My sister's talking about how she's going to die N years from now and fretting that she'd be the last one to die.

And no, I'm not going to write an auto-biography on you. Too bad, J-junior.

She's like, talking about how scared she is of dying now. Ha-ha. Shouldn't she be more worried about her PSLE now? Maybe the PSLE stress drove her nuts....Seriously, my sister's latest hobby is to talk to herself (in hope that I'd answer). How disturbing.

Only remember the good stuff and throw everything else out of the window. It's our last year together.

W: I'm sleepy....
(a few minutes later...)
S: Should I drink minestrone or mushroom?
W&F: Mushroom!
S: Hmmmm~~
(a few minutes later...)
S: Should I order now?
(a few minutes later...)
W: This song sounds familiar...Let me think~~
(a few minutes later...)
F: I'm going to explode.
S: Tired~~
W: ARGH! *threatens to tear paper*
(a few minutes later...)
W: What's the risk of immunization?!
(a few minutes later...)
S: I go order now!
F: I'm going to explode.
W: I want to sleep!!
(Minestrone arrives)
F: I'm going to explode!

Seriously, hahaha!

Thank you for all the wonderful memories. You're the best ever. <3