i’ve never really known any other circumstances where i inhabit this world without the existence of curfews. it really is quite unimaginable. it might be extreme or whatsoever since im like what, 2 decades or smth, but i still orbit in this strange protected world (created by mister alwi) where curfew is very much the core of discipline, or so my parents thought.
i dont blame them, some of the time at least. i mean, just check out how the children are carrying themselves. its pretty scary. religion is obviously the last thing these kids think about, what with their clubbing & drinking like nobody’s business. even morals are oh-so-very-slowly eroding. in a rather torturous way, i am save from all that since all i do nowadays is just laze around at home and there really isnt any ”influence” to erode my morals/beliefs.
curfew is good. but c’mon, can i just come a lil teeny weeny later than the usual 8-ish? yes, daddy, i know there are bad people outside and yes, mummy, i do remember to pray (most of the time at least). i am generally a pretty good girl, no? i am now sending you, my very darling parents, a strong telepathy to let me go (not literally of course, i cant afford rent and those shit just yet) a little bit, i promise i will always come back home. where else can i get clean panties, right?