Hey April!

I have not been posting anything new since February ended. I guess it was primarily due to the fact that I was overloaded with things to finish all those while. Anyways, March had been mildly interesting especially my indulgence in the weekend going out and clubbing started to feel as a routine and this spoiled the fun nature of it. Now that I talked about it, I stumbled across a video which explained why metaphetamine is considered to be the most dangerous drug exists. Not only that it triggered addiction but also due to the fact that it killed the "pleasure" by overwhelm our brain with unnatural dose of this particular enzyme that trigger the sense of pleasure. Inundating our brain with this overwhelming unit number of this enzyme eventually shut down the mechanism that receives this enzyme and hence kills our ability to sense pleasure. Scary eh? Thus dont take DRUGS!
Anyway my whole point is, I guess, that like everything in life it shan't be of over-the-top quantity. And that is when the challenge kick in. We, human being, has the tendency to seek the endless pursuit of pleasure fulfillment. We eat, we have sex, we drink, etc. All in the name of pleasure. In the name of the release of that particular enzyme in our brain that trigger the sensation. The sensation of feeling pleasure. Thus keeping up the right balance of the activities of what may trigger it in a proportional dosage might be a giant challenge for those who do not have enough self control. I probably belong to this group. Yea.
I started going out early this year. It was a purely erratic decision one find weekend evening that I decided to grab a drink or two. I went in, I felt the groove, I made friends, before I knew it I was dancing with strangers whom I had no clues about. The music, the lighting, the overwhelming crowd, the unusual attitude of the people it was all so fun and amusing. Then I kept coming back the next weeek, and the week afer that. And before I knew it I have always wanted to just come back. Although, it is the same people who come every weekend. Although, it is the same songs being played. Stilll, I want to go back. I am not quite sure if it started to become a routine as I am not a person who advocate routine.
Anway my March had been pretty much about going out and going out.