If you bother, read on.

I can’t seem to fall asleep after Sahur even though I love sleep very much.

So let me get to my true intention of typing this entry. I am not aware of the people who might often patronize this blog: Family members, friends (close or not), ex classmates, schoolmates, the regular bloghoppers, teachers and facilitators who know of this blog or anyone who might chance upon this.

But that is not a problem so anyway,

To whom it may concern:

I have never discussed this evidently before. Hence for once and for all, I shall make this clear.

I understand many friends have been or are still “concerned” of my situation with freedom. Freedom from parents. Freedom to roam around till late. Freedom to mix around. Freedom with this. Freedom with that. Freedom with almost anything and every thing.

Because I know where I stand in this state of affair and you do not have to remind me.

Firstly, I would like to post a question. : If you are my friend at all, would you have questioned this and disrespect the way my parents brought me up?

What I learnt, I am going to put it to good use and craft an analogy to prove my point.

Parents pass down their genetic information to their offspring. The gamete, by the end of the cell division process would have contained both the MOTHER and the FATHER’s information. Hence creating diversity in the genetic information. That is why every individual is different. They have extremely different genetic coding in their DNA, maybe similar to immediate family members but totally poles apart otherwise.

That clearly explains why I am me and you are you. I am no clone of you. You are nothing like me.

Do you expect me to disregard the person who went through hours of labour, kept me for 9 months in her stomach, go through excruciating pain of giving birth and a second person who kept me alive for years just by putting food on the table and providing me with shelter?

I cannot shut other’s mouths. Like a cricket kept too tightly in a box? Like a bird prisoned in a cage? Like a dog leashed to the gates? What?

I am eighteen already. 2 years more to go before I will no longer be a teen. That is why I have reflected upon myself, the way my life has been and the way I shall live. So thank you very much for putting in great concern for me. But I am able to set my own beliefs, thinking and decisions, regardless of what you people have spoken of behind my back, in my face or in any other means.

I have mentioned countless times of my personal view between friends and families. I have never really explained into detail and I suppose that might be a great mistake on my part.

Your priorities and mine are different.

Therefore if you tell your mum (if you tell her at all), that you will be back at a certain time. Take 11pm or 12pm or don’t go home at all for instance. Then you will. You do as you wish won’t you?

So if I tell my mum that I’ll be back by 6pm sharp. Then I WILL. Again, I am aware of who and what I might affect.

If I can’t be back home late, do I pull you along and say “EH SINCE I CANNOT GO HOME LATE, YOU ALSO CANNOT LA! WHERE GOT FAIR SIA LIDDAT?!”

Have I?

HAVE I EVER?

And again, that may just be the huge difference between me and you.

You heard but you don’t listen.
I heard. I listened.

Big difference there.

Why wouldn’t I? The times I got into trouble when I was young, even now, they might not be relevant in the picture...

But they spoke up for me. Defended me. Took care of me. Fed me. Things they don't have to do.

Do your family, big or small, do the same for you?

You have no idea the number of times they've jumped in front of a bullet shot for me.

I know what is more important. I know who took me out from deep water all these while. I know who have been there. And who didn't.

So give me one good reason why I should bask into your life, do what you expect me to do, follow on blindly, STUPIDLY.

Therefore, back off.

So that’s it. Thank you for reading.