Been stuck at home and down with flu and fever. Yucks. But waiting forever for my sis to get back from Cambodia. Gosh. How much do I miss my 19 going on 7 sister? She's so full of rubbish and I kinda miss those rubbish now that the days are gettin so boring and the only highlight is the concert at the end of certain days. Let's see how many more days before she comes home.. *counts fingers* about 3? Last night, I had this really scary nightmare about my sister, who decided she wants to die. So she swallows a pill in front of my very eyes and died. *touch wood!!* I woke up feeling so horrible. sigh. Why do we miss people only when they're gone? Why do we regret loving them only when they no longer cease to be with us? Why do we refuse to forgive and seek forgiveness until it's too late? Why do we keep thinking there'll be another day, when that day might never come? Why do we bare so much hatred and grudge for the person, and then spent a lifetime regretting? Why are we too proud to admit that we love someone, only until the person's gone? Why do we fail to see the goodness of someone until the race is run? To mom, dad, big sis Charm and all my friends, if tomorrow never comes for me, I love you all! :)