Dear Rosé,

Dear Rose, "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Antoine De Saint-Exupery If you do not know who is Antoine, I will show The Little Prince to you; if you think making honey lemon is tough, I can do it for you; if you miss out the best views in town, I can probably guide you; but if you ever question what love is, I do not know ... It comes in different forms, different languages, different ways, sometimes there is no a single word at all, not even a song, so quietly ... Sometimes it's harsh, loud, cruel, sorrow, fear etc. So how you define love? STOP. No one is a love expert, someone who makes statement is a liar. In fact, we all know what love is, we just need to experience what we already know - it is the distance in our heart. Thank "photographer", for making it real #111

Dear Rose, " Potluck (noun): used in reference to a situation in which one must take a chance that whatever is available will prove to be good or acceptable "   Well, while forcing oneself to become something, like someone, of course it is challenging, no meal comes for free; but does it worth the effort and loss, after loads of time and money spent, but losing all the fun and sparks in oneself, losing time and intimacy with the loved ones? We are aging, everybody is, as long we are happy, the choices are right; if we are not happy, think about it. We definitely gain loss in whenever we do in the end, but worthy loss makes us happy - it becomes an investment. (not about cash) OUR 21 - MY POTLUCK OF FRIENDSHIP SINCE TEENAGE   I shall not ask for new, because this friendship is my favorite collection of sunshine, portraits, stories, experiences, laughter, shoulders, etc. EVERYTHING huge that I can't put into words - Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my Best F

Dear Rose,   I always tend to forget things when life flows too quickly. I should keep a diary because it is keeping all the moments that matter. Just like how fast we have come this far - accumulating four months, although I don't count by days much, but it is the days that makes me have faith in the years to come.   Library and bookstore are places I would go, because those are gateways leading me to nowhere, but a nowhere in a world of pixie. It cures my ego, making me feel small but content; it comforts my nerves, gently put me on the ground; it stimulates my senses, put smile on my face; it brings old friends, who can speak right to my mind; it drives my imagination to parts of the world, which I have not truly seen; I found gateways to freedom. There is a gateway at the Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre (Klpac), Sentul, where loads of classics and pre-loved collection of books are nicely kept - get some light drinks and snacks, grab a seat and start killing time befor