Taxman

So cold

The ice around my heart is melting

So old

Inside that office it’s sweltering

Walking down Market Street thinking about people

And life and stuff

Like I always do

You should know me by know

If you don’t know me by now

You will never ever know me

But get to know me

Well not really

People in heat probably crave cold

And the people in cold always crave heat

People who can’t walk crave new feet

And people who can’t talk...

*sigh*

Miss you Pua

The years flown by

6 months without you

And a whole year without Khalloo

Although I don’t really remember him

But still, it hurts

Truth hurts

Haters hurt

Ah they ain't haters

They just don't like you

I ain’t talking about me

We argued about whether ain’t is or isn’t a word

“Ain’t ain’t a word!”

Yeah it is though

It’s a colloquialism

Get over it

Goddammit

I ain’t a normal Asian girl

She ain’t a normal black girl

Which I think is kind of why we click

I like this life

I’ll like the next one more

Will I? Won’t I?

Insha’Allah

Ha Taxman paid me my money back

Money he stole from me in the first place

Twat

Wires sticking out my poor laptop

Time to take you to the hospital methinks

“How’s Annam?”

“We don’t speak no more.”

*shocked face*

“...but you two were so close!”

Ha, so GLAD this year is nearly over!