Tis a boring entry.

I am tramautised.

I was on the way home yesterday after some drinks, when I saw a girl (ok, butch) lying in the middle of a 3-lane busy road, where cars were travelling at like 60 km/h. She was literally lying down in the middle of the lane, surrounded by friends. Cars were swerving (I may exaggerate a tad bit) to avoid banging (haha) into the bunch of them.
Although it was like 2am in the morning, there were quite a fair amount of cars.

I had almost wanted to stop, and get that bunch to drag that fallen bunch away because it was just so fucking dangerous.
I reckon she was drunk (or heartbroken) due to an earlier episode which involved another girl (like really a girl) lying at the entrance of a carpark. This butch was trying to get that girl to stand up and sober up and almost got into a fight with some others (butch too). They were yelling, and we were openly staring. I have no idea what transpired later to lead that butch to lie on the main road later (perhaps she wanted to die). But still it's like real dangerous.

As mentioned earlier, I had wanted to stop and just get them to sober up and drag her off pronto, because from what I see, they really ain't doing that and I have no idea why.

I mean, if I see a friend doing that, I would have screamed and kicked him/her off the road to the side asap regardless. So I have no idea what was stopping those girls.

Girls, if you can't drink.. just don't.
Or if you have freak habits like these, rolling on roads, don't drink! You become a road hazard, endangering the lives of others can.

Thank goodness I only fall into deep sleep when I drink too much.. And no, I would never sleep on a road, because it is too unglam lor. Even when I am dead drunk, I think I will find some place comfortable enough to sleep, and ROAD is NOT comfortable.

Trauma aside, yesterday was my very last day at work.
As I walk out of my office, I can't help that melancholy from overwhelming me.
I have afterall spent 1 year at this place. It's strange knowing that when I start work again next Tuesday, it would be at some place else. And I would have to adapt to a new environment, make new friends, wear new clothes (this part, I reckon is quite fun). It is hard to break that habit of the old work environment without proper rest.
Argh.
I should have gotten my leave approved, or at least rallied for a later start date.

GAH.

Anyhow.
I have decided to stop entertaining questions like, "how? are you excited about your new job" temporarily.
Because I am freaked out.
Totally.

I had dinner with a bunch of aunties yesterday.
The average age of those girls I had dinner with is 39. (Me, not inclusive). But they were noiser and rowdier than any other group of teenage girls.
It is fun having dinner outside of work, in a more relaxed setting.

I have this weird quirk (again), as much as they are much much older, and I spoke like perhaps less than 5 sentences during that dinner, I still pretty much enjoyed listening to their conversations and laughing at them. It's like picking up life's lesson through their conversations. It's like I still feel so junior amongst them, though we are all already out of the office.
And it is heartwarming how, despite my lack of contribution they are still including me in future gatherings, all because they want to know about my 1st month at work.
BUT, I've anticipated my response to them.
I think it would be a simple "ok lor"
Because I just cannot picture myself describing my frustrations, excitement, amusement etc to them. How could they understand?

Till then.
Imagine we had dinner from 7 till Swensen's close and they had to literally throw us out.

Hah.
Because I went home after work before heading out again, I took effort to dress up before heading out (because I had more time). This led them to conclude that I was heading out after dinner, because I was just all so dressed up. This is obviously untrue because when I honestly had no plans prior to heading out, thus I was in SHORTS (the long kind) lor. Still, I guess it's very different from how I look on weekdays. Because I simply can't wake up in time to dress up nicely and make up.

I am making a conscious note to dress up properly next Tuesday.
Yes, I am going to wake up at 6:30am just so I can look pretty enough for my first day at work.



Really.