These past three weeks have been... indescribable. Mountainous load at work, rollercoaster moods, splitting headaches, pining for someone, and my worst nightmare… I lost the will to write. Blame it on work, blame it on fatigue, I totally lost it. The ideas are in my head, and plenty I have to say. But the words elude me. Even as I sit here, I can’t think. Whatever happened to the fairytale parody I was so eager to write about? What about my rants on fruitless frustrations at life and my ever indecisive self? Writer’s block? Kid me not! I’m not a serious writer… yet. I only write to humour myself, to paint a picture with words, to embalm my memories in stories, to freely express myself.
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not coming. I give up! Time to eat anyway ;)

Btw, my pining is finally over. Boon’s coming back in approx 1 hr after a whole week of training at some faraway land. I’m looking forward to my upcoming Siam trip. I still have a voracious appetite (after all the unnecessary stress @ work) and I’m seriously craving for food now which is a good sign. And I’ve finally acknowledge that I have an eating disorder. (huh?!)