I don't know why but tonight I feel like writing and never thought I'd choose my old blog. I don't know what to write either but I'm just going to type in whatever that crossed my mind.
Last few days I bought myself 3 beautiful red roses from the floral shop downstairs where I live here in Damansara, I don't know why I bought it, but I always love roses. I bought a hand bouquet for my friend as a farewell gift, and I just have this thing, a feeling like I want to put something nice on my study desk as the exam is just around the corner (I will spend most of the days on the table anyway). Well, yeah, I bought the roses for myself, I cut the end, put it on the glass Snapple juice bottle I keep for months, put fresh waters and put it there on my table. It was nice, they were pretty. I felt they were the kind of flowers that bloom majestically. But then I felt bad. Cause they have to die to be on my desk, because they were pretty and I like them. I remember when I was a kid my late brother gave me a purple rose he got from his graduation. I kept that rose for years, I just let it dry and still put it on my desk at home, I don't recall what happened to the dried flower now, but even it was dead and lost the colour purple, I liked it. That was the first time I ever owned a rose, given by my late brother. It never occurred to me until today, when I watch these three red roses that I bought wilting, dying.
So I decided to keep these flowers dry. I want to make sure even when they are dead, they're sacrifice of being pretty worth it, even after the colors are gone. I'll show you what they'll look like after few years (hopefully)
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