Entry: (i think i shall post on monthly basis) Thursday, November 04, 2010

I can't seem to find the urge to write anymore.
Here, have a poem.

My Favourites.

my favourite flavour,
is my favourite colour,
sometimes a flower,
at odd hours.

my favourite weather,
is not the fairer,
i like the cold rather,
though it doesnt make you better.

my favourite person,
now have elsewhere to turn,
while my heart burns,
and my eye tears,
i remember the years,
i remember her cheers.

Last week, there were 2 people in my department, now, there is only one, me. You would think the title as sexy as "Financial Engineer" would make people keep the job but turns out money still wins. I spend the first night after she left in tears. Blame me for being a girl, but when all you do in the office is talk to one of the best people you would ever meet in your life, you really miss them when they're gone.


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