i slept at 1am (which is normal) but i woke up at 2.20pm this
mummy and dee did not even shouted or screamed at me. i wonder why.
the prob is, i set my alarm clock at 9.30 am. :((
self control,self realisation. self realisation.
on a happier note, i ate satay for teatime. (which is also my breakfast or lunch)
yay!
nway, yesterday night around 7pm, i got a feeling to do some gardening. i know, wth 7pm & gardening. you must be mad.
the rain had just stop and i was thinking if i were to do some gardening this late, i wont have to go ewww, looking at some bug or wtv. cause i cant even see it. and the bugs wld not even be up on the ground cause it had just rain! :D
btw i have my own precious baby fur plant that is dying because my mom moved her humongous plant over beside it. so my baby plant cant get any sunlight at all. T.T
as i was rearranging the plants here and there,
i saw a huge rock that my mom just dumped at a corner. so i decided to move it up front to the garden.
THE PROB?
i cant move it, its bloody heavy.
well then, if you cant move it. dont move it lar.
ANOTHER PROB?
i cannot, dont move it. cause i had already moved it a few inches out of its place and my effort would have been wasted.
-.- , i know.
so, i stood there under the dark. thinking wat to do.
a simple and yet hideous drawing to save u from all that thinking.
if u were thinking at all.
the red line is where i want to move that rock to.
so it ended up, i came up with a brilliant plan of ROLLING MY ROCK TO THE DESTINATION.
:D i declare that i am the smartest bee on earth!
as i was kicking and rolling (roll once and take a deep breath.) that hugeass rock, & thinking how brilliant i am.
i heard a crack sound.
and thought... hey, it sounds like a snail's shell.
but my garden nv had any snails at all. :?
and then i moved the rock and
OMGWTHIKILLEDASNAIL.
there is indeed a snail below it. with the shell all cracked. i stared blankly for a second and started chanting all those amitabha (buddhist chants) on how i did not meant to kill it, and it was all an accident and may it be well and happy always and not be reborn as a snail IN MY GARDEN again.
then i continued rolling that stone while thinking what a hugedumbass i am.
T.T
during dinner, i asked my parent.
will the snail die if its shell has been cracked?
mom:duh.
me: shivers* feel guity like shit.
dad: oh the snail's shell will repair it self back. like.... the lizards tail.
me: oh really? it would take ages then. and how does it happen? like the snail put their saliva on their shells and it will stick itself back?
dad: er, i dunno. thats what i think lar.
-.-
sigh, few years ago, i thought that snails will migrate and find a new shell when their shell spoils.
i think it was because i saw some cartoon on that. :(
snails, sigh. pfft.
may it be well and happy always.
:( i did not meant to hurt u, paiseh!
me & gardening do not go well together.
