fresh flowers

juz a thought.. fresh flowers are very nice when fresh, and it always gives the lady a surprise and bring smiles to her when she receive ones....

but then after a few days, at the most a week... the flowers die... it's kind of sad, then u try to salvage watever u can.... it's kind of sad to see such nice things withered away... and there is nothing u can do...

well, u can say hang the flowers upside down, but not all flowers are able to do that..... makes me think and relate flowers to a person's life....

so nice when young, fresh, wanted, admired by people.... but as u grow older and wither, if u dun take care of yourself, u become unwanted, not nice, people squirm to look at u... no wonder so many older woman, esp in the West, are going for plastic surgery when they reach a certain age.... (juz realise, have to be careful not to mention names, as now blogging can also be sued if u say the wrong thing on ur blog)

that brings me to another point... why must we always be politically correct? at work place, u must know wat to say and wat not to say, now blogging also.... must be careful of wat u say... why is it that people (again, cannot refer to a specific noun, lest i be sued) like to restrain people? well, i do understand that there must be some kind of laws, rules and regulations... but... blogging was initially supposed to be a platform where people can say about wat they feel....

u can say people misuse the platform, but i seriously dun think it was that serious to be called up to court... anyway, it has always been like that. rules after rules so that people can conform to a certain mould, and if u dun conform, they come out wif more rules....

sometimes, people say i spoil my children by letting them do watever they want... well, now u know why.... becos i feel that when they grow up, they will restrained by so many rules... it's not that i totally spoil them... i juz let them sleep at the time they want to sleep, no forcing of 9pm, go and sleep now.. if they dun like to go to church, then dun go. if they dun like to eat, wants to eat bread for dinner, let them be, who says that we cannot eat kaya toast for dinner? who says that kaya toast is only for breakfast? as long as they eat.