The Misadventures of Udon Girl

People come and go.

And it makes me very, very sad, just to think that i won't be able to hear his skanky snort sweet giggles and his sarcasm cheerfulness.

Unlike many, many others, he is the only person who shares his food willingly to me when i have nothing then scorns me by all means on how i'm such a thick-faced glutton. He is indeed, a noble man whom i look up to the most.

My heart is painful now, so before i leave the office, i would like to write a poem tribute to him.

"Sir Ariel, Sir Ariel, Oh Sir Ariel,
Even though you're a direct descendant of Ampatuans, I still ain't scared!
You are magnanimous to everyone, even to your enemies
That's why i believe that you won't massacre us in the office!

Sir Ariel, Sir Ariel, Oh Sir Ariel,
We will miss you and your foods, so very, very much!
Your jokes were so funny, your laughter was so kinky.
Oh Sir Ariel, we will miss you so very, very much!"

With love,
Udon Girl