The day took a bizzare turn since the evening.
First was the boring (yes, but probably only applicable to myself since i’m not part of the group in the first place) dinner at Peperoni and ice-cream at Ice-creamery. Then was the late night search, then $12 cab ride (yeah so what if i’m broke and taking cab is such a pain now), then fighting, then another $12 cab ride, then shuttle around in friend’s jazz, then cycle 7km home (alright i’m cool with this trip since it doesn’t involve money).
All in all, i’m still very hungry since i didn’t had my fill during dinner, and very sleepy because i have not slept since waking up at 9am yestermorning.
To end off the long day, i swear that if i were to be a minister, i would push for specialized bicycle lanes at parliament meeting. !)(#*%#)@%&)@*%, it’s a miracle i made it back alive. But not that anyone cares in the first place.
Reminder to self: drop Rick a message to thank him for loaning the car. This is the truest friend i ever gotten. He’s so sincere that he actually took time to talk for half an hour outside his gate after i return the car, at the early hours.
Hell man, if it weren’t for the assignment deadlines and piled up work and now, the mess to be sorted out at home and outside, i would pop a bottle of wine (told you i’m broke) and get drunk. Then fall asleep.
Haven’t sleep, and 8 more hours to pre-interview test.
Screw me.
And screw you. I don’t really like you. And you. And you. And you.
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