Mere coincidence I hope.

Something spooky happened today.

We had our photos pinned onto whiteboards. One at his place and one at mine. His has other family photos whereas mine has ours and our baby's.

He called at about 2pm-ish sounding worried. He told me that his whiteboard which has been rested on his table top for weeks fell onto the floor by itself. It slid off the side of the table, which is rather strange. He was worried that it was a bad omen and therefore checked with everyone if they are sound and safe. I reassured him that everything is alright, all the time feeling scare and worried myself.

Then, at 2am-ish, technically the next day (i.e after 12am)...

My whiteboard fell from the wall!

Goodness gracious, it was really scary! First of all, it's late at night, and any loud crash would have made you jump out of bed, then.. of all things hang above ground, the whiteboard fell!

It definitely scare the hell out of me.

I prayed hard that nothing shall happen to you. Especially when you are out at work, at the already dangerous work place without all these spookiness in the air.

I need you, please be careful. God, please help.

Please, may all of these be just mere coincidence and NOT any prophecy or warning to later events. 

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.