days of being wild.
Random conversation with the taxi driver:
TD: 你刚下班是吗?
Me: 没有啦, 和朋友出门
TD: 去喝酒啊?
Me: 没有啦, 只是去吃点东西…
TD: 哦… 那里很多pub, 也有很多鸭店
Me: (苦笑) 哈哈, 是吗?
TD: 对咯, 二楼很多, 我听说的.
M : 我不知道啦, 又没有去过…
TD: 对对, 很多鸭店, 不是鸡, 是鸭!
Woah, really ganga until…
Anyway, I was gonna wait for the Night Rider, but fucking hell, the bus didn’t come even after more than an hour (I waited from 3.30 to 4.30, last bus is supposed to come at 4.10, and the buses are supposed to come in intervals of 32-33 minutes, according to the schedule), so I just gave up and took the cab instead. Tmd.
In spite of that, still had a very enjoyable evening with J, R and TH. I don’t ever learn my lesson - each time I swear I will never stuff myself in such an unbecoming manner again, I forget in a matter of days and end up making myself miserable by stuffing myself to the fucking hilt. Srsly, steamboat (eat all you can) plus noodles and dessert at HK Cafe after = surest way to die a horrible death. The colonic irrigation Eddy Monsoon swears by sounds like a rather healthful option at the moment.
I should head for bed. Am in much want of a haircut. Zzz.
