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Wednesday, January 30, 2008


-with love, from me.-




you know, i was at a loss when i heard
you cried over the phone because of your results

i dont know how to react when i have friends coming up to me
and telling me that they saw you smoking

or when you are filling up the different applications
to the schools you wanted and i wasnt there with you

or how about the night you got back your results
and you din come home until the wee hours

and if i really look at the wall full of your pictures,
i will realise that there's only one picture of us
and that was taken like.. 15years ago?

and if i look at mine, i would have realised there is
none of you

oh, how i would rave and tell others about how good you are
cooking my meals, buying me stuff, calling me back all the way from Cambodia to wish me happy birthday
or just being there whenever mommy's sickness acts up again

and as i sit in the room next to yours
typing this as tears cant help but fall

i am glad to have you as my sister
"bug yee" and all to me

love you.



| s a n d y wrote this down @ 02:38|

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