Halo~

Posted by Cindy Tey on July 19, 2009

The first time I received flowers was during high school. They were purple orchids. Real, but raw and plastic. They came with little cheesy notes like “Hi Leng Lui… Can I know you?” or sometimes as simple as, “From: Mr-No-Name.”

The latter one made me wanna walk about in school wondering who the secret admirer is, peeping into each classrooms I passed by as I journeyed to the ladies – holding on to that Pas Tandas I got from my Biology teacher by saying “My pad, it’s leaking.” No one would hold a girl back for that.

Would you?

The next time I received flowers, it was from the States and they came in 99. 99 roses in different hues, from the same tone. With the heavy bouquet resting on my thighs, I stared into the wall and stoned for a couple of minutes. I don’t recall blinking at all.

After that, I got a rose by being a real sassy b*tch. Not that I wanted to, but the next time someone asks you to “shut up” and it upsets you, perhaps this is what you could do.

• Shut up.
• Don’t frown, but smile with your lips zipped.
• If you really need to communicate, use sign languages (in ways you figure the ‘rude one’ could still understand).
• Until the moment you think s/he is being punished enough, tell her / him using your fingers that the only way to get you start talking again is to get you a rose. A REAL rose.
• If s/he acts nonchalant about it, leave.

What’s left worthy in a person who asked you to shut up, and then don’t give a fuck about what you feel, right? Unless you were bloody annoying la wtf. Then perhaps you deserve a slap.

(he he he… I’m so annoying wtf~ SLAP!!)

The naughty one I was dealing with even asked if a plastic rose counts. That one, you don’t need to layan. Just be reeeeaallllyyyy sassy about it. REMEMBER: Your goal is to get a REAL rose!!!

(Not being desperate lah, but it’s a nice price for them to pay no? Show sincerity a bit mah…)

Yay! In the end I got a rose and she smelt so fresh I felt as if my cheeks turned rosy too~ No need for Chanel blushers. lol

But a few weeks later…..

My rose withered and died. *sobs hard*

One day, before I left my apartment…..

Another rose came by! Someone left a red rose on my red car, and it wasn’t any occasion at all!

That, guys, is certainly one of the sweetest thing you could do for a girl and trust me, no one would complain. Spending hundreds on roses during Valentine’s Day and sending them to her office is too? Too what. Over-rated lah! Denggggg~

You thought you live in Singaporean drama series meh. ROFL

And so I carried my darling lil’ rose upstairs to my room. ((=

Perhaps not the best place she could be living in atm…

Hmmm!

*Puts invisible Thinking Hat on & Thinks Hard*

This is where she should live! #^o^# (acting cute)

It brought me back to my high school memories… when it’s “From: Mr-No-Name“, but a simple halo above a heart symbol instead. Thank you, halo angel~ ^^

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