ORD LOH!

This post was supposed to sound pyschotically chirpy, now that I have my freedom and pink IC returned rightfully to me. Yes, I am glad the treachery that was National Slavery is over, and that I will never have to hear another grunt about this organisation's incompetence. But I feel strangely numb, or perhaps just void.

I supposed I will miss everything, and by everything I mean the people I've met.
Because if it wasn't for them, this wretched thing they call loneliness would have been harder to fight.


Those punishing hours spent together were easier to get by, the rants we share and hear were easier to bear. Who can forget those nights we talked deep into, and then tip-toeing into the toilet to scare the hell out of Patrick?

The laughters that once filled the corridor now echo with emptiness.

So now we move on with our lives, and to remember that promise of meeting up the first Sunday of every month.


And the rest of my stuff I packed them neatly into the corner of my cupboard.