As the smooth liquor left my lips and flowed straight down my throat unabated, my ears started ringing, and the whole world lifted off and floated about me, my vision seeming to lose focus slightly; I guess that's what being intoxicated, being on a high, is.

Haha. I've never tried knocking myself out before; it's an interesting sensation.

No wonder people drink to drown their sorrows--as the world hovered about with a slight hint of unsteadiness around me, everything left my mind for a little while, as a mild euphoria kicked in.

And I wasn't even anywhere near being drunk yet.

I wonder what it'll be like when you're drunk.

Alarmed? Don't be; it was just alcoholic fruit juice, with a little more alcohol than fruit juices should have at 4.9%; but gulp half a litre of it at a go, and see what it does to you. Ha.

People really aren't very different; no matter where they are, what they do, there are still many common experiences we can all identify with, as much as how we may lament our miserable conditions and lives, as much as how we may think we're the only ones in misery.

It was interesting to overhear, on the MRT last night, two ladies talking about weekends, about how Friday nights are the most enjoyable, and Sundays the most stressful days of the week with the entire week looming ahead on their minds.

It sure struck a chord within me, with what I wrote a few weeks (or months?) back about Fridays.

It's interesting, how similar we all really are, as much as we want to, try to, and do, believe not.