words, they have a strange way with people.
words, it's a love-hate affair that i have with them.

i love the way how a single word can change the meaning of the whole sentence but yet hate how they can torture my mini vocabulary bank when i try to form sentences.

i've been going through rather dark and rough patches recently and it's the words that makes the whole situation darker and brighter at the same time.

it's cheeeeeem i know, but it's really very simple.

my lack of ability to communicate my innermost feelings (both verbally and non-verbally) tortures me.
but yet kind words from people around make me realise that there are still people out there who cares about me. it's like a 'faith-builder', or rather, their words enable me to condition my physcological self into believing that there'd be a light at the end of this dark and empty tunnel.
thank you my dears. (:

then, just when i thought i've saw a hint of light, the tunnel collasped and sealed me off from the opening.
heaven makes sport of man doesn't it?
now i need to find another way out. i hope i dont have to start out from the same place again.


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i've been really stressed out lately (still am in fact) and i realised i've been turning to either retail or food therapy to suppress my troubled soul.
well, to be exact, ive been turning to retail and JUNK food therapy to suppress my troubled soul.
on top of that, ive been losing appetite for proper meals and have been rejecting meals.
dont worry, i still eat (proper meals) but i only eat very little.
mom has been complaining that i've slimmed down a lot and my cousin, bf and best friend have also kindly pointed out so.


stress stress, go away.