One more day...

... till a special someone leaves for England.

Zoey. My sister. A dearest friend. My childhood playmate and comrade.

We've shared a room before. Played together. We've quarreled and fought over the silliest things just like any good sibblings do - but we always reconciled after that. We've cried together. Laughed together. We've dreamed and cried over broken dreams. We've had our long chats (that continued over the telephone after I left home in year 2003), shopping trips, movies and holidays together. Supported one another in one another's battles. I wouldn't have pulled through the many years of eating disorders without my sister's continual support, encouragement and love.

Actually I feel that she has been more of an older sister to me - through my ED days.

We are total opposites. She's sanguine when I am totally not sanguine. She's brilliant at public speaking and I am not. She's good at crowds when I am shy and reserved. She loves chatting online, when I have no particular affection towards that. We never even looked alike, until the recent years - when we started spotting some similarities! She is much better at verbal expression than I am. I think she's more of a David and I am more of a Jonathan... in many ways.

She's an excellent musician. Sweet-voiced vocallist. Creative designer. Good in her studies. Hardworking night-owl. A talented actress. Dedicated servant of God. Godly, funny, beautiful, authentic, crazy. Weird in her own ways. Haha.

And so...

I feel like **** not going back to KL to send her off.