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This year I did many things out of the ordinary.

One thing I did recently was I went to work as a wrapper in a florist shop, Ah Sam Florist, before Mother’s Day.

Well, for years I have a love for flowers and I had taken a couple of floral arranging classes before, including hand-tie bouquet, wedding, and Ikebana (Japanese floral arranging). I had for a brief time a sideline business doing floral baskets.

So, being in a floral shop felt like home for me.

The first day I worked about 4 hours.

It was so much fun. Time flied by quickly.

You know, after the designer created their masterpieces, we have to put the arrangement securely in a paper cartoon box for the delivery people. And that’s my job. We have three sizes: A, B, and C box. The shape and layout of the cartoon was very creative: the two flaps have some cutout like the sun rays going outwards, and this flap can be put inside to form a bowl shape for the vase to go in, or the flap can be put outside to cushion taller vases.

That day me and another wrapper, Maria, were actually working at the front desk area. The sweet memories when I was learning to do flowers, my going to the flower market before the crack of dawn to select materials for my baskets all come back to me. When I saw those tulips, horsetails, calla lillies, roses, orchids, etc: they are like old friends.

One time, the designer brought out an arrangement so exquisite and breathtaking, I was in seven heaven. That was a $250 arrangement and so there was quite a stir and we (other ladies at the front desk) couldn’t help admiring and commenting. One said: “OOh, we have to take a picture of this…”, and she proceeded to ask another lady to find someone to take the picture.

The second day I worked about eight hours. We were so busy; Maria and I must have wrapped over 250 arrangements. My feet was getting tired, and I kept having paper cuts at the same spot on my middle finger. The wound was getting bigger and I had to tie a paper napkin to stop the bleeding.

In the morning of the second day, there were a bride and groom-to-be coming in to pick up their wedding bonquet and corsages for the wedding that afternoon. She was glowing with happiness and they were so very pleased with their flowers. She sent a small gift to the designer, and the designer came out to congratulate them.

And later, there was a guy who sent his sweetheart roses and I was blowing up a big, red, heart balloon for him. He was grinning from ear to ear watching us. Seeing him, I was very happy as well. I thought, wow, what fun. I get paid to do all these.

This shop is in the local area. I pass by the location many times and never realizes how big they are. This family business has a green house, a large warehouse, back room for designers, and a cooler room for the flowers. The space for employee parking was full of cars. I was told there are some 60 spaces.

They have been in business for 75 years.

Holy cow.

Can’t you believe? 75 years and still going strong.

One of the brothers of the family (Shawn?) came out to the back room to find me. He was curious as to why I contacted them in the first place.

So we had a chat about my studies, etc. and how I enjoy to be in the floral shop environment where I can see all these artistic arrangements. He told me they have seasonal workers coming from different vocation just to work a few days before Christmas because they would decorate their shop way ahead and the setting and atmosphere are so festive and warm.

Anyway, I made $119 and at the end of the second day, Shawn sent me away with a very pretty orchid plant for Mother’s Day, which I gave to my mother

All in all, I have very good time in this two-day adventure.

I also have an appreciation about the quality design and fresh flowers that Ah Sam has provided.

If you have a hobby or special interest that you are passionate about, why not work in such a shop for a few days? I am sure the experience will take the stresses out of your regular job and give you a newer appreciation and perspective about that hobby of yours.

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10 Most Romantic Movies Line

We have always been touched by lines in the movies, and wish that we could say something as romantic as these lines. Of course, we are no screenwriters and poets, but it doesn’t mean we cannot get ideas from these most romantic lines, improvise and in some romantic moments, whisper those sweet words to our loved ones.

Well, the following are my voted 10 most romantic movies line of all time.

As you are re-visiting the romantic moments and savoring in the sweet lines, think of your loved ones and sweetheart, and put in little love in her heart. Here are to those we have loved and love. Enjoy,

#10: “If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed, but…who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.”–Celine (Julie Delpy), Before Sunrise (1995).
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#9: “It seems right now that all I’ve ever done in my life is making my way here to you.”–Robert Kincaid (Clint Eastwood), The Bridges of Madison County (1995).

#8: “Michael…I’ve loved you for nine years, I’ve just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and… well, now I’m just scared. So, I realize this comes at a very inopportune time but I really have this gigantic favor to ask of you. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy. Oh, that sounds like three favors, doesn’t it?”–Julianne Potter (Julia Roberts), My Best Friend’s Wedding (1997).
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#7: “We’ll always have Paris.”–Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart), Casablanca (1942).

#6: “Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn’t know this either, love don’t make things nice–it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die…Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!”–Ronny Cammareri (Nicolas Cage), Moonstruck


#5: “I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it.”–Seth (Nicolas Cage), City of Angels (1998).

#4: “Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.”–Jack Dawson (Leonardo DiCaprio, Titanic 1997),

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Now down to the last three: #3: “I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”–Harry Burns (Billy Crystal), When Harry Met Sally (1989).

#2: “No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”–Rhett Butler (Clark Gable), Gone With the Wind (1939).

And my voted No. 1 most romantic line of all time …

#1: “It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were suppose to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.–Sam Baldwin (Tom Hanks), Sleepless in Seattle (1993).

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Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can’t believe. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits down and see his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So it the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins.

He cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table. “Honey, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to go shopping — love you!”

He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.

Jack asks, “Son, what happened last night?”

“Well, you came home after 3 a.m., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.

“So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”

His son replies, “Oh That! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, “Leave me alone, lady, I’m married.”

Broken furniture – $185.26

Hot breakfast – $6.70

Red rose bud – $3.00

Two aspirins – $0.38

Saying the right thing, at the right time – Priceless.

Isn’t this what we crave? To be loved and appreciated?

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Someone sent me this joke and that makes me wonder about an old man, young wife or older wife, young man relationships:

A married couple, in their early 60s, was out celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant.

Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table and said, “For being such an exemplary married couple and for being faithful to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.

“Ooh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband” said the wife.

The fairy moved her magic stick and – abracadabra! – two tickets for the new QM2 luxury liner appeared in her hands.

Now it was the husband’s turn. He thought for a moment and said: “Well this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this only occurs once in a life time, so, I’m sorry, my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me”.

The wife and the fairy were deeply disappointed; but a wish is a wish. So the fairy made a circle with her magic stick and – abracadabra! – the husband became 90 years old.

The moral of this story….Men might be ungrateful idiots, but fairies are female.

I used to think relationship spanning decade/s apart is a recipe for disaster as the couple may just have too little in common.

In the old days, old man-young wife is acceptable, but older wife-young husband marriage is so frowned upon. In recently years, it has become a trend.

My friend, a Caucasian man, who married a Chinese woman 17 years younger than him, seems to be doing fine. He says with the younger wife he has to remain young — psychologically, mentally and physically — to keep up with her, and that makes it wonderful for him.

Guys, much, much younger than me, hit on me before. But I am too old-fashioned at the time to take him up.

A chronically-mature (40s, 50s, 60s) person can be immature and reckless, while a chonically-tender person can be mature and prudent, so basing the compatibility of a relationship solely on age has become ineffective.

This so-called May-December relationship has become more acceptable, and even fashionable. Just look at high profile couples like Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, Guy Ritchie and Madonna, and even Joan Collins and Percy Gilbons with 32 years apart.

Communication network and technology has made connection with most part of the globe a snap of the finger. And with easier accessibility of information, all of us has to learn new things, to keep up with gadgets, news, and technology. The myth about nothing in common can be easily remedied by learning and participating.

If two people are in love with each other, perhaps the differences in age, background, and interests might be a blessing after all as they can learn and share new and diverse experiences together.

I’m not into fishing, sailing or racing cars, but if those were his passion, I would love to go sailing with him. To me, that’s a part of loving.

So, to you guys, have you ever wished to have a wife decades younger than you? and you gals, how do you think of a marraige with a husband much younger than you?

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Chance Meeting

Throughout our lives we met people and made friends.  Some friends came into our lives briefly then went just as fast as they came, some stayed for a long time and had become dear friends that we treasure. 

Now with the internet, there is no boundary limitation and we can meet and make friends all over the globe. 

Chance Meeting, a poem

I’m but a cloud,

draping my silhouette along your path by chance

No need to be surprised nor excited,

as I will disappear soon afterwards.

Along a darkened sea we glanced past,

You with your destiny, I with mine.

Whether you would remember,

or you would rather forget

the spark we felt when we had met!

How many friends have touched your life deeply, and how many you have reached out to touch?

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Girl Eyes Covered Up

How many of us can accept our spouse for whatever he is, faults and all?

How many of us are not secretly embarassed from, even if ever so slightly, his appearance, physical body, traits, and most of all, his idiosyncrasies?

There is a story that a wife is so disgusted of his husband’s baldness that she would not let him take off the wig even when they are alone.

Granted, the shape and appearance of a bald head is kinda of odd-looking. How many bald head can be as famous as Agathe Christie’s  character Hercule Piorot  and his perfectly ‘egg’-shaped” head?

Amusingly, here is how Captain Arthur Hastings first describes Poirot:

“He was hardly more than five feet four inches but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible; I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound..”

In our aesthetics, certainly Poirot, in the strictest sense of the word, is not attractive.  Furthermore, his fuss on symmetry is maddening.  But with his Belgian accent, how can one not adore him?

Talking about idiosyncrasy, my worst fear is dining with a loud slurper.  Have you ever been with one like this?  Eating loudly is not as bad, but drinking, oh my God, have mercy.  I miserably cringe in pain.  I would want nothing but to just run as far away as possible from the offender.  Unfortunately, I have to be civilized and endure the ordeal.

And you can well imagine my surprise last time I was in Japan having noddles, and I am not kidding you, the chef there wants you to slurp as loud as you could, because that is to show their noddles are good!

Recently, watching The Plantom of the Opera

I couldn’t help pondering if a disfigured person is entitled to love?  Can a beauty, like Christine, or anyone for that matter, overlook that disfigurement, put aside her fear to appreciate the greatness lied deep within that person?  Is attraction based mostly on physical attributes? 

In retrospect, I hate to admit that almost all guys I had dated before are somewhat physically attractive.  So I guess, it is human nature to be drawn to beautiful exteriors. 

Anyway, the climax was in the scene when the Phantom of the Opera cried from joy as he was being accepted on that token of a tender kiss, which for him is so bittersweet and precious, and with that unconditioned love he relinguishes his happiness.

So, my love,

“If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway?  Would you have my baby?

If a tinker were my trade would you still find me, carrying the pots I made, following behind me….”

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