Dealing with Regrets (discontinued perfumes and others)

When I was younger, the first perfume which enamoured me was Crabtree & Evelyn’s Evelyn Rose.

Evelyn Rose was a delightful pink bouquet of Evelyn roses surrounded by a bed of luscious sweet peach and peony petals. There was a beautiful, soapy warmth to this fragrance that made me feel clean, feminine and luxurious. ImageIts beautiful clear glass flacon and silver wordings only served to strengthen its beauty.

Two years ago, I saw that it was on 30% promotion. Since I loved this beauty, I jumped upon the chance to grab a bottle. I remembered how there were only two bottles left on the shelves.

Now, Evelyn Rose has been reformulated. The new version is a hideous abomination – a light citrus Evelyn rose scent that does not exude any of the loving characteristics of its predecessor. I was enraged. I was sad. And most of all, I was living in regret.

Regret, that I did not buy more of it.

Regret, that I would outlive it.

Sure, a perfume bottle lasts for years and years on average for me since I rarely use it. But the idea that once I ran out of it, I would never, ever get to smell such a smell again, made me feeling sorrowful.

Just like other incidents in life, there is no turning back. You never know when things are gone for good.

For me, Evelyn Rose’s reformulation is a minor regret which occasionally tugs on my heartstrings. There are bigger regrets in life, which can range from things like a friend you used to have, or the person you wished you cherished better when they were alive. There were friends I thought we would stick together throughout our growing up years, only to have me realising that I was the only one trying to maintain the relationship. There were loved ones I wished I were nicer towards (I am prone to little bouts of tantrums and lack of sympathy) when they were alive.

Thinking of things like these can be depressing, but it also serves as a reminder that our short lifetimes should be put to better use.

Time and tide waits for no man.

For now, I’m hunting down every possible source of Evelyn Rose perfumes that aren’t exorbitantly priced and also keeping backups of perfumes I know are getting discontinued. They’re an expensive hobby to me, but hey, I only have one life so why not just indulge in a bit of something I find happiness?

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I love roses. I’m gonna delight myself in that little piece of heaven.
Image from google

How YOLO isn’t just an annoying teenage phrase

YOLO YOLO YOLO.

Tell me this doesn’t annoy you and I’ll smack you silly.

YOLO – You Only Live Once, a term overused by teenagers and insane people doing utterly reckless actions on social media.

I used to scorn this ridiculous phrase. Thumb my nose at it. It is akin to some sort of self-assumed immunity from responsibility once this grand phrase is uttered. You may now descend into the hall of crazy antics, my good not-so-logical fellow human being!

Yet, after a series of happenings in these few years, I saw this phrase in a different – and more acceptable – light.

Yesterday was the last day of my neighbour’s funeral wake. He was a very nice uncle and at the young age of 60 years old. Just three weeks ago, he saw his 30-year-old eldest son get married, an extremely joyous occasion with a congregation of ah bengs and other happy-smoking friends. A mere 8 months ago, he went through a heart bypass surgery which diminished much of his strength. I remembered seeing him after his surgery, how swollen and puffy his face looked and how it scared and saddened me. My neighbour was an “Ah beng” at heart and he used to be brazen alongside his “ah lian” wife. But they were always so polite with my family. He fought in his newspaper distribution business and I was told  his newspaper empire had expanded well into heartland shops.

He had only begun to enjoy his retirement.

But his life was robbed in a matter of a short 3 days.

My neighbour died due to the flesh-eating bacteria. He complained of excruciating pain in his lower thighs but saw a doctor only after 2 days. By then, the virus had spread to all parts of his body and he was gone, just a day later. He died from multiple organ failure. I found myself crying at how tragic this is. I saw how his wife teared up upon seeing us. Her stoic front at the funeral reception eroded when my mother gave her a hug. She spoke of her efforts to ensure that my neighbour’s skin was always well moisturised and free from wounds that could cause serious infection for his weakened body. Yet, the only time she found a small nick on his leg was perhaps the time the fatal virus got into his body.

They never knew how he got the cut, nor where the virus could have originated from.

That is just one incident that has reminded me of how transient Life is. How we human beings, despite our arrogance regarding our progress, is ultimately at the mercy of Death.

I have experienced many more heart-breaking incidents happening these few years that glaringly screams to me that I should cherish my life. You never know when your chance at living will expire.

So, go tell the ones you love that you love them.

Go hug that pet cat of yours and smother it with kisses.

Go erase your regrets and live for the future.

Because, YOLO.