It's been a roller-coaster ride for the last couple of weeks. Juggling time and energy between family, friends, work and lover is hell. I mean it: HELL. When friends used to envy my singleton status, I think I know what they were going through: HELL. (There is always something wrong with anything right. Can't please the entire world but I try to be Superwoman anyway)

Then the presence of flowers really makes my day. I couldn't help but linger on a little longer around the Cymbidiums while The Mother admire the peonies and bonsai. The Lunar New Year is nigh and the empty field in front of the flower store is dotted with pots of lovely colourful plants. The Mother knows I'm so in love with Cymbidiums (frangipani remains top spot though) and nudged me to get a pot. I had my reservations; unlike The Mother, I have only butter fingers, not green ones. But heck, I can always look up Google, no?

So on her account, the latest addition of plant was placed along-side with The Mother's preccciiiooouuusss collection of __________________________________ (insert bontany plants' names). Well, if I can't keep a dog, a non-talking non-shitting non-tempermental living thing sounds like a good idea. =)

I can't wait to watch the rest of the bulbs flower, wilt and flower again next season. Fertilisers and LUCK are much needed.