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They Bloom in My Heart ♥ ♥ ♥

Spring brings along sunshine. Days are a lot warmer than in winter, of course… and it’s a relief to those who suffer from cold winter weather. Yet to be honest, I’m not a big fan of spring… (I blogged before how always prefer autumn out all seasons). Especially during the early spring, flying pollens gives me allergy. Also, the-never stable-spring temperature affects my skin badly. I woke up this morning with a roommate asking ‘what happened to your face?’ my face redden occasionally, not the shimmering blush red, but the horrible irritated red. Ah, I don’t know how to describe. I’ve been applying bio oil hoping that it’ll ease the irritation. Anyone has any idea what else can I do?

Nevertheless, I love spring for one thing… flowers are cheap. It’s the season, right. Oh, I’ve been unfair to mother nature, I hate pollens but love blossoming flowers… sorry…

And it’s one of the best thing about living here; the availability of fresh cut flowers. Well, gardening is never my forte (aaaa, this reminds me, mak said I have to take care of her garden if she goes to Mecca this year, oh my! That’s the most challenging task ever…owh ya, she also said, it’s a way for me to prove that I’m a responsible person and ready to get married… what?! makkk, you should know that I wasn't born with green fingers...aaaa)… anyway, I enjoy so much having fresh flowers in my room. I don’t know, just by looking at them, makes me so happy…

I’m going to miss this when I go back to Malaysia. As far as I know, fresh cut flowers are quite pricey and hard to get… especially around where I live. well, the cheapest place to buy fresh flowers is at the Buddhist crematorium which they use for funerals. I should just cut my mak’s pokok bunga… muahahaha!

The blossoming chrysanthemums make my day! It’s one of my favorite flowers since they look a little like sunflower.




Fresh cut sunflowers are still very rare, though.

Comments

lara aisya said…
mak...adik nak potong pokok bunga mak....
Unknown said…
syyyyyhhhh... toksah la habaq kat mak.... nnt kita kata dihyah getu!
muahahaha!

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