Super Super

it is quite a long time not working in the office during weekends.

Most of my Sunday nights, I will just stay home, maybe lie on the bed, listen to radio, checking my bank accounts, planning for activities, tasks, or To-Dos next week!

I chatted with Grandmom last night, she told me that one of my aunts bought a new house around our place, and will give her a closet. She is so happy (the original one is from IKEA, I bought for her when we moved in, but that is too modern to an old lady) to get the gift. She likes to decorates her own space.

I have my own space as well:

Whenever I have any exciting ideas, I will stay in the space and write my mind down...

Whenever I am sad and crying, I will stay in the space and write it down....

Whenever I miss someone, I will stay in the space and write it down....

It is like refuge, the port of my mind....I know I am safe there,

even I am alone...

I thought I was safe....

I thought I was safe...

howevever, I was right...

Finally, I have to protect myself....