stinky boy

Yesterdae while i was walking home from the carpark...i passed by a stretch of yellow bougainvilleas. U noe how other pple always sae tat we only treasure the things when we lose or are about to lose them. Maybe a certain sense of nostalgia whenever i'm walking around our area these daes. i've even switched to jogging within the estate instead of jogging outside nowadaes...Trying to soak up every possible view of the home compound in all angles..and get them imprinted in my peabrain before they become rubble...hmm. =I

But anywae there was this stinky, probably around 10yr-old fat boy...welding a stick in one hand. and then with a swift flick of his puggy stubby arms...he whacks the shrub and hits a bunch of flowers off their heads. and then splash! a pool of yellows landing on the ground. urghz! i would have wanted to curse and swear. OK i din swear. but i was hoping that if he had a transformer toy..it shall fall to a horrible death and shatter into a thousand pieces. stoopid fat boy! he was obviously oblivious of me glaring at him..for he went about his stinky wae..trying to gather yet another stick. oh well...Wat does he noe about the plant taking darn long..and how much photosynthesis..before its flowers could grow to tat yellow state rite?...and it only took him a second to kill it. i mean...yeeshh...the flowers' gonna drop off sooner or later..but still he made them die an earlier untimed death. stoopid fat boy!

oh man..my heart really went out to the poor gardener who must have painstakingly planted the bougainvillea from a tiny plant to a slightly decent shrub tat it is todae. i tink tat our stingy managment probably doesn't quite provide a lot of funds to import huge flowering plants..so some of the small plants must have been grown from scratch...by a friendly initiative of the gardener. Deeply appreciated by ellie. and dats why i'm calling u names now..stoopid fat boy! Yesh..i'm a botany freak.