11:49 PM

i reli hate to admit.. but the more i think.. the more i think tt it's true..

ever since my one yr disappearance from singapore..
we juz aren't that close anymore.
yeh.. noe tt we all gotta grow up..
but i still fondly think back to the days where we're still kids..
trooping happily off to shop&save to stock up on our chocolate store..
complaining while cleaning up the hamsters' cages.
bet u dun remember them anymore.

we used to stay up and chat till the wee hrs of the nite..
our topics of conversation neverending.
yet now.. i'm only thought of..
whenever u require my help in something..
get a letter from the gip office..
an sms to buy the printer ink..
a request to help refill the printer ink.
is there nothing more to us now than the PRINTER INK???!!

being labelled 'boring' coz i simply haf tons of hw, tests and projects to complete when i'm home and so i dun haf the time to sit in on ur 'laze around' sessions.
not being as 'pee-goos' obsessed means i shall be excluded from all the 'pee-goos' jokes and stories.
saying tt i dun like to run @ the treadmill once translates to being excluded from all the 'hamster place' outings.
a cheerful greeting returned with a simple nod.
no happy faces. no excitement. no laughter.
when i'm home.

someone tell me pls.. isn't there more to being a sister than this???
isn't there more to being a sister than a necessity kit??

sometimes.. i can't help but feel so easily dispensible.. that if i were to disappear again for another one yr.. no one at home wld notice the difference. maybe except my parents perhaps.

a home simply isn't that much like a home anymore.

~gone in a moment..