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Monday, October 6, 2008
WTF?

WTF?

The day had started out bad enough. It was a monday morning and my direct colleague in my team had called for an urgent half day off. I had discovered that work due to me last week had not yet been submitted and when I marched right up to my debtor's cubicle demanding payment, an array of excuses sat there waiting for me. I was so close to spilling blood over the choking baboon's desk and hang a pig's head on his chair.

I restrained myself from throwing my Hard Gay figurine (Note: It is very hard) at him and went back to my seat after reaching an agreement for my dues. That was when I heard excited shouts of "Asra! Asra!" coming from the direction of the office entrance. I turned around in time to see a 12 year old boy with gawd awful waist length hair running through the doorway, his hands clasping a bunch of the mane at each side, reminiscent of a Chinese farmer girl from the country side. "My Wig! It's here!" exclaimed the juvenile with an exuberant twinkle in his eyes.

It took me a while to process all the information from the sudden twist of events. Who the fuck is this? Wig? Here?

I had a vague recollection of a complaint about a wig not delivered somewhere at the back of my brain, so I took a closer look at the boy's face and that was when it suddenly dawned upon me that this tranny in the making was in fact my good friend... Iris.

The sombre silence of a Monday morning in the office was shattered by my howls of laughter, accompanied by a couple of other colleagues. I wished I could have screen shotted her storming through the door holding her pigtails in glee. It was damn epic.

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asra. shameless. introvert.
忧秀. 18. abnormal. fb.
don't give face. whacked.
biiiiitch. friendster. yakuza.
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~sharp nose
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