When a friend of mine went through *hardship* in her life, she fell into depression. She turned from a jovial person into a very quiet girl. Another couldn’t bear to see the light of day or night without shedding her tears and the other one slit her arms with a shaver. I do not condone to this act, but people deal with heartaches in so many different ways: crazy, disturbing, emotional, silence.. those are the things some people do and if that’s what makes them “heal”, let them be.

These past week, I busied myself with some stuff. I moved furnitures into new positions.. only to move it back to the original place after a few days. I moved the backyard plants to my balcony, I burn red candles along the balcony every night since Thursday, I baked a cake, cream it and feed it to the dog… And then as I took my shower tonight, I noticed the rust on the window’s bar.

It’s a good sign actually. I’ll have another project to work on – new paint job for the bar. Think I’ll buy a can of white paint tomorrow. Perhaps I could use the extra paint for the door downstairs and the front gate too. Yep, I think that is what I’m going to do this week. :-)

*fingers cross*