Friday, March 11, 2005
dAy oF diRt...
I’m so tired… I spend nearly the whole day in dirt. Well after leaving the plants here for so long most of them have died and the dirt have harden to an impossible hardness that equals that of a rock. I don’t really like gardening coz I happen to lack the green thumb. In fact I happen to think I have the brown thumb. hehe… Meaning that I’m certain every plant I touch will turn brown, and we know what brown means when it comes to plants, its death…yep, I have the cursed brown thumb, hehe… Anyway, since the dirt is so hard and can be considered as old and nutrient-less, there’s no choice but to throw them away. So off I went in search of plastic bags so that I could put the dirt in them so that I could throw it but alas, no bags. So in the end I put them in boxes coz the dirt needs to be thrown out but the flower pots is to be salvaged. Hehe… Just imagine I needed to get the rock hard dirt from the flower pots into the boxes and the only gardening tool I had was a spoon. A lousy spoon. Pain, pain, pain… My long nails ruined. Hehe… Now you and I both know that I dun keep my nails long and the only reason it was long was because I keep on forgetting to get them clipped. So no biggy there… hehe… So there I was, trying with all my efforts to loosen the dirt so that I could pour it out into the boxes and developing calluses to my already rough hands. Lucky, after about an hour of the spoon torture my dad handed me a screwdriver. Boy that was a godsend. Really, the thing just when thru the dirt so easily, breaking its hardness and loosening it easily. Sure as hell beat the spoon by a million times. So why bloggie are you asking me is the topic of dirt have won and taken its place here? Well the answer is very easy. This is a bunch of my rants so shut up… hehe… Of course the fact that a thought occurred to me as I was driving the screwdriver into the hard dirt with a vengeance. In my mind it must be almost the same as a person driving a knife into someone. Sure the dirt has harden but the screwdriver so easily cut thru it. Surely the same must happen with a person’s body. And since I was driving it again and again into the dirt, I must look like a mad woman stabbing a man in rage. Now that is a frightening thought. But there is something good out of my long ranting, I think that if ever a person feels like driving a knife into someone, my advice is, grab a screwdriver and a flower pot with harden dirt and go crazy. It’s a sure tension reliever believe me. So I guess that’s about it today. Will write again tomorrow if nothing forbids…
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