This summer I met some girls at a gig in London. (Yes, at a gig).
I told them that they did not know how lucky they were to be Londoners. They told me I didn't know how lucky I was to be able to get whatever I want.
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
I'd give anything (not anyone), to be able to have thier freedom. At the end of the day; material possesions are just material possesions, whereas freedom is priceless.
I had arguably the best night of my life at that gig. They get to do that every weekend.
I'd love to walk out of my house dressed however the hell I feel like. I can't do that here in Riyadh, can I?
I find it sick that females are required to dress in head to toe black, and men in white. Go to a shopping mall, for instance, and take a look at how people are dressed. Isn't it messed up, to put it politely?
Also, I am sick of not being allowed to laugh out loud in public. It is not rude, people. Get over yourselves.
I am sick of not having a decent music store or bookstore that is a short drive away.
I am sick of males staring at my chest, and while we're on the subject; if you want to jerk off, get your self a TV and watch some LBC, damn it. It is seriously disturbing that anything in a Abaya gives you a boner. (Please excuse my French)
I am sick of having nothing to do all the time. This can't be healthy!
I am sick of having to be paranoid on the rare occasions that I do leave the house. I'm always on the lookout for Muttawas, or some drunk perverts who are planning on assauliting me, like in the Nahdha video. Those images have mentally scarred me. I'm not even exaggerating!
I'm absolutely sick of this Godforsaken town. We're stuck in the year 1804.
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I have had it up to my eyeballs with this bull shit! I am starting a revolution. Who's with me?
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
*All lyrics taken from Jesus Of Suburbia, by Greenday.