Bad hair life

I am beginning to feel the full repercussions of having rebonded my hair.
Now that it is starting to grow out, it looks awful.
The top is all curly and wild and the bottom is straight and can be mistaken for a broom stick at the best of times.

I look like a member of a bad 80s rock band, when perming the mullet was all the rage.

But after 3 years of straight hair, that notion has lost its lustre (pun fully intended)

I am just going to hide under a rock for a while until my hair grows to a decent length where I can cut of the straight bits and have cool short, curly hair.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Just Once

Just once

It would be great if someone was waiting for me.

Looking out for me in the mindless throng that exits the train station
with anticipation and the slight look of desperation.

His eyes lighting up when he catches mine.

A wave, a smile, a hand reaching out to clasp mine
as soon as it comes within reach.

Raising it to his lips to greet with a warm kiss.

Goodbye Mr Jeyaratnam

Joshua Benjamin Jeyaratnam 1926 - 2008

You were always to be a relic of the past
Me, who was born deeply entrenched in the PAP way of life
Me, who never had to fight for a thing
Who did not know about the battles our fathers had to fight

You were also sometimes an embarassment
When I saw you hawking the Hammer on the streets
The embarassment an Indian woman feels
when she sees an Indian man belittled and mocked

You were loud, you ranted, you made yourself heard
When they were so many who did not want to hear you
You beleived in your ideals and you didn't care who knew it
You tries so hard to make us beleive it too

I recently heard someone say
Money can't buy taste class or character
Mr Jeyaratnam, you had all three
Whether on the streets or in parliament house

You will be missed
Even by those who didn't know you
Even by the likes of me