And so last evening over at the Uncle’s House for the 15 day of the Lunar New Year Dinner, which were done earlier because of the weekday thingy,
We were all discussing the valentine commercial day… which were seriously not very well observed with our family, because it is practically not PRACTical, and we all shared the same sentiments, with the restaurants trying to earn the extra bucks out of the ordinary,
That we know.
The surprisingly thing I found out, was, the fact that I didn’t like flowers at all, that I thought it was a waste of time and space to keep, that it was a waste of money and space, to hold it in the house or room is not going to make me any happier after it dries up.
Most of the time, I thought I had a hard time trying to convince myself to hold on the dried up bouquet of dead brown flowers in my room… because it was money spent and it was a gift. So I had to keep it until it bothers me to the core.
But deepest truth, I hate it a lot. The worst part is to receive the bouquet and trying to act happy and surprise and happy.. Hoho that is a chore to do!
So back to the point about my surprise was that my aunties all hated it too. They hated it very much, and very much appreciated more practical and useful stuff than FLOWERS. We talked about we rather receive Beer, than the flowers.
My uncle was funny, he said of course, I hated it, given me a mar-tea.. I would jump for joy than the flowers.
Hemm that is quite true also actuali.
And I thought I was the only one.
And of course, I made this very clear to Thirak Darling since day 1.
But somehow one day, last year, he managed to get me a bouquet, I guess…
And its still laying on the speaker in our room, all dried up brown and occupanying the space, laying down with no sense of decoration and the dried up petals making a mess some days on the floor.
Still, I have to say I appreciate so very much, this rose bouquet, from my ThiRak because, it was the only accessible gift he could get hold of …during then….with all his best ability to give me that Surprise. And behind this special only bouquet, it holds much special meaning for me, his thoughfulness and his ALL.. during then.. that he could present to me, from my ThiRak Darling.
Just once of this in this lifetime is enough…
I’m Feeling: Rosy