Why?

There are some things in life that come easily to me, like pooping and being anti-social. I sulk really well too. Yet despite my multitude of talents, I have problems filing my taxes. I’m also really bad at paying money. So basically I don’t think I was born to pay taxes. I still do not understand why I am always put in a position I have no choice in, like why my university forced me to take science modules when I am an arts student, why the world doesn’t operate at night when everyone looked better, and why do I have to pay taxes when I am so poor already. Why. Why can’t we all just get along doing what we like?

The gospel according to MOTHER, the answer to all my questions is that I’m being spoilt and illogical and I should never wear the pants I sleep in to the market down the road. Her answers are always so wrong that I can never argue with her. Again, why is that? So here I am, stuck with taxes I don’t know how to file and a mother whom I can’t argue with. (She should go and join the Singapore government really, with their powers combined, they would be invincible!)

Here is a plea from me to the IRAS, can I skip filing taxes? I don’t know how. Plus I am really bad at paying money because I don’t have much of it. But I do promise not to earn too much money and to regularly give to the poor. I also contribute to the government via parking fines. I seem to be talented at being fined for parking in the wrong places. That should suffice isn’t it? I shall go poop now.

~ by seow on March 15, 2009.