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It is a rainy morning.

I am still up doing some work.

Much to complete before.. the week ends prematurely for me.

It was a nice, cosy night out. My intuition served me right and I just had to stay out to stay sane. Over countless teh-o-pengs and a milo-peng.

Some insane person came all the way down, and feigns(cough cough) sickness so work is out for the day.

I mean, reaching home at 8 plus drenched by the rain, when you start work at 8 plus is not funny.

So I stayed sane.

I stayed detached.

Nagging feeling doesn’t go.

Don’t life’s greatest ironies just seem brutally, hilariously, cruelly, sad?

They do, to me.

Glaringly so. In ways you guys will never understand.

I met up with a stranger today. No, last night, I mean. Not entirely but our paths might have crossed twice very long ago.

Very, very long ago. I do have vague impression of him… from 11 years ago.

And then, we drifted on. And then, hereforth, we drift on.