Thursday, November 17, 2005
the flower incident.
the girl walked up to her six precious darlings, carefully avoiding the bits of shredded newspaper strewn all over the balcony. Poking her head under the soggy blanket which was being hung up to dry, she grabbed the watering can and stroked her darlings gently with her pudgy fingers. Their petals seemed to embrace her as they swayed gently in the cool morning breeze. "Good morning, everyone!" exclaimed the girl cheerily, grinning broadly at them.
She began to sprinkle fresh water into their pots as she talked to each one of them excitedly.
"Gino! What's wrong with you?"
Apparently Gino the bright purple flower had just shed two of his petals.
"Oh dear. Never mind, i'll give you extra tender loving care," gushed the girl and she went on to water the other five.
Once every of her darlings had been carefully watered, the girl finally put down the watering can and said,
"THERE. NOW THEY'RE HAPPY."
Okay. I've been keeping flowers since Sunday evening. What happened was that after our jog at Bedok Reservoir, we noticed that there were so many pots of flowers left after the fair at the park was over. We all clambered on top of each other to grab as many pots as we can, and, finally, my family managed to get hold of six pots-
Gino the little bright-purple flower,
Kido the little violet flower,
Zax the big pink rose,
Tony the big red rose,
Sam the big purple rose, and of course
Jason the little pot of purple flowers.
My maid probably thinks i've mad, so i've been told, but who cares? I love talking to my flowers! Although... zax the rose has withered! there's only two buds on him left! God save the rose! Since there's usually no one home to really talk to, the only consolation is that I have my dog (who isn't what people would call a good listener), my 5566 toys, these flowers and........and....
THE DOG LULU GAVE ME! her name is lalulu. *hmm.*
I'm sure people talk to their favourite things. Like the way my dad talks to my dog, how my mom sings to nobody in particular and my grandma who is able to strike brief conversations with the TV downstairs. Especially people who are the only child at home?! *stares meaningfully at lulu and xiaoyan and cousin* Probably xiao yan talks to dust particles that got trapped in her bushy mane and lulu talks to pictures of stefanie sun. you never know! One day I should embark on a quest to find out... muahahahaha...
I'm so bored and lonely at home! There's not much to do except write, write and write. and read. and practise math! Apart from receiving smses from leng, fang, agogo and occasionally lulu, there isnt much left to do!
But the best way to while the time away is to write, write and write.
después de todo, ése es el camino al periodismo.
seeking the pathway to journalism.
Octeopus rambled on and on and on, on
3:48 PM.
