The Mother’s Day incident

Prior to Mother’s Day, I was hatching an idea for a surprise for Mom. She has recently gotten back into gardening again, and has a healthy collection of potted flowering and non-flowering plants on our balcony. Dad likes to nag her about buying plants, so I thought it would be nice if she could blame it on me for buying them.

I found a site that had an option of three potted miniature roses, and ordered them promptly for delivery on Mother’s Day. Unfortunately, on Saturday night, they informed me that it would take two days for them to get the plants! Pretty annoying… Why did they not state that on the site? They tried to convince me to switch to a bouquet of cut flowers, which I refused and asked for a refund. Was it just a sale tactic to force people into buying something from them? Not impressed.

So, Sunday morning, I woke up super early to try to make alternative plans. I rang another nursery, and was pleasantly surprised that they not only had the miniature roses, they could even deliver within two hours! I was stoked. The delivery went smoothly, including a ninja mission where I met the delivery guy downstairs to make the payment first, so Mom doesn’t know how much I’m paying. The pots of roses were beautifully wrapped, and Mom was happy.

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However! Upon closer look, the pink rose plant did not seem to be doing well. I only noticed it was slightly droopy at first. But after about three hours, it was obviously dying. Every flower and leaf had turned downwards. I rang the nursery and was told to water it. That seemed strange because the soil seemed wet. Mom had gone out for her choir class, and when she came back in the evening, we inspected the plant again and she pointed out that the stems and roots were all dark. The plant was probably sick well beforehand.

The next day, the red rose plant appeared to be starting to droop as well. I rang the nursery again, told them the problem, and said we would be happy to take the plants to them for an exchange, to which they agreed.

It turned out to be a rather fun excursion for Mom and bB. She was like a kid in a candy store. We poked around all the nurseries there, exchanged the sick rose plants for two healthy, happy ones, and also brought home a tiny pot of miniature orchids.

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They did not have any more red rose plants, so we picked a dark pink and a baby pink. They are gorgeous! And doing extremely well! So it turned out to be a blessing in disguise!

We also had a lot of fun repotting them into proper, bigger, more comfy pots. Both pots consist of several small plants in each, and the darker pink plants were all growing sideways in their original pot. So it was a bit of effort to separate them and replant properly. Totally worth it though. They are absolutely flourishing now.

It has always been difficult to get Mom any pressies because she has always lived simply and doesn’t like luxury goods. It is even difficult getting her to go out for a meal! But now, I have endless options of gorgeous plants to get her!

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bB

Humidity should be banned

I am dying in this weather. Trying to keep up with work but the muggy air makes me so lethargic. How does anyone live in this place? I don’t think I can stay too long. And I don’t think I will either.

On the bright side, I may have travel news to announce very soon! Just can’t wait to get out of here so I can stop breathing wet air. I need to grow gills if I’m going to live here, and I would really prefer not to (live here or grow gills).

In the meantime, I am trying to keep from falling off my chair by reposting my old peektures on Instagram (@jessicaval). I have 4,000 peektures in my phone so that should keep me occupied for a long, long time. Yes, you read that right – I have four friggin thousand peektures in my phone.

I haven’t rambled for a while. It’s actually kinda fun to ramble. Why did I stop rambling? And why did I ramble so much when I was younger? I am going to start rambling (more) again.

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bB

Tumbleweeds are rolling by

I have been crippled by a massive headache over the past days. It’s been hard to do anything, work or pleasure. All I can do is curl up into a ball. I have tried ibuprofen and paracetamol. Ibuprofen does jackshit and paracetamol works a little better but only for a coupla hours. I’m going to see the GP in half an hour.

:(

I would sometimes rather be a boy.

Flourless Orange Cake @ PS Cafe

I shared this with Mr C at the PS Cafe at Paragon last Monday. It was divine! Came with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce. My weak latte was meh though. It is hard to find good coffee… It is even harder to find a good weak coffee. LOL.

Highly recommended

This was the day I found the leather jacket for my Sony NEX. And had dinner with Mr AA afterwards at a little lounge near Peninsula Plaza. I cannot remember the name of the place but my fish and chips were not anything to shout about, so you’re not missing out.

Not recommended

I am having a splitting headache. It is annoying how it happens every month… I know most women just deal with it but surely there is an easier way to cope? Popping painkillers isn’t really the thing to do, no? I don’t really want to eat painkillers forever.

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bB

Dear telemarketer

Screeching into my ear really isn’t going to make me happy or willing to hear you out. And why do you think I would want a free facial or slimming treatment from Body Contours? You don’t have to sound so surprised. Free or otherwise, I don’t want it. I’m sorry I had to hang up on you. I already refused politely and you started to get frantic (hence, raising your volume even higher). Your screeching was bursting my ear drum. It was totally an act of self-defense.

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bB

Men are funny.

You call me Baby. You want to Facetime me all the time. You like to blow kisses at me everywhere, over Facetime or in public. You want to take me to your hometown. You say I am the only one for you. You think we were made for each other. You want me to stay at your place. That’s all very nice. You do everything I wish the ex had done.

But do you even know me? Do you know who I am, what I like, and what I’m like? How much effort have you actually put into getting to know me as a person? What right do you have to assume that I have to trust you, when we barely know each other? Have you even tried to connect with me mentally?

If you want an instant girlfriend who is cute and not much else, you’ll have to look elsewhere. Sorry.

Love Bonito’s Sasha Scallop Shorts

Dear Love Bonito,

If you are going to make clothes for XS people, please do not make the size equivalent to S, and S sized clothes equivalent to M, etc. If you wish to make XS, then jolly well make them XS! Okay? People who complain that the XS is too small, are obviously not even XS. If they can’t fit into XS, then get S!

Sorry for the rant. This might be a sign to stop buying clothes online. Grrr.

Beware of ShoesUSA.com!

In my quest for my perfect simple black wedges to replace my current ones which are getting worn to death, I found this site that does customised designs. I was so happy to find them!

So I sent them an email last year before Christmas, inquiring prices and details. The owner, Kris K, replied. I was quoted US$185 for my first pair, based on the specifications I gave, which included a 4.5mm poron insole (for added comfort) that costs US$15.

I let this matter sit for awhile over the festive season while I considered it. Shipping to Singapore would be about US$50 per pair.

Mr Bb is in NYC over the next week and I thought, why not ship to NYC?

So I got in touch with Kris again and asked if he could get a pair to NYC before 19 Jan. He said yes, with an additional rush order charge of US$25. He also re-quoted me US$195 for the same pair I have inquired about before. I didn’t object to it.

Now, when the time came to make the payment (and we were cutting it close, because he wasn’t the fastest at replying my emails), he suddenly said he had to add US$15 for the 4.5mm poron insoles. The Paypal invoice he sent to me turned out to be US$235 (US$195 for the shoes, US$25 rush order charge, US$15 for the insoles)!

When I questioned this, Kris then replied that he has decided not to take my order! WTF!

Sounds to me like they are in the habit of blatantly overcharging people! And when you question it, they just cut you off to avoid the issue! Un-friggin-believable!

Rawr!