My name is Irene.
Fourteen Seventeen,26thJanuary
Dunman High 2Kiron(!) 3MIA! (: 4MUACKZX 5C33
Green Day, All-American Rejects, The Maine, All Time Low, A Rocket To The Moon ♥ I'm pretty cool.
My aunt's here for her almost annual June GSS vacation, and she's already leaving tomorrow... Time fleeted by as a tinge of guilt crawled into the depths of my heart as I knew that my time spent with her was limited ): since I really had to start hitting the books. We dug out two old albums for her perusal today. Two beautifully decorated albums filled with childhood pictures in the zoo, birdpark, KFC, and Cameron Highlands. She painstakingly devoted time and patience into scrapbooking these albums that charted our growth. Always a pleasure to delve into the past with the precious memories these albums contain, at times of transition and change... So just feeling very grateful to her for her efforts... When we were young she used to work here in Singapore, and would take care of us meticulously like a second mum. Even now when she's here with us, she showed her care in the smallest ways that would never fail to tug at my heartstrings. Offering to prepare any drinks whenever I was studying, telling my sister to not engage in any activity that would pose the least disturbance when I'm immersed in books... Likewise when we were young, she would bring us to the library, cook macaroni with heartshaped carrots, buy us presents, and essentially showered us with much much much love. Even now when she's in Malaysia, minding her small gift shop, she always remembers to send Xmas and birthday presents over via courier, and once she even mailed small newspaper cutouts of health and wellness particularly relevant to the crises my sister and I are prone to (like stress, pimples, etc.), never failing to show her concern and care. Her occasional texts and FB messages to ask about us, are also particularly sweet and meaningful... While I often send short and abrupt replies in the midst of all my activities. And even often forgot her birthday. During her stay here, she also taught me several life lessons... She encouraged me to pursue studies overseas due to its great experience. And also to not be afraid and to be open to many possibilities, as I will eventually find the place where I belong. Just like how she went back to Kuantan even though she enjoyed life here, after she realised how short life can be after my grandfather passed away in his midyears. She wanted to do what she likes, to live the way she wants to. So this realisation, of how I always miss out on the more important things and relationships in life, made me rather pensive 2 days back. About how I was wasting time studying, instead of grabbing hold of every available opportunity I can live in the beauty and value of the present, the ephemeral moments which may never return... Life is unpredictable, life is too short. Being usually bad with conclusions, I'll just end off by saying I can't wait for this November to be over.