j a n e t

working tomorrow. found out the name of the hotel is Grand Hyatt Hotel.
black shoes, black socks, makeup.
sigh.
i hope i get a good pay! + tipSSSSSSS

the talking bird died today.
so no more singing with you
no more 'luc-kkkkkky's
no more mock-rooster screechings in the unearthly hours
no more fake coughs
no more laughter
and the cheery hellos
no more midnight-i-thought-there-was-a-man-in-the-kitchen-!
no more whistles as the delivery man comes by in his delivery truck
no more of lucky the jealous dog jumping to reach your cage

now you're set free from your cage
finally you touch the earth
as my father digs a hole
to bury you in
you never had the chance to fly
coz your wings were cut
when you were caught captive
you became a slave
you were never loved
your flying friends come by on the window sill
mocking at you
you were never touched
that sharp beaks of yours
they frighten everybody
sorry bird sorry
fly now
fly now
fly high up
into heaven's gates

RIP
bio (-- to 2nd Apr 2007)