The other day as I was staying here in my favorite place in the world (and that would be my desk)… I had this feeling of restlessness and fear combined that being alone in the office in like 10 in the night would make me think that ghosts exist after all. I mean, I’m all alone, no one to talk to… singing my heart out in a song called "Breathe" by Anna Nalick and somewhere at the back of my mind… I could swear someone’s singing with me too…

Then I realize, my baby is staying with me too. Not working but watching me work… and singing with the wrong words… doesn’t matter… as long as he’s watching me. Hehehe.