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TGIF bandwagon...

How fortunate I am to end  my week hustling with the most toxic family member (over-the-phone) of one patient from the other side of the Kingdom! 

He won't let me finish with my explanation, instead, he sounded like a dragon spitting fire in my ear!  I guess I was yelling on top of my lungs that I disturbed the whole Clinic... my bad.

I hate Fridays!!! 
Here I go again with my never ending story of I hate Fridays!

Ahh, don't you just wish you were in the Philippines right now???

Yes!

Back in the Philippines when Friday hits, I was always in the front row of the bandwagon called TGIF... much more it's first Friday!  Most Filipinos observe the first Friday of the month-- hearing mass, I don't or I did not.  My bad.  Maybe because I was schooled too much with nuns and priests shattered in the four corners of my nook. 

My Fridays back then were made, above all, for myself or what I called my "self-awareness" thing--- either, with myself and I, or me and my friends... I was away too much, it was weird for my family to see me around.

Now, I hate Fridays.  No TGIF.  I hang around with myself. LOL.
G.

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