for me to tend to my mental and physical state. Since I’ve recently began this conquest of reconnecting with all of my blogs, I’ve released an overall update [most of them being studying and Ed Sheeran related matters] on Linn Express and yesterday, I published a movie review [Little Manhattan] on Linn Reviews. If you’d like to read them, just click here and here.

In addition to reconnecting to this blog, I have also decided to breathe new life into LinnTellsAStory by changing the entire theme, into something of a more simple and straight-forwarded nature.

I’ve also received a newly found determination, so much so that I have decided to make a proclamation that I am determined to stick with. I will do my best to update this blog on a some-what weekly basis. [That may not ring true at times.. but I do promise to update on a much more frequent basis.]

With that… I’ll be leaving with an adieu.

I look forward to working with you.