Scars are like memories,
and tattoos.
when you fall, when your heart breaks,
and when your best friend turns her back on you.
it leaves scares that hurt every time you think about it.
it's a memory that will stuck
in your head.
it's in the past but it comes back and bites.
it's a tattoo because it's a memory
that hurts, but doesn't disappear.
It never does. When you see it so vividly,
you sometimes regret what led you
to the scar that is a memory
that leaves an imprint in
your life's history.

-rose.

for the highs and the lows; and moments between,
mountains and valley; and rivers and streams,
for where you're now; and where you'll go,
for "I've always known" and "I told you so",
for "nothing is happening" and "all goes wrong"
it's 3 hele in this journey,
you will learn to be strong,
you will get where you're going,
loading where you belong...

My brain has no heart, and my heart
has no brain. That's why when I speak
my mind, I appear heartless and when I
do what's in my heart I seem thoughtless.

I'm sorry :')

before you say you love me,
how much of me you can
tolerate?

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

I really hope one day you'll named after and only zodiac sign. I can't take another lie to comfort mama, cheer daddy; giggles with the bros. Everytime, every single time after chemo those days.. this body so soggy. all I can say is its just "mom, I'm fine. i just need to rest" as after she closed the door.. this tears just starts to fall. every single cell in this body working hard everyday to kept me alive but cancer is growing and spreading.

hair-loss
appetite-loss
pound-loss

sorry, mama.

p/s:
dear mama, bring me white roses every friday :)