You know, my parents foot the bill for my 4 something years of university degree. What came out of it was a piece of paper that says I’ve done my time and now is eligible for the workforce (for a lot of reasons, this really irritates me. The piece of paper, not the qualifications).
In another two weeks I’ll be attempting my postgraduate degree.
But maybe if they know about a recent ‘incident’ my parents will question their wisdom in getting me to Uni in the first place.
Time and money don’t buy brains sometimes. Ehem.
Remember my beautiful chrysanthemums? The two pots my lovely Hero bought for me?
In case you forgot, here’s a flashback.
Yes. White, blossoming, luscious, healthy and very, very alive.
Wanna know what happened to it?
This.
Dry, depressing, withering and very, very crisp.
Why?
Because of this:
The beautiful idiot who put it up there:
Whaddya mean you disagree on the ‘beautiful’ part?
Yeah, might have to re-think that postgraduate studies. 
Look, it made perfect sense to put it on the fireplace. Hero agrees. But he added, “it would also make perfect sense to know the fireplace will be hot when there is fire in it and the plants should be moved every night.”
But I looked at him as if he’d grown a third eye and went “Pfft!”.
Typical man! Don’t he know how busy a woman’s life is? We don’t just stay at home the whole day, watch tv, nap and blog, ok!
What I do on my off day is stay at home whole day, watch tv and blog but that’s beside the point.
That’s busy. Oh, he doesn’t know it but that’s busy.
Sometimes it’s hard to be me, you know? 
Happy Friday, Peeh-Pul.
Filed under: This is my life
hahahhaha..that’s a weird photo of you =P