The Constant(ly) (Hopeful) Gardener
I dont know what living in the hills is doing to me but, as I was walking home today, I realised that I can now recognise some bird species by the sounds they make! Although not a bad thing at all (but it is a little freaky coz I’m not even trying), I think next sem, I wanna move to the city. Or the beach would be nice too.
The birds are one thing. At least thats not bothering me. There is, however, one little thing that was driving me nuts! On the way to and back from uni, I walk pass these flowers…. these captivating pinkish white to deep pink wild flowers that seem to just pop out from the ground. Its scent I find absolutely sweet and intoxicating. I’ve been wondering what they’re called for quite a while now. With the help of my best mate, Google, I went through one botanical index after another for the last two hours and… IT FINALLY PAID OFF! I was so happy I could cry. I’m such an idiot. Presenting, the Belladonna Lily (Amaryllia belladonna)…
Now, here comes the part where I divulge yet another one of my fantasies only to read it later in my archives and get utterly embarassed. Like every girl (at least I choose to belive that such is the case), I have an idea of what I want my home to look like–what pots and pans and plates I want to buy, what bed sheets, what type of furniture… Recently I’ve been thinking, if… if I ever end up staying in Australia for a good number of years (because, Singapore, where family is, is home) and if… if I ever get a house here, maybe I should begin picturing my garden too. You know, just in case. Well. I want white freesias and stephanotises and tuberoses and tulips and star jasmines and osmanthises and belladonna lilies and a HHUUUUUUGE maple tree =) oh. white daffodils and narcissuses in pots would be nice too–I havent made up my mind yet, I like the yellow ones because they’re so happy.
I’m supposed to be enjoying Jazz at the Stables with a friend and her boyfriend right now. But I’m just so lazy (plus the obsessive googling)… it’s a pleasantly cold drizzly day. I’ve been in bed all evening reading a good book. Lahiri’s style is sharp, yet sensitive. It’s an insightful and thought-provoking read, people. Recommended!! I stopped to take a break (read: obsessive googling) but I’ll get back to it after this. I’ll complete the book before the night is over, I’m sure. Jazz can wait till tomorrow night.
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My friend just smsed–she wants to go tomorrow night instead of tonight too! Ah. All’s well that ends well.
March 17th, 2006 at 5:21 am
haha. the title of the post is so corny! hee. anyway, the other day, i just watched the saddest of oprah and i thought of you cos i KNOW you’d bawl if you watched it. it talked about kids with abnormal disorders. the first was a little girl who can’t feel pain, so she unwittingly harms herself by chewing her fingers and poking her eyes. now she has to wear one artificial eye and wear goggles. but when she went on oprah, she was so bubbly and happy and amazing. that was just the first fifteen minutes of the show ok!
then they showcased kids with tourette’s syndrome and how they’re ostracised and made fun of. so sad. last was a feature on this baby girl who was born with her legs fused together… mermaid syndrome. luckily the operation to get them apart went well. she came on the set and she was SO CUTE she was clapping when the audience clapped.
http://www.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/200511/tows_past_20051108.jhtml
so sedih
March 17th, 2006 at 6:42 pm
thanks for the link! *sniff sniff sob sob…* so kesian ah all these kids… but at the same time, it makes you thankful for your own good health, doesnt it?