<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/8000024352810939678?origin\x3dhttp://ragonarv.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Photobucket
Chat



Wednesday, May 16, 2007
The tulips I bought for my mother for mother's day are dying. In fact they already are dead. They were so pretty at first.


They looked just like this. Just that they had redder petals. The colour of Carbenet Sauvignon-based Bordeaux. Anyway what's the point. They both died in the end. They stayed only for one day. Then they started wilting and shriveling. What I would give to see them bloom fully! And as usual I thought of something again. You know the saying "Beauty is only skin-deep." Once you get old, your external beauty will all fade away. The only beauty that won't fade away is your inner beauty. The thing is, knowing something is one thing, but accepting it is another. I know this "Beauty is skin-deep" thing is true, but it ain't true. But it's just comforting to know it. :)




Profile

Claire here
I am Claire. SOME people call me Little Red Riding Hood, Rabbit and Clairebear. I am 5 years old, turning 17. I love playing piano, eating chocolates, and slacking.
NYGH 07-10
HCI 2011
Christian
Pianist


Credits
1 2 3 4 5