Some things just cannot be explained.
Even a week or so after the event has occurred, I'm feeling like a bowling pin. I got struck down by this really huge bowling ball called "flowers".
The thing that you see in the picture:
Well does it look very special to you? Does it look like it has any special capabilities capable of knocking me down?
Perhaps not the item. It's the damn price.
I would have a contest for this - a "Guess The Price" competition. But knowing that there are many people out there wanting to take part and win a prize (being unable to do so at Graduation Dinner), some might resort in underhand methods. So this picture might be koped and submitted to experts, who would know that these bloody things are indeed very exorbitant.. items. And anyway even if I have a contest you all never submit any answers by the right way anyway! It's all on the tagboard for everyone to know the answer - but none goes into the mailbox.
So I'm sorry but all past winners are declared null and void. YL will personally see to it if he wants to give you a prize, but personally, I don't think he wants to.
Therefore there will be no contest.
That bunch of flowers, if you could even call that pathetic few stalks a bunch, costs $32.
THIRTY TWO SGD mind you. Official currency!
Not rupiah. You don't get it that easy.
Not ringgit. You don't get it that cheap.
Not renminbi. It's wishful thinking.
Not euros - or you might as well go rob the bloody florist.
I think florists are really scammers - because they just charge you high amounts and then pretend not to know anything at all. The florist where we bought the flowers from was called Raffles Florists (shock please!!) - and that means they had affiliations to us, the glorious students of Raffles Institution.
Well, if that was the case, couldn't they have given us a little discount?
They charged the usual crazy prices and acted like we were just despos giving flowers to our girlfriends, or rather wannabe-girlfriends, since we're supposedly despo.
Damn it! The flowers were for our FORM TEACHER!
And by charging us exorbitantly, we do not get the chance to show care and concern for our teacher. Already now people are complaining that we teenagers do not know gratitude, forget our roots, too open-minded, not conservative enough, too unfeeling, too caught up in monetary status blah blah blah.
I ask you now, whose fault is it that we turned out this way?
Being students, we don't have much money. Firstly, we have to ensure our own survival. This may come in the form of mp3s (music is essential to the human body), good food (nutrition too) and many other stuff that we use to convenience ourselves. Then, we have to ensure our well-being. Some people went a bit too far here by splurging on crumplers but we do need at least a bit to maintain some.. comfort. Admittedly I'm taking the selfish point of view which views ourselves higher than others, because others can go and die for all I care so long I'm in my air-conditioned classroom with my GPA 4.
Then we look at others' welfare. That was when we decided to buy a gift for our teacher.
I don't know who was the idiot who wanted to buy flowers. Maybe he thought we could get a discount from Miss Raffles Florist.
In any case I still feel very disturbed by the purchase - because we just spent $32 on something that is of probably no value.
What can flowers do? Look good? Even so they wither and die after a while.
They certainly cannot get you a:
-GPA 4
-Good testimonial
-Free meal that tastes better than Grad Night shit
-Good FT, though it can make your good FT happier
-Bank account with lots of money, though it certainly can deplete yours
I think you get what I'm trying to say after so long.
$32 for this sort of rubbish is unacceptable. I feel confident I won't be buying flowers in a long, long while. I could easily buy seeds at NTUC (they're much cheaper really) or go kope them from somewhere. I know of a very brilliant place called RI, which grows beautiful flowers thanks to the gardeners who 呵护 the flowers. And under their 无微不至 care, the flowers come into full bloom, ready to be koped.
In fact, the place is situated right next to my classroom. Or should I say, my ex-classroom of 4J, C1-21.
And this time, I've proof for all of you.
If the need ever arises, I tell you I'm DEFINITELY going to come back here for my flowers.
No more Raffles Florists in J8. Over here (in RI) is the TRUE Raffles Florist, and it's free-of-charge.
The world will be a better place without additional charges.
So everyone start boycotting your local florist now, until they lower the bloody prices of those silly things.
Luckily it's not like I need them.
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