I had words to fill up this box but they've been forgotten. Sometimes i wish i had the memory the size of an elephant so i could record everything down, the things people say ;overheard conversations ;random thoughts that would come useful in time.

Recently i've developed a huge appetite (its possible). Its a constant hunger permanently eating my insides. A thirst for knowledge, for words, for important things. Its the fyp. Or maybe it is due to the fact that my client is Food for Thought. I'm empty after lunch, i'm empty during dinner, i'm fucking famished chatting online at 2am. To make matters merry, i've put on 3kg.

So here's the thing, is happiness a curse or simply just a state of mind?

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