sounds of familarity.
the clamour of vehicle engines roaring to life.
the churning of the garbage truck nearby.
the indie shoutings of 'hey-oh!'
the vibrates of the grass-cutting machines.
and, the birds chirping like fucken horny assholes.
then the silence.
blast some soft rock into my ears.
danced a little slow dance for myself.
havent been an early bird in ages.
thankful for the hang over that didnt come.
drank a little too much than intended last night.
so much better feeling, now that the drama-rama has died down.
the outside life look vanishes in the middle of the night.
my jacket pulled tight to cover those un-brassiered tits.
the fraying side of my top tied together to cover the big hole at the back.
shirt tucked in tight to keep my flesh from showing.
cigarette pack shouting manhood in my jeans.
wildness of hair disappeared in a pony tail.
the sex pot turns 'cinderella' with a curfew to follow.
oh no, i lack of the familiar hug from a friend.
tk, who's been through the most of my family ugly shit with me.
no no.
not the family ugly shit.
the adventures of the girl who doesnt like life mundane.
the wild-doings of this rebellious chick.
the pain in the family my mom longs to kick.
the heartache and disappointment of the kids my dad feels i am.
sigh.
how long more are you gonna keep me caged, my dear parents?
and what good will it do?
sooner or later you'll hafta...free the bird..
"more birds, more luck!" -sorry i just hafta do this. ha!!i'm not a child incapable of looking after myself.
i do take pride over my bit of smartness.
"ahem"
my friends aren't the evil lot,
nor are they way 'bad',
and we do take good care of each other well.
what are you so afraid that i might do out there?
or is it just your reputation at stake?
dont like the neighbours' wagging tongues that your daughter is a wild chick outside?
afraid your friends might see your daughter disgrace yourself in pubs?
what are your friends, if they're in your book of 'goodness', doing at that wee hour anyway?
a nightwalk? or sleepwalk perhaps?
or maybe you're afraid that i might lose myself.
get raped or robbed or killed.
this is singapore.
ok, not a strong statement enough.
this is not a hongkong tv serial.
alright, that was dumb.
thing is,
if i'm not out there,
i'll never know.
i'll never learn.
for i've never experienced.
and this life i'm leading,
it's mine.
i choose my path,
and i embrace even my mistakes, well.
what are you worrying about?
worry about your own lives that still lie ahead of you!
for i'm accountable for MY own life.
no, i will.
yes yes.
i'm talking back.
i've grown and i can fly now, you say.
no no.
not with you still stepping onto my tail.
how much further could i have flewn?
though i do not like to compare myself to the likes of birds.
did i mention how much i hate birds anyway?