Mice at work

To all fans of political, socio-economics, be gone! Nothing in this post would interest you. Don't expect clever rhetorics or policy analysis! Expect the inane, the mundane, the miniscule, the picayune, the inferior rants of an overworked, underpaid intern. Here goes:

The day started with the same scratch on skin. Fingers first touched the crunk around my eyes, rubbing it semi-consciously, only stopping when the Gods of Vogue, Allure and Elle boom in my head: "Don't rub your eyes... dah.. ling.. it will cause crow's feet!"

Leather shoes made the same "clunk" as it met pavement, trudging itself grudgingly towards Raffles place. Toes stay quiet. Unmoving in leather. Waiting till evening comes.

Green and yellow heralds my reaching of my destination. A familiar instinct to run turn to a familiar taunt but never confused with a real threat.

Service with a smile. I look through my glass prison. I could run, but i wouldn't know where to. I could shout but i wouldn't know what to say. Glass remains.