reached home, flopped myself on the bed and took the express to bedfordshire. haha love that phrase....too bad i don't think anyone would know what it means and even more for those who have not watched bridget jones. bathed. yup feel clean. feel squiky clean. *sponge bob rubbin 2 pickles against each other* *makin the squiky sound* haha anw went to the 3rd floor to water the plants. looked at the plants and instead of using the hose, used the watering can.... decided to conserve water. i felt sorry for the plants, they were out in the sun the whole day. so poor thing. under the sun n not being able to drink water. then i imagined the plants walkin into the shade and enjoyin a cool cup of fruit cocktail like those typical tropical beach scene... started to laugh to myself. *wondered whether the construction workers opposite thought i was crazy* saw some weeds but didn't have the heart and was too lazy to pull them out. then i thought "arent the weeds also living things? why must we kill them? i mean like ya they fight with plants for the necessary stuff but that's what happens in society wad. i mean survival of the fittest right?" then when i was waterin the bigger plants, i was thinking how much water to water? should i just water a bit? or put it to the brim of the flower pot? hmmm i mean like it's so sad for the plants, they have to stay under the hot sun today, can't go into the shade themselves, can't order a cool fruit cocktail and have to drink all the water they are given by their "waterer" when the "waterer" waters them. it's so sad rite.when i took out my glasses frm the box, i saw that i put my prayer beads inside as well. when i was about to close the box, i wondered "the prayer beads have to breathe too rite?" "they must feel very bad after such a long while in the bag" so i took it out for it to breathe. now, it's sitting near me on the comp table enjoying the wind blown by the fan and maybe watching me blog. cool huh!! personifying the prayer beads!!!
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