Embrace love and life.

Recalling the past 9 years has... proven to be slightly difficult. Obviously that is not the most optimistic of answers, and I automatically assume that people would love to reminisce fondly when they think about their past. However that is a very sweeping statement to make, as not all of us have the idealistic, carefree childhood that shows up in Enid Blyton storybooks.

I'm making the effort to recall how much Aunty Jenny, my domestic helper (I try my best to use the degoratory term 'maid' as little as I can), has seen me grown, from a little 9 year old girl, to one who is one year away from being two decades old. Puberty changes aside (hurrhurr), she says that my character has changed. I am now confident of my ideas, opinions, as compared to the timid, shy girl I was in the past. I think Sihua knows this very well, that I wasn't on the best of terms with her in the beginning of last year, due to something that I wasn't even involved in. It was an arguement between my mum and her, and giving my two cents worth resulted in broken down communitcation with her for six whole months. Cold wars like that are never ever pretty and I'm glad everything managed to be ironed out somehow or another.

What would I do without Aunty Jenny! She is as enthusiastic as I am when it comes to fashion and music. She puts some much needed order in my perpetually messy room, and basically helps the entire family with the domestic chores. Not an easy feat, I'd say. She wakes me up so I can be in school or where ever I have to be on time, she entertains my whimps and fancy, nags a little about the mess I make when I try my hand at baking/cooking, but eventually helps me do the washing. I appreciate everything that she's done for me, and my family, for the past 9 years.

That's why I don't get how some employers treat their domestic helpers so meanly, by restricting their food intake, not giving them time off, making them work from dawn to dask without a break in between. Those callous creatures, they so deserved to go to jail for maid abuse.

Well, Aunty Jenny's leaving tomorrow, and she's heading back home. I cannot imagine how it feels to be away from home for 9 whole years, and it's not like she emails, Skypes or rings her family every other day. Bless you, Aunty Jenny. Thanks for being a part of my life. 

I wonder if life will come full circle again some day. Where you get to meet up with everyone who has made an impact, a difference, regardless of the magnitute, because any significance is better than none. How sweet would that be? I guess it would have to be in God's timing.

When the domestic helper (her name's Aunty Rosemary) before Aunty Jenny left home- I was only 8 years old, and I remembering crying for an entire week at night. It's always painful to say goodbye, especially when you don't have an absolute gurantee on whether life would promise to bring people back at the crossroads once again. :*( I hardly cry nowadays, unless it is absolutely heart-wrenching, but as much as I want to put on a brave front, I'm still a very sentimental girl at heart... and I figure that I would be sad and melancholic for the next 3 days at least.

Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye? 

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?  I guess that wouldn't work.  Someone would leave.  Someone always leaves.  Then we would have to say good-bye.  I hate good-byes.  I know what I need.  I need more hellos.  ~Charles M. Schulz

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well.
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
~William Shakespeare

Sidenote: My hair still feels like hay after my swim on Tues. Does anyone has a good hair product to recommend that will smooth out the fizzes?

AND I have an interview for Venezia ice cream tomorrow, how cool is that! I sound like a 4 year old, all getting excited over the prospect of scooping ice-cream. Haha. 8-D