MOMO

I know its 3:44pm.
But I have yet to wake fully.
Even though I have showered.
Somehow, the mind's still all hazy and thoughts are coming in randomly.

As much as I would like to organise my thoughts.
I think my attempts will be futile.
And thus, the following will be regurgitated haphazardly.

Club momo
Finally finally checked it out.
All that hype.
Dragged my friends down to check it out.
The queue snaked.
The placed was packed.
The music was... passable and literally heart-stopping.
The most memorable thing of that place?
The Toilets.
They rocked.
Huge seats, warm lighting, posters of half naked man plastered on the door.
What more could we have asked for?
Made me wonder if the gents had posters of half naked ladies plastered in their doors.
I shall make a mental note to sms my friend to ask and update.

The music was.. alright. If they minus off that thumping, and loud blasting, I could have probably enjoyed it more.
But no, it was loud, it was annoying, it almost made me puke.
Considering I only had one really pathetic drink..
That nausea was something new.

Believe it or not, we spent an hour in the toilet.
Just resting.
Escaping from the stinking crowd, loud music and smoke.
Because it was crowded, because it was packed.
All around you were sweatingly high people.
I hate crowds.
Period.

Headed home early.
Though I was really tired.
I hang on and read my book.

I found a fucking good read.
Really.
Not as good as Dan Brown.
But because I have finished all Dan Brown's books.
This new writer serves as a rather good substitude.

Harlan Coben - Just one look.

Not as informative as Dan Brown, but almost twice as clever.
Left me gaping.
And I love it when novels leave me gaping and thinking "crap, this is good"
So ya, CRAP this is good!

Another recent addiction I have undertaken, is to Meiji's Yoghurt.
I am not a yoghurt person.
I hate diary products (minus the cheese).
But because I am itching for a snack.
I found only Yoghurt.
At first I was skpetical.
I vaguely remembered the last time I downed sourish yoghurt.
But this time, this Meiji one has fruits in it.
And I totally enjoyed it.
So much I've been having one everyday.
At the expense of my parents. (Because they bought it for themselves).
Bahhahaha.

Pixie commented that I have lost weight.
I insist I am the same.
But after she said that.
I actually took a closer look whilst showering.
And I realise, maybe perhaps I did lose some.
But that is where it is freaking me out.
How can I lose weight, when I my exercise regime remains the same as last month.
That is, walking to the bus stop and walkng home.
On top of that, I have been snacking on the packet of chips almost very feverently.

So where are my fats going to?
I hate it when I am unexplainable weight loss.
Cos that freaks me out.
That only reminds me that people with serious illnesses lose weight rapidly.
Should I start binging to find out if I will put on weight?
That's a true dilemma I tell you.

Everyone has a past.
How much of it matters?

I sometimes wish I am predictable.
That my life is all about stability.
That everyday will just be like every other day.

But no.
Sometimes I wake up happy.
Sometimes I enter a trance-like state.
Sometimes I just don't know where time went.

I just want to be like everyone else, who takes things as they come. Who take things easily.
Why am I one, who find it so fucking hard to let go of certain thoughts.

I talk to myself.
And I keep telling myself
To let it go.