ALCOHOL DEPENDANT SOCIAL LIFE.
It's 2:05am. As usual, I'm sat here again typing up blogs that showcase the highlight of my week; or life, per se. Makes me think. Blogging usually take up a good portion of the time between when I'm getting ready for bed and when I'm in bed. Which is a time frame of a few hours. Not normal. Nothing really comes to mind to come across as really interesting except that I woke (correction: did not sleep) up early this morning and went for a nice good ol' fashioned breakfast; which sadly did not include any bacons and eggs as pre-planned. OK. So nothing really interesting happened to me today. I even watched like a quarter of Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind; right before I fell asleep. Not that the movie wasn't any good or hopelessly boring... I'm just not the biggest Kate Winslet fan. Only Kirsten Dunst in her underwear kept me briefly awake. But it was probably because I was overly tired from the night before. So I'm sat here listening to Oasis (which is great cos their music is just depressing enough and interestingly catchy) and I'm thinking... today was rather bland as days go, but in no way was it uneventful. It was a day that was different in many ways. Yes, I suppose the word different describes it best. It started unordinarily, mainly because there was no end to the day before but an actual continuity to the day itself. Much like a CD on repeat. OK so I got changed at 6am... well 6-ish. Then went to Ian's to pick him up for breakfast (something I rarely do) and then actually drove around in brilliant twilight of the morning (I know it's daybreak but I really really like the word, or the sound of it perhaps.) and ended up having the rather traditional Malaysian breakfast: Nasi Lemak. Then Theo arrived and had McDonald's breakfast. Cue intense feelings of envy and self-blame. McDonald's opens at 8am not 9am??? What gives? Who made the rules? Fuck Fuck Fuck. I could've had Big Breakfast. Then it was off to Ian's place to hang till about 11. Read 1 and a 1/2 issues of a terribly slow paced Spiderman comics (well it could've arguably been my waning mental stability), then it was off to draw my rubbish rendition of what was supposed to be comic genius. Mucked around, watched like the first 15 minutes of Sin City (which was rather excellent), drove back after 2-3 circles around Bangsar to buy some time. Reached home; started Eternal Sunshine... and went to sleep. Woke up in the evening dazed maybe, confused not quite. Then had the sudden urge to do homework till about 9pm. Had dinner with Denny, who abruptly came by. Followed by a night of watching monday night sitcoms on Star World. Then this. Like I said, slow paced variation to the normal life of sleep and The O.C.. But then if this isn't the interesting lifestyle of the week then why is it on the blog? Granted that it is a rather different one? Or is it a prelude to the story that I went to a party last Saturday; got fed to the brim with classy finger food, got drunk(ish), met up with an old crush and achieved social nirvana? Sounds very Clarkson. I kinda like it.

REGULAR WEEKLY NEWS WILL RESUME SHORTLY AFTER THIS BLOG.

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