“Soon your carriage will turn into pumpkins and horses into mice”, he said.
Okay…It might seem a silly of me to turn down a few dates on Valentine’s day and choose to work out instead. Well that’s because I’m currently in the opt out program. Not saying that dating & relationship’s not good, or not nice; I just don’t feel that I need it–too much effort for too little wow factor, plus I really don’t see the draw anymore.
So I’m opting out of the dating scene and spending more time to work on my routines. It makes perfect sense to me, because routines are promises that something will happen eventually.
I’m really glad though, to see many of my friends happily attached and in love, and that’s why despite my choice, it still didn’t stop me from painting hearts and throwing romance all around.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! ♥
I hope my plants know how much I love them…it appears that love makes me do crazy things, such as lugging home 20kg of soil–supported by a flimsy plastic bag that threatens to 1) give way anytime, and 2) amputate my fingers with its handles. Perhaps all that weight-lifting would do me some good for my circus class.
Spent a good Wednesday evening propagating herbs, because THEY MUST NOT DIE. And if they do forsake me…I gotta have backups). I also did a cutting of purple basil some time ago–it was a gift to my sister from her student on Teachers’ Day.
I remembered Sim was coo-ing over a pot of purple basil when we went to the Garden Festival months ago. I thought of her the first thing and wanted to propagate one for her. The thing is…I have no idea why the purple is now turning green, and the colour combination of green and purple looks like the plant just got into a fight. I researched online, and some people said it happens if the basil didn’t get enough sun.
Hello, but Singapore??! I’m quite sure the lack of sun isn’t the issue and I’ve got the tan to prove it. Well the cutting is looking healthy, but I’m not sure if I should be gifting that half-bruised-looking basil to Sim now. It defeats the purpose if the purple basil isn’t purple, no?
I also think I went a little wild on my save-the-herbs backup plans, but as always, I’m nothing if not extreme. I now have multiples of lemon balm, mint and thyme. As of now, one tarragon cutting didn’t make it and I am starting to panic. Need to do something about it quick.
Mum saw my works and was a little uncertain.
“Don’t you think it makes our corridor look a little…overboard..?”
I assured that I was going to gift away some of them, which was true anyway. I doubt though, that she’d protest much even if they stayed.
Mothers can be unpredictable, but one of the things I’ve learned is that if you engaged yourself in the same hobbies as she did, she’d prolly be more inclined to let you have your way with certain things. Such as leaving a 20kg bag of soil lying in the corner of the tiny 3-room flat. Such as placing a massive army of herb cuttings outside the flat. Such as, I don’t know, stealthily shifting some of HER pots around the corridor to make space for YOUR own.
Of course, if you live with a mother who is like my mother, and if you’re feeling brave and choose to, in one evening, perform all of the deeds listed above, make sure you employ the highest EQ possible as an added insurance to your personal safety.
“Of course I bought THAT amount of soil because I know you wanted to repot some of your plants. They are wonderful for your roses and they won’t wither for at least another 50 years. Or ever”.
Sharing is caring. It works, apparently. But don’t say anything about moving her pots. I suspect that she’s already suspecting that I did it, and I suspect that she knows that I’m pretending I didn’t do it. Whatever it is, remember: EQ. If she didn’t bring it up…don’t bring it up.
That’d be tomorrow! That’d also be the 1st time in my working life that I will be taking a full day off on my birthday. I shall look pretty, put on a nice lipstick, and have quiet walks in my heels. Life has been very kind to me; I have no lack of love from family and friends ♥
Random fact: I seldom make serious birthday wishes. When people present me a cake and ask me to make a wish, I’d go through the motion of pretending to make a wish before blowing out the candle. The truth is most of the time I have nothing of great significance to wish for and my mind would be in a complete blank.
If birthday wishes do come true…for this year, I’d wish for Sue’s mum and Simone to be completely cured of their cancer. MAKE THAT SOON. No recurrences, please. And plain good health and happiness for everyone who loves me.
Is that a lot to wish for? Well…I don’t really wish much, so if I’m allowed to use my previous years of “wasted wishes” to give this wish some power up, I’ll be eternally grateful. Thank you in advance! :D
Girl Friday is back in action! Guess it didn’t take me that long to bounce back. Sure, I was mulling over things for a week or so. Sure, having the ability to handle hurt doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I still think good things always happen to me despite having to deal with the bad. Good things are my family, my friends–people who value and think about my happiness when I sometimes forget. I think a lot of times, people who love you are the people worth having more courage for :)
I am not fearless; I am resilient.
Plus. Nothing you can’t fix with a new lipstick. Here’s it. Burberry lippy in Antique Rose, and it’s got a magnetic closure to boot. Isn’t it swell! This, right here, is exactly what I mean when I say that I can buy myself a new life :)
Thank goodness I had the foresight to stash these in my office drawers. Shallow, yes, very much so. On days when I struggle with my insecurities, or when I could only manage to put on half a face at home before rushing to work, or when I have impromptu meetings to attend…these little shallow things? I call them my lifesavers. Lipglosses and lipsticks?–I’ve got some in my bag all the time.
Because nothing beats a good/new lipstick on a bad day.
Bad day? What bad day? Chin up and put your best pout forward!