Oh my God. It’s just 4:30am and I’m already wide awake. It seems that even with getting plastered I’m such a failure. Maybe it’s the stress, or probably the inescapable feeling that I’ll be spending the next four Saturdays in the office. Shit. Maybe a cup of coffee would...

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Feeling the cold air brush against my face as I open the door of the pub. I can almost feel the dirt of daily life being washed away. As if rain is falling freely over me and and I am being washed from all the dirt, anxieties, and concern....

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Almost two weeks have passed by since my encounter with that Japanese girl, I wonder which department it is that she belongs to. Somehow the thought of bumping into her again liberates me from the prison-like feeling of my cubicle. I’ve just finished my documentation of the last HRMS...

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Ten minutes more… it’s only my third day with this IT company and I’m going to be late for the third time. So careless… so stupid. I can’t help but keep tapping my foot in eagerness against the decorated floor of the lift. “Why can’t they have set-up the...

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It was Jason’s (MEN Writer) last day, and apparently that’s a perfect excuse to have an entoxicatingly enjoyable night down at Movida, St. James. A night of great music, good booze, interesting people, and probably a night for some of us to ‘get lucky’… *wink*

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