I have a severe illness.
I cannot translate my feelings and thoughts into words.
I feel it. I think it. I understand it, but not quite. It's all a tangled mass of multicoloured ribbons that I have trouble untangling and straightening out. I don't know the stories in words; I know it as a whole. Like a multiflavoured candy with that indescribable taste. Slowly, I'm pulling out the ribbons, one by one. That's why I write in a journal to keep track of important (or rather what I deem important) happenings and realisations, quotes and Bible verses.
Why are my thoughts so tangled? It's neither here nor there. Sometimes I think this, others that. Fickle minded? Possibly.
Ugh.
God is my healer.
Anyway.
I just got back from Labuan.
It's a very boring place.
Historic but boring.
Or maybe it's beautiful and quiet.
How you look at it is up to you.
I prefer Penang.
Labuan food is so bad compared to Penang's.
Or maybe it's just the food that we were provided with.
Sleep deprivation makes you hungry.
Here are some random photographs.
I'm quite lazy to recollect and tell long stories here right now.
More to come later I guess.
Some words from Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tan: You see, respect is lasting. Fondness is passing, a whim for a season or two, only to be replaced by a new fancy.
I happen to love this words for the truth of it.
Farewell.
p.s. Yes, I got tagged by you, Liani.
Farewell.
p.s. Yes, I got tagged by you, Liani.



