CrystalPhuong- Singapore Travel & Lifestyle Blog

Another day, another way of wearing floral dress. If you have followed my blog long enough, you probably know that I'm a true flower lover and a hopeless romantic, especially when it comes to red roses. I would be lying if I said I did not like to receive a rose for my birthday, Valentine's Day, or better yet, for no reason. Who could resist a guy who buys roses for his girlfriend every now and then? I know I couldn't. Even if I didn't love the guy at first, I could probably fall in love with him if he did that to me once every month. Ok, fine! Maybe, once every few months.

I used to buy roses from the wet market to decorate my house in the morning. That's the time when the roses look freshest and most beautiful. I love how it instantly brightened my whole living room, and of course my mood. The sweet smell lingered in the air, around the house, it gave me a sense of love and being loved.

Sadly, I don't buy roses as often as I used to because I hardly stay at home, but my love for the beautiful red roses has never changed. As you can tell, even though I don't have the real roses in my hands, I must make sure to have them printed on my dress.

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::Outfit::

Sheinside dress- Also love this one

ZARA blazer- Currently obsessed with this one

Steve Madden heels- Also love this one and this one

Milanoo ring

Coach sunglasses

Max & Chloe necklace (old)- Also love this one

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On the busiest day of the week, meetings after meetings, having a quiet moment by myself on the overhead bridge was such a pleasant and sweet surprise. While taking the air from one end of the bridge to the other, I suddenly felt like escaping this reality, running into a wonderland where I would be surrounded by breathtaking scenery, beautiful blooms, stunning fountains, and the sound of nature. Everyone looked happy there. There was no room for stress, worry and sadness in this place. Only love, laughter and care.

A sudden car horn woke me up and forced me out of my dream. I looked at the crowded road under the bridge where I was standing, all types of vehicle came and went. Everyone was rushing to somewhere and busy doing something. A few thoughts crossed my mind: Where are they going? Where are they from? What is the story behind them? How is their life? Are they happy?

And then, I asked myself: “How am I different from them the moment I walk down this bridge and merge into this life flow?”, “When was the last time I stopped and smelled the roses?”.

The honest answer scared me.

Like most people, I'm busy chasing my dreams, goals, and targets every single day, one after another. It will never end. I’m not different from the rest, but I’m lucky enough to have five minutes standing on that bridge, to soak in the sunshine, to enjoy the wind and to appreciate what I have in life.

I guess; five minutes every day is all I need.