When I'm with You

Bound To You

Clown

Warrior

Like A Fool

All Of Me

This fascinates me...
 
Women buying books that TEACHES them to be happy,
Ones that guarantee conversion into the kind she is "designed" to be,
You know, the sort that can arouse men by being adorable when actually angry?
 
So my mind wonders, thunders, then just went into a blunder...
 
Is this social engineering by alleged illuminati from Disney?
Walt Di with his subliminal sexual imagery and occult symbology?
Creating the addiction for all things 'cupid'-heavenly,
To forever reap from my sisterhood's vulnerability?
 
If not, pray thee, declare to me...
 
What forces rally my 4yrs old sister to blister,
Mustering her allowances so love can fester,
Through bought lunches for the classroom's jester,
For the one fine day a pucker will come from that pester?
 
So today, at this spot where this stage embrace me,
Where their words move me and your eyes kiss me,
I plea for my sisters to see:
 
What a concocted conundrum the concept of CELESTIAL LOVE is,
To dignify desires, dependency, desoluteness,
The diminishing grasp and whim of its deliberateness,
 
When those books say 'tis the woman that's responsible for the change in a man's devotion,
I say, "BITE ME" coz all that commotion is merely a demotion!
 
Some dictated a true woman to have:
"Delightful little voice, gayest little laugh, the pleasantest twinkle in her eyes, mesmerising girlish moves"
While some defined their ideal with:
"Feisty soulful voice, wild rapturous laughs, captivating wit, and enchanting sensual grooves"
 
Which then, is the truth?
 
I SAY,
I SAY,
I say a girl can move like the stubborn grass,
I say a woman can tread like the timid gazelle if she wants to,
I say a lady can be the destructive tiger that floats against the naked wind,
I say, as I am, the ideal woman should be free to be...
The woman who burps louder
-- than a Harley, a Concorde and our aged 'Keretapi' could endeavour,
The woman that can make brain chowder
-- out of what Edison, Ibnu Sina and Einstein would devour,
The woman that spits sexier
-- than Kate Hudson, Penelope Cruz and Saloma put together,
 
No book or man should make calculus out of our dignity,
To be deserved or desired shouldn't be a measure of a woman's feasibility,
Approach my sisterhood with glass, Sir and you will feel the blood of your own tragedy,
 
And to my sisters, I say this:
Satiate your sanity!
SABOTAGE the sacchariferous sachel of sacrilegious sanctums that women should seek to be a saga of saintliness and salivated sexual swallows!!
SABOTAGE the sacchariferous sachel of sacrilegious sanctums that women should seek to be a saga of saintliness and salivated sexual swallows... I say,
SABOTAGE this and SATIATE YOUR SANITY!

SISTERS

Performed "Glitter in the Air", together with Pianist Sunny Choi, at a charity gig while promoting 'Do Something Good' -- an online volunteering platform for Malaysia.

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