I just finished cleaning my room. I've eaten some bread and they did taste terribly bland. I prepared a hot tea and I’m still letting it cool down.
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day because it supplies you the energy for about three-quarter of your whole day.
I love breakfasts. Cold Milo. But more often than not, none.
I feel more stamina without eating breakfast. And lunch. I feel dozing off as soon as I finish lunch.
Why am I talking about meals?
I didn’t have a regular meal since I moved out for college. Reminds me of Franny (Franny and Zooey), who according to Mrs. Glass is being fed with burgers and coke. I’ve been living in fast foods for nearly five years now. Fast foods. Instant foods. Fake foods. I really need to find that book that’s been haunting me for two years now. It’s The Fast Food Nation. I’m pretty sure I found it somewhere in apartment, back in high school. It’s my sister’s but I still could not find it. Not even until now that everyone has moved out of the house, even the homebody toys (that were sacked to the old house).
That’s the problem with me. Rather, people so think of me. I would keep recalling something I am pretty sure I’ve heard or read or learned or knew about, but when I tell it to people, they would be very suspicious, even find me funny. Because either what I say is they say, out-of-this-world (something really far-fetched) or simply stupid.
I think they think I’m weird, and they sure are calling me crazy at my back. But I’m standing by my words with conviction.
I’m no borderline. I’m normal.
I am, am I not?
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day because it supplies you the energy for about three-quarter of your whole day.
I love breakfasts. Cold Milo. But more often than not, none.
I feel more stamina without eating breakfast. And lunch. I feel dozing off as soon as I finish lunch.
Why am I talking about meals?
I didn’t have a regular meal since I moved out for college. Reminds me of Franny (Franny and Zooey), who according to Mrs. Glass is being fed with burgers and coke. I’ve been living in fast foods for nearly five years now. Fast foods. Instant foods. Fake foods. I really need to find that book that’s been haunting me for two years now. It’s The Fast Food Nation. I’m pretty sure I found it somewhere in apartment, back in high school. It’s my sister’s but I still could not find it. Not even until now that everyone has moved out of the house, even the homebody toys (that were sacked to the old house).
That’s the problem with me. Rather, people so think of me. I would keep recalling something I am pretty sure I’ve heard or read or learned or knew about, but when I tell it to people, they would be very suspicious, even find me funny. Because either what I say is they say, out-of-this-world (something really far-fetched) or simply stupid.
I think they think I’m weird, and they sure are calling me crazy at my back. But I’m standing by my words with conviction.
I’m no borderline. I’m normal.
I am, am I not?
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