be nice to everyone; but be wary too.

My mind is a chaos
My heart is scratching its own scars
And it’s bleeding memories

I’m on a boat
Slowly paddling through
This sea of misery

Memories long forgotten
Come flooding back
They’re all I have
To remember you by

God, I thank you that my sister is alive and well. She’s alright most of the time and I am so, so thankful for that.

Missing you so badly already.
I love them.
We have a new member 😊 Do’s sweetheart. Haha.

💜💜💜

Can I just skip sleep and go right into the interesting part of the day?

Us.

Thank you for being a part of my life.
Thank you for wanting to be in this adventure with me. 😘😊
Kolly lives being a baby. A naughty Jack Russell Terrier.
Chang brought a piece of Paris home for each of us, le tards - Doreen, Melo… And oh, Ron too. 😊❤
Both Kolly and Berry being excited when Ron got home.
We both got our free ice-creams one night eventhough I was sick and not supposed to take ice-cream. Haha. 😊❤

My mom told me today that death has its own smell. The first time she smelled death was when she visited her friend’s sick mother. There was this smell hanging in the air, but just like anyone, she wouldn’t have known that that smell was death’s. She (the sick lady) died shortly.

The second time was when she was standing next/near to the policeman who was working in her department and this man had hypertension. A couple of weeks later he died from stroke.

The third time was with my dad. One time she was bathing my dad because he was sick and she smelled it. It was there, but I guess the smell was ‘thin’, she said. Also, she wasn’t so sure and was in denial.

It kind of spooked me when she talked about it.

We were at the clinic today because she wasn’t feeling so well. We were just sitting down when she suddenly asked me if I had smelled death before. And she asked me if I knew what death smells like, if I could tell if it was.

I told her that I probably had but I guess I’m already too used to it by now.

My mom vomited this afternoon. She was giddy and nauseated the whole day and she vomited as well. What’s worrying me a lot is the chest pains she’s been having on and off. I think she might have broken her heart when my dad passed.

This is me. After 987654321 takes.
The pimples are dying.