One fine evening on the 17th day of June 2010, I spotted a battle scarred matrix huffing and puffing its way up the 45 degree hill at Biopolis. It stopped outside my office and I happily glided towards it. Once I settled down in the car, the boyfriend quickly grabbed the surprise from the backseat and flashed it in front of me with a tint of shyness. I gasped in excitement as I received the bouquet of flowers. One… Two… Three… Four… I began to count. There were 11 red roses decorated with other pretty little flowers. I started bombarding questions like where, when, how, and why while we made our way to Anchor point TCC for dinner. I kept smiling throughout our journey and suggested bringing the flowers around to hao lian which was rejected by him. The boyfriend told me to google the meaning of the number of roses. The so sweet meaning is so goose bump sweet. Ha ha! Don’t know for real or not. After yummy TCC pasta with smoke salmon and roe, we shopped around then headed home.
Once home, mother excitedly asked a stupid question: “Who gave you the flowers?” which was replied by my senile father in a omg-this-is-a-ridiculous-question tone: “Of cos is her boyfriend lah!” But she kept asking until I personally say it out loud. *smack forehead* Guess she was just as excited as her daughter. Afterall it was the first time I brought home a bouquet of flowers. No more bandung anymore! =) So this was a moment to remember – My first bouquet of roses.
