The TGIF gang.

China One.

My TGIF to celebrate the passing of my driving test! (There’s always a reason to celebrate. Last few weeks was to celebrate me regaining single hood even though it’s already been months, and then weeks before was prolonged birthday celebrations.)

YES I MADE IT.
I AM NOW A LICENSED DRIVER!!
Oh my I’m so excited.

I swear I’ve never been more happy. I am definitely happier than when I got my diploma, happier than when I bought those bags, and I imagine happier than if I ever get a degree.

So effing happy and touched!
I swear I teared up when the tester gave me the “passed” test slip because I’m 100% sure that I failed.

Who would pass someone who went against the traffic flow and strike kerb?

Speaking of which, whenever I tell this to anyone, they’re always like “how short were your skirt?!”
Or like
“Were your hands doing something illegal?”
“How low cut were you wearing?!”

Fkkkkk. Eh. I was in my work dress which was not revealing at all I swear.
I am just a very good driver other than going against direction & striking kerb.

:D

Mad happy. It’s a happy weekend.

Me hitting a new low at 12 midnight yesterday outside St James.
That was post coffee, pre drinks.

But I made it through. I always do.
There’s always a new high to every new low.

Dinner with Lewis.
And him trying to show me that he doesn’t have any double chins.

And then telling me all the way through the stupid jam that I’ve gained weight & that I look like I’m from china.
MADDDDD.

And that somebody had incept the idea that I’m hot which is wrong.

MADDDDD.

Friday, you can kiss my ass.

Oh I’m so tired even though it’s Friday already.
But I’m still wishing it’s not Friday yet because I have so much work not yet done and when I’m back on Tuesday, it’ll be action time already.

And you know what I hate most about weekend and work entertainment? The food. Man, diet plan screwed because not eating during such times is socially not acceptable.
Pffft.

*please don’t let the hotel in BKK be haunted*

I AM DEAD BEAT.

But yet, I’m still, as patiently as ever, doing my routine. From head to toe. Oh I’m proud.

5am in the morning, conversation got boring. So I’m going to bed soon.

Tomorrow, chores. Errands. Ugh. I don’t like.

Number one TO-DO LIST, BLOODY LOSE WEIGHT.
Being high on alcohol doesn’t make me feel better about my answer on the weighing machine.
I feel like a fat shit. I swear I’m gonna lose weight like nobody’s business.

Flow of thoughts after knowing that I need to work this Saturday:

DENIAL
“Nope I think the case will be canceled & I don’t have to work / it’s just a joke / it’s not true / somebody else will replace me / patient will cancel op because patient wouldn’t wanna do the op on a Saturday because patient wants a TGIF thus I won’t need to work / doctor will cancel op because doctor wants a TGIF thus I won’t need to work …”

GRIEF
“fuck my life / I don’t wanna live anymore / I can’t believe I have to work on Saturday / my life is cursed / my life sucks / the world is unfair …”

ACCEPTANCE
“I BLOODY HOPE THE ENTIRE WORLD WILL NEED TO WORK THIS SATURDAY.”

So it’s a black Friday today.
And I’m spend my Friday night on my bed singing lullaby coaxing myself to bed at 10 so I can wake up on time tomorrow.

Soooo…
I’m stuck at home waiting for sad working people to finish their work so I can finally get a drink for my TGIF.

Pfffft. I’m getting sleepy & attacked by stupid itchy rashes again.
Must be the kimchi pancake.
Mmmm.

Have a good Friday people!

Sad thing today though.
My graft case failed.
Damn. It’s the second time & I’m totally devastated.
Seriously, damn it :(

BUT. Weekend’s here so, lets forget it! Everything will come back together on Monday :)