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colours never lie
Tuesday, May 29, 2007


Stelly boo flew off to Shenyang this morning. Sheeks, I'm kinda missing her already.
That little fart looked so cute dragging her humongous luggage - which was at least half her height. haha.

Like I was telling Shu, Stelly and I are actually really close. Just the other night, she walked into my room and said she didn't feel like sleeping alone and wanted to bunk with me. Plus, she would be going Shenyang soon and needs to bully me before flying. -_-
Even though it sounded really nasty, but I was actually touched to hear that.

And this morning, she gave us all a hug before entering the gates. Ahhh my little sister's all grown up now.

It's always me spending the night out, spending days away from home, spending so much time outside. I never really thought about her being lonely and stuff. Well I do, but I never thought of the extent. There are times I came home early specially just so she wouldn't be too bored at home, and feel guilty when I leave house and see her all alone, in the night when my parents are out. But it never struck me once, that she'd feel empty and all.

But today, when I saw her walk solitary into the gates, go through the checkpoints alone, walked to her teacher and classmates, I realised my little baby sister grew up without me knowing.

In a way, I thought I felt like how my parents felt. A sense of pride and a little reluctant - because she's independant and all grown up. I even asked my mum if she felt like crying (because I secretly felt like it. haha).

Ahh I sound like a mother already. tsk tsk.
heh. I don't think I ever really said it for real, but I love my sister. =)



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