Is it just me or is the world becoming ever so desolate as I palely loiter on the cold hills’ side?

I apologize for once again I’m not in love and it’s not that my heart ain’t exactly breaking. It’s just a thought, only a thought. Cheerly, cheerly, no one loves me dearly. No one is so constant and so kind.

The past few days have been such a blurry rush while I’m being bombarded with so much work. I can easily be one of those people that don’t give a shit, but I do and it is my responsibility to complete it punctually and in the best way I can. See? Good parenting skills ehh…I’ll probably raise good dogs…

I decided to do a little wandering after class today. So, my sweet self hopped onto a 156 and went to Thomson to do a little horticultural trend spotting. (To the people who believe I’m such a prima donna: I DO take those jerky and nausea inducing SBS buses. I am not Evita darling of Argentina as much as I wish I was) Nothing new I saw, just the usual old stuff. Can you imagine that Far East Flora is actually selling some new Holland tissue cultured Heliconia ‘Olympic Torch” for a ludicrous sum of $115? It’s a total rip-off as they try sly and conniving tactics to swindle pregnant Caucasian wives of expatriates. It’s just pathetic. Do they know how though a time pregnant women are having? (Feminist in me is fighting to get out and bash those despicable tricksters of Malaysian Chinese and one-little-two-little-three black Indians. You go grrrrlll…)

No wonder Mrs Ong is complaining about their prices. Anyway, I’m supposed to get her a couple of plants to put on her desk. A couple of shipments are coming in next week so I’ll see what I can put together. Still trying to seek inspiration to do up the garden of her new house. Huge project. Balinese, so heliconias and palms would take up the bulk of the planting scheme. Trying valiantly to obtain the rarities from abroad to do up the place and also considering using dollops of those divalicious staghorn ferns while I grapple to get those endemic to Madagascar. I’ve got so many garden projects with to do. Sigh. But I’ve got to work hard so I can up my income and work on the company and nursery.

Seems that everywhere I go, everyone around me is in love, except me. I foresee a viable relationship but one part of me is saying that I’m not ready for anymore of this stuff.

Now I know what a and fat gay man in designer clothes looks lie-gross, I must say. Saw this gay couple at the nurseries today (the bulk of people who are into plants are either female or gay anyway…). The butch guy was old and fat and drove this hideous BMW. ( I hate BMWs if u didn’t know). He wore this trashy tight fitting top which I highly suspect is DKNY and had a pair of A/X jeans (I can confirm that part) and one of those ever so clichéd Gucci belts. He looked like one of those black century eggs, considering his burnt Chinese skin and black top. The worst part is that his bf is so damn fucking cute and so happened to be a mediacorp guy from channel 8 (I shan’t say who…) ARGHHHH…. The bitch guy was probably hanging around the dominatrix fatso because he was sloshing money and other bodily fluids down his throat. Hey, I wouldn’t mind being a kept boy anyway…any takers?…haha…]

Apparently there’s going to be a little talk about the selling of those little Ty beanie babies. A contact was allegedly signed by the school that prohibited the dealing of such items as they were gifts and could not be sold for a profit was there was a lot of moolah to be made. At least that was what Mrs Tan said. Even the teachers are not allowed to lay their un-manicured-fingernails-stained-with-red-ink on them. (If I were a woman, I’d be doing my nails every 3 days…) Jasbir said, in one of her ditzy analogies, that the beanie babies were meant as tokens of appreciation and that if she were to buy you a beautiful car for your birthday and you sold it away, how would she feel? She’d probably feel great as her husband would be making money as a car dealer. Looking forward to hear what they would announce tomorrow.

There are so many ways round this problem. One can easily say he GAVE me the beanie and I GAVE him my money, so there was no selling. Anyway, both parties were willing. It was CONSENSUAL. The funny thing is, I’ve given all of them away and so there’s no way of retrieving them. I don’t collect them as they just trap dust in my room, making it even more asthma inducing…haha…