F87k Beijing
I’m not depressed. What I am suffering from is severe demotivation at work. It is nobody’s fault. The mess I am in is a result of a series of management decision that looked good on paper but worked out real lousy in real life. So I am not blaming my bosses or colleagues.
Somebody told me to eat my own dogfood and stop blogging negative shite. What I need to do, is write happier stuff and I’ll feel much happier in addition to making you all feel good.

So last night after a 14 hour day, I went with a friend to shadier parts of Chinatown and had Beijing food. The shop was a very 70s retro looking chinese feel. The xiao long pau wasn’t very good. But she liked it alot. I have decided that I absolutely detest Beijing food. F87k Beijing. All hail Bangkok.
After dinner, we took another path back to the car and cut across Duxton road which I have never seen at night. Amazing - row upon row of sleazy bars side-by-side modern chic cafes as far as the eye could see.
I wanted to stop and have a drink, but her balls were popping out from her sockets because there were many women frolicking with men outside the pubs in an indecent manner. And these women were not local women if you catch my drift.
After that then we headed to a pub where we had whiskeys, beer and onion rings. She said a lot of stuff to me but nothing actually registered on my brain. I had too much on my mind. I guess I’m an asshole like that sometimes.
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