The Hiding Place

We discovered a christian home mission called The Hiding Place (link), not somewhere for us, but I do find the name of this place out of the ordinary. My comments are purely based on the term "the hiding place" and not relating to the home itself.

Where is your hiding place?

There is a place where you would like to hide, away from the reality of life, away from the problems, away from the fear and away from the eyes of others, even if it's just a short break.

Mine is home, by that, I refer to the confined space of my own bedroom. I connect to the world via internet and yet do not have to bare myself to the public. If I'm tired, I could shut down and sleep, I could plug on and shut myself of unwanted disturbance, I could speak to myself, listen to my heart and bare my soul, I could slow down and breathe, I could cry to my heart's content and dance ever so freely.

Everytime I put on makeup, I feel as if i'm putting on a mask. To boost my dampened confidence and separates me from the air, sometimes to the extend of putting up a front that others would love to see. And that's just not me.

I miss having cold morning air touching my bare face which I rarely carry. I wish I could... one day perhaps.

Meanwhile~ when the makeup is on, the girl is gone.     

Isn't that me?

Saw this while browsing thru the net.

Isn't that me? First of all, I love owls. Coincidently, I love soy caramel macchiato from starbucks too, which explains why my blog was named as such.

Sadly, it's sold out. Well well well... it still made my day thou :)

Did facial mask for my parents today, these are little things that I can do for them. Whenever I thought of how fast they are aging, I lose it, I feel like crying. I may not feel close to the both of them, having grown up in others' (baby sitter) care. I love my Daddy, he's such a great man that no other can match. He has devoted all his life to our family.

I really hope that I will be able to take care of them when time comes, like they have taken care of me when I was young. There is so little time. I could barely earn enough to start my family. How do people make it? It suddenly daunt on me that hey you, it's time to grow up. As much as you don't want to, time waits no one. Reality is life. Dream only begin when you close your eyes.  

好想和你分享的天空

这是今天令我留下最深刻的话。在邮票博物馆销售的一本书，白色的书面加上简单的一句话，含着如此大量的思想空间。有点伤感，有点爱意，有点思念。

每当看见漂凉的事物都想在第一时间和爱人分享，尤其是那美丽的天空，不是吗？有好几次你在工作时看见美丽的黎明，都发图片简讯给我，告诉我好想和我一起看那景色， 你还记得吗？或是看见那美丽的云端， 也是如此。能有人和你分享是幸福的， 再美的事物若找不到知音人一起欣赏，你是否还一样觉得它美？同样的，当我看见那灿烂的彩虹和夜空，也好想和你分享。很幸福，也很惜福，有你，一位和我一样会停下脚步瞭望天空的人。

写书的作者给我的感觉好像把自己的世界比喻成天空， 好想和某人分享他的世界， 好想有那某人在他的世界。