On my way to work one day, I found a rose along the way. I wondered why it's lying there as opposed to being shown off in someone's vase. What is its story? I tried to pick it up, but in a moment it was gone. It wasn't there. I continued walking.
* Finally deleted my Friendster account. The paragraph above, which I wrote while in that site is the only thing I saved.
* The photo is from Fringe. This is really just a test of posting from Blogger android app.
