Communicating...

Everybody has different ways of comunication.
Like that evening at Ding Tai Fong, this couple beside me started attending to their PDA. At first I didnt notice anything odd. Seconds later, they started talking to each other, with their eyes glued to their gadgets. Guess what, they were playing games together... throughout the whole dinner. Their conversation was all about the game! I sneered at them, commenting to my sister that it is so unhealthy.

Then again, I am a bottle. I am unhealthy too.
I hate telling out my feelings.
I swallowed them.
I vomit them out probably like days later.
Maybe months. Maybe years. Maybe never.
I hate it when my sis is right (like always!)
That the matter is not solved
And involved parties will be bitter about it.
I need to learn to speak out.