Picking up old habits.

so many things to say, so little energy to recall. I'm not terribly splendid with words, but the reason i made it an effort to blog years ago was to actually improve my writing. You see, i have brilliant friends *cough, kelz, cough* who wrote with such a flair that it propelled me to do so too, naively believing that raw talent can be cultivated through practice. Not forgetting Perng, thanks to good fate, who sat his pudgy butt next to mine on our 2nd last year in high school. We would have our mini essay-writing competitions in class, both eager to see who can outdo who with bombastic words and beautiful-structured sentences. It didn't help that we were both avid fantasy book readers who enjoyed lengthy and descriptive writings. haha. i think we only managed to finish the introductions most of the times before giving up and going on with our silly conversations.

2 years ago, i lost my voice. i burrowed deep into the darkest corners of my heart and threw my emotional trash there. and then, i ran out of space. and these dark things seeped into other areas of my body. My thoughts, my actions, my feelings. all bitter.

Hope came in the form of Jesus. You will never know what it is like to truly forgive until He provides help.

So here i am writing again, picking up where i left off, very well knowing that i might stumble here and there since im terribly clumsy hehee.