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Sunday, February 1, 2009
good luck sher for ur OP tml!
was looking for something in the luggage when i chance upon this letter that my younger sis gave me a few years back (think it was 5 yrs agooo?) i missed the "her" 5 yrs ago. she was so cuteee and angelic and i love to peck on her chubby cheeks! but as we grew up, esp during this time, i feel like slapping her at times. eyes used to be moist when i saw this letter last time. esp the part she say "bye i miss you!" and she also send me a photo of herself! i always pity her cos she seems lonely in indo, my fattu is kinda tight and strict on her. i rmb he always don't allow her to go on field trips with her class and how i wanted to cry. cos while im having freedom in sg, she is like trapped at home. but somehow part of me wanted to be like her..

5:38 AM
The new dogwalkers.