He casts his gaze upon the grey asphalt. And mustering up a tangent effort, he shuffles along the pavement, taking a tinge of sharpness with every step. He arches his chin up, to realise he could find a compelling reason not to quicken his pace, the evening breeze threatening to break into a concerto of rain and thunder.

He sweeps his vision arcoss the urban landscape, and scrutinizes his surroundings, only to find it barren of any life, as befitting for that hour of the day, and almost immediately, fighting back a dormant urge to exclaim his displacement. In its place, he lets out a meek sigh as a fleeting moment of nostalgia slowly engulfs him.

Eventually, he painstakingly turns and lifts his feet out onto the street, albeit startled briefly, unconscious of the fact that his glasses had begun to fog up, as a thin stream of warmth trickles a temporary choreographed imprint down his already damped cheek.

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If it never ever gets this far, it wouldn't have started in the first place.

The lack of updates that is.

What truly iradicates my train of thoughts is the ambiguity of malicious comments and ideals, directed not to ourselves, but ultimately the big picture as a whole. Who am I kidding? I'm philosophical all of a sudden. But try being on the wrong end of the stick. All. The. Fucking. Time.

For a fraction of the shortest month of the year, it sure has been a long, insinuous trek along the highway of gloom. The whatnots and hasbeens at work, play and even during my occassional phase-outs.

I do have good news though. I am pleased to announce that I am finally released from the shit-hole I had the honour of hatching my butt for 8 hours daily for 3 years. You know, when you drag your butt off the bed every morning, usually ending up on the wrong side, pondering around your wardrobe, rushing for the bus, missing breakfast and engaging in ensuing moral combats? Now imagine the opposite. (though I reckon the part about dragging your butt off the bed every morning, ending up on the wrong side, pondering around your wardrobe, rushing for the bus, missing breakfast and engaging in ensuing moral combats probably won't change in the long run.)

Considering the fact that I may never have a chance to unleash my fury on the one responsible, I shall follow my previous stint and be cowardly and ball-less by painting my wrath on my virtual canvas (cue blog-whoring) :

Me : Here you go, Pompus Pimpled Penis-head. (throws envelope onto desk)

PPPH : Huh? What is this?

Me : What?! Dunno what it is open up and see la! You really Penis-head ah? Got only ONE eye cannot see? Pak jiao ah? Or only got eyes for chee bye???

PPPH : Excuse me?

Me : Oh sorry, was I being rude? I didn't realised I was until I called you a fucking ang dao lan jiao tao! *translate as "Red Bean Penis Head" Hey, It rhymed.*

PPPH : ?!?!

Me : What? Now become ay gao?! *translated as "dumb dog"* To be honest, I dunno what the fuck you do sitting in this dump you call an office! Either you sit there like sick perverted voyeur you are and bio all the fat bitches you hired or ask them to sit on your minute cock whilst you grab their fat pussies which in any case is anatomically impossible but because you are a penis head you'd probably get a hard on and that may allow you to stretch just enough for you to reach! Or better yet since you've got two TVs in your office, you could have played some bestial gay porn to get you started before you blow your thick yellow pus all over your fat saggy testicles!

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That would have been traumatising for the poor bastard.
Maybe I should put it like this.... :

Me : (knocks on door)

PPPH : Come in.

Me : Hi, I'm submitting this.

PPPH : (cue sarcastic snicker)
PPPH : You're leaving? Hmm...I wonder why.

Me : Oh. No reason. I'm just thinking this is the right time for me to go.

PPPH : Ooooh Kaaay. You wanna take a seat?

Me : Oh its alright. I need to finish my stuff if you don't mind.

PPPH : Okay. (raises brow until can catch housefly with his wrinkles) Maybe we'll talk again before you leave.

Me : Yeah. Errmm...Sure.

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Hmm. There. More civilized alternative. I AM actually more looking forward to moving my stuff home. In cardboard boxes. With stacks of free printing paper. And free stationery. And (of course) free farewell luncheons. Ha.