Woof

I met you, a year ago.
You got me wrapped around your little paw, and I was too afraid you couldn't make it.

Dear little human,
I woof you even you snore too loud,
I woof you even your smells of fart wake me up in the middle of night,
I woof you even you're too busy at the beach but still let me watch you,
I woof how your tail always wagging when you see me,
I woof the way you cuddle,
I woof the way you bark on strangers or some people you just... don't like.

Happy 1st anniversary to our friendship, Goof.

And when I let you lick my face, people think it's gross. For me, it will cure almost anything.

Be well!

A Thousand Times Enough

That was it.

You taught her time and time again that n.o.t.h.i.n.g she does, ever good enough.

And that's okay.

At least I tried. I tried. I tried.


I'm tired :')

After All This Time...

I was in Hong Kong when his Mom sends me his lovely picture. That day I receive the picture, was not far from "Killing of Harambe" at the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Garden, and I found someone stalks my Facebook account because she wants to be with my partner, so I decide to, deactivate my Facebook account! Phew.
Facebook might the only way I could talk with his Mom, she's the strongest single Mom I've ever know that I wish I could hold her tight, every day. I know it's not easy to lose her only son, but she never shows me how sad is she after Lars left. Though I am a strong woman, it's not gonna happen with me as even 3 years after his passing,  I am still, h..e..r..e, frozen. No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear, my love.
As far as I know, I'm getting stronger by letting you live my life by being an angel that always hugging me from the back or jump into a conversation with someone that could talk to you, yeah! Hahaha, I know you're around, I can feel you around! This 27, for you up there, my love, my new beginning, my gift to you, to make you feel more proud, and here I am, the Front Office Manager for Selected Service of the Portfolios in the #1 World's Largest Hotel Company. By God grace, and working passion!

Sr. Nena, she keeps telling me "Move on! 3 years already!"

What was it like to lose him? 

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me-----said all at once.

-Lang Leav

P.S. I will see you someday again in the clouds.