I'm sorry im just so uninspired to do the whole festivity reporting, even to myself.Maybe i'll wait till after chinese new year.Or um Good Friday?But what i would like to do is say "HOWS IT SMELLING THIS NEW YEAR!?!"I got a couple of fresh poppies in the cell.Deep inhalations. Nice.My 3 other roses still budding beautifully. I watch in awe.Cuz i can try my utmost best, but its God who makes them bloom.And me "the mother of all bambis" as Shenna bambifiedly says."But shenna", i say in all seriousness, " Bambi's mother dies"."Oh.." Shenna's bambi gaze.Hehehe. I love it already.
The bouquet gets more elaborate... Soon there will be baby's breadth, ferns, carnations, sunflowers, lilacs, lilies. The works. I want the works. Thats my visual dream for this year.My cell bouquet. And soon enough the Garden.Moooving along...
I also stand amazed at how in a sphere where nothing animate thrives ( or so we think )
You can leave your blog like bread to rot, and micro-organisms can still have a party.
My tag board has had some activity lately. And my higher learning of peceptivity has taught me to smile about every one of those cute rug rats who decided that i was worth a morsel of their time & a speck of brain functionality. Someone also thought i was 16... *gazes faraway*
Sweet 16....For my case...spunky 16.Where blades were made with pieces of my tongue.And frosty popsicles witha swift gaze of my eyes.And global warming paid tribute to my ice-berg melting smiles.HAHAAA...I love reminiscing with a whole lot of narcissistic , MSG-ladden hilarityHeeheeeheee..*giggles away* Actually i don't giggle very well...i prefer the small-spurts-chuckle or maniacal-laughter
15/16..*dreamily*My green uniform was pretty short by that time.
