Monkey see monkey do (updated)

In front of mirror

confronted by my reflection

hands reaching to pull

silver strands among black.

For some reason, this note was not included was i used the post by email feature. Hmph:

When I was a uni student, my housemate and I used to sit on the living room floor, and we used to pick out the grey hairs on each other’s heads, like monkeys picking out lice. And I am reminded of that time now when I see grey hairs, and the longing to pull them out sets in.

No Escape

Death and taxes:

enough to handle your own,

but I, four times yet.


Tax filing time again. I dread this – not just for myself, but for the fact that I have to assist in filing 3 other individuals’ returns: the bro’s, grandma’s (cos she has rent from her house), mom, and me. And in SG, it’s all e-filing, which means you hope that the system captures your stuff before it hangs/times out/ etc. And I do it, ‘cos of the limitations (physical and technical) of all the other taxpayers here. 3 down, 1 to go.

I’m an angel, aren’t I o:-)

Filthy.

Does it hurt when I turn
the knife deep into you
like your stabs in my back
Can I enjoy your whines
on how indifferent
I am to your presence

I want to watch you gorge
and choke on your ill words
become sick with envy
Now that you have seen how
I have moved past the filth
that you are and remain