This is killing me, no kidding.



Can't sleep properly, can't move properly, can't wear clothes properly.
It's really painful and it feels like it's burning like mad everytime.
Omg someone please save me. :(
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Anyway, aunty Josie left and we went to send her off just now. I held my tears back but I couldn't anymore when we separated. I hugged her and started sobbing like mad. She cried too. "Okay, let go let go, or later aunty will be late" was all she could say. Mom, dad and brother cried too. I am really gna miss her.

I rmb the times she wld come all the way to Clementi to bring me home from school, walk me to my piano tcher's house, draw the curtains in the morning while I'm still sleeping, braid my hair, paint my nails, tell me not to be angry at daddy, cook my favourite dishes, peel fish for me, nag at me to buy new school shoes/socks, remind me to bring my hp/ipod/wallet/cash/school badges, make banana smoothie with me during my study breaks, bake brownies with me, help me find my misplaced items in my room, scold me when I try on clothes and mess my bed, watch mtv/starworld/chinese dramas with me, how she thought Fahrenheit was a Korean boyband and asked me to come out to see them on tv.

I really cannot list out all the things she has done for me, not only as a helper, but as a mother, sister and friend. I know things are not going to be the same anymore, but I'm gna be strong now. I know she'll be happy to be back with her family, so that's what keeps me optimistic too. Please take care aunty.

Thank you for the past 16 years of care and love. XOXO
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And you've never got the chance to see how good I've done
and you've never got to see me back at number 1.
I wish that you were here to celebrate together,
I wish that we could spend the holidays together.