.:It's a rose, It's a orchid .No!! It's TULIPS!!:.
* Knock Knock*
Reagan : Uhmm !! Kok are you awake? Fiona is on her way.
Sigh!! I need to get an alarm clock or I am going to wake up late for everything.Geez, you cant really trust a phone to wake you up when it is job to make phone calls.Jumping out of bed, I realised I had 20 minutes max to get ready before Fiona comes around.Thankfully, I did everything in time. Tulip farm here I come. It was around an hour drive to the tulip farm festivals, plus the time that we made a worng turn.It was a hot sunny day with tempreture soaring to 25 degrees.
Upon arriving, I noticed a mass of people flocking the entrance.The queue was averagely long but it was a fast moving queue.It was a jazz week with a jazz band playing that the tulips festivals.The tulips were so beautiful, at a first glance they look fake but they are indeed real.I would want to go into details on what signifiance tulips are cuturally nor would I want to bore to with my day at the farm.So I am going to dazzle you with lots of beautiful pictures.Enjoy.I know you would.
This the arc at the entrance of the farm.I think that this farm is only open once a year, in the season of spring of course.
Just me and the sign board. From here onwards it would only be pictures of Tulips and its beauty.
Yuki and Me
Just myself and the beauties surrounding me
The Dennis Family
Fiona and me
Me and Little King
Thats all folks it was a good day out before hell break loos for the next month ahead.Exams are around the corner, it give me the creeps.
3 Comments:
cantik siut...! Wish it was like our garden huh...
haha dream on man!! sure botak one if it is malaysia people will sure pluck one ahha
Colours so attractive. I meant da flowers, not your hair...muahahahah
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