Osney.

I miss when Olie used to look up to me when she was young. I was the one. The playmate, the rolemodel, the one to kachiow when she was bored, the one to accuse of stealing when she lost chocho. Now she's all grown up and developing a mind of her own, and in a way i'm glad she is too. But i miss the little round cheeked, round eyed tomboy who used to gallop around behind me, picking up my bad habits. She was so cute. Now she's gotten pretty, skinny, and a bit headstrong. But i'm so proud. My small sister is growing up. That's not one of the things i thought would ever happen.

When we were little we used to play a little game on the tiresome drives we took when we went on holiday to The Half-bridge Land (or land-of-halfway-build-bridge-throw-tantrum-and-give-up). We would kneel on the back seat and peer out on the road behind us. Then after agreeing that all red cars are bad guys, we would proceed to send them to their doom by shooting them with our turret guns ie. hands.

PIEWPIEWPIEWPIEW!!! Eh i shoot that one already! Quick there got another one! AHHHHHh!!!! IT'S COMING IT'S COMING! PIEWPIEW!!! Wah heng ah.

We were so cute. We continued until either we got bored or carsick or papa barked at us to be quiet cos he was getting a headache.

I miss my little friend, the my little impish sidekick. My wingman of mayhem.















She giggled when i called her Osney.