29 March 2014


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I've never been a flower kind of lady or even have green fingers to plant anything, though I love the nature. Flowers become a love-hate relationship to a certain extent – they are truly beautiful and somehow each type of flower can tell a story but are indeed so ephemeral; withering so quickly.

I cannot comprehend the commercial business of flowers with the tremendous hike in price on Valentine's Day, (I realised this post should have been written last month) it is to me a day light robbery, all in the name of 'love and romance'. I honestly think men should spend that amount of money to buy something more practical or attempt something handmade for their partners, if gifts are that necessary.

On this note, I'm thankful N never got me flowers, neither does he buy me gifts frequently nor buy me superfluous gifts, but instead he saves the money for better use, which I completely support. Well, this is my first time purchasing flowers for myself, or rather I did so with the intent to photograph them for my magazine (final year project) to which I also took the opportunity to write a little bit on this post about commercialism. 

flowers from a local wet market

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