The Long and Short of It
Is that the oppression of today?
The cake on my face - my oppression
The sparkling smile - my oppression
Am I really that fake?
Do I feel such because I am depressed?
Or simply because I am woMan?
I have been branded "Oppressed".
Flashback to a time when they said I was "too skinny".
"Your uniform seems a little tight now".
Question: To slim down or not to?
Emaciated images reduce me
To plain jane mangled mess.
Just be yourself? Bull.
Who the hell am I?
Staring out of the window
Chanced upon a couple quarreling in the next block.
Then suddenly, she spun around
"What do you think you're looking at" slapped me in the face.
Woke up in cold sweat wondering
If HE was watching me then
I was paranoid.
Dawned on me then
Perhaps I was HE
Maybe I was...BIG BROTHER.
Then I cried.
For the past few nights I cried.
What is happening to me?
I'm turning into what I've feared most.
I'm becoming...sheep.
Baa...Baa...
Somebody please help me!
I don't want to conform!
Help...please help me...
I want to rage.
But can I?
Should I?
Do I have the strength to?
Help me...please.
Who am I?
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Monday, February 10, 2003
4th February 2003, Tuesday, Zurich, Switzerland
Is there such a term as "snowing cats and dogs"? Or is "cat's and dogs" a gloom term used purely for rain, and the sadness that it brings? If the latter is true, then I guess it would just be snowing "heavily" outside right now.
It was just a visible amount of specks earlier, but while having my spaghetti bolognese at the Letzileu, the sprinkle turned into a torrential rain of cotton balls. Though the term "torrential" brings to mind soggy socks, drenched everything, thereby making you stay in just to avoid the cold and such, the same term, when used to describe rain, brings to mind a beautiful scene...a scene which makes one want to rush straight out into the open just to lap up the romance and feel that snow's supposed to bring.
Then again, why am I all holed-up in my hotel room at the Intercontinental writing this piece? Could it be because of my throbbing head that my lack of enthusiasm stems from? Or could it just be that the snow, in all its wonder, brings me back to a time when I still believed in romance and love?
*The snow seems to be much heavier now...is it mocking me?
I don't want to feel sad at the sight of snow...
If rain means that the heavens are tearing, then could snow come from the tears of the people up there, which have been frozen by the the non-existent emotions of the jaded?
*The winds are getting stronger.
If so, is there hope for people like me? Are we doomed to be stuck forever in such emotion-less purgatory?
A bird just flew by. It looks so free, even when going against the wind.
Why do I feel so trapped by the snow? What if I never find a way out? I'm watching Elizabeth Taylor on Larry King Life. How sad is that.
Is there such a term as "snowing cats and dogs"? Or is "cat's and dogs" a gloom term used purely for rain, and the sadness that it brings? If the latter is true, then I guess it would just be snowing "heavily" outside right now.
It was just a visible amount of specks earlier, but while having my spaghetti bolognese at the Letzileu, the sprinkle turned into a torrential rain of cotton balls. Though the term "torrential" brings to mind soggy socks, drenched everything, thereby making you stay in just to avoid the cold and such, the same term, when used to describe rain, brings to mind a beautiful scene...a scene which makes one want to rush straight out into the open just to lap up the romance and feel that snow's supposed to bring.
Then again, why am I all holed-up in my hotel room at the Intercontinental writing this piece? Could it be because of my throbbing head that my lack of enthusiasm stems from? Or could it just be that the snow, in all its wonder, brings me back to a time when I still believed in romance and love?
*The snow seems to be much heavier now...is it mocking me?
I don't want to feel sad at the sight of snow...
If rain means that the heavens are tearing, then could snow come from the tears of the people up there, which have been frozen by the the non-existent emotions of the jaded?
*The winds are getting stronger.
If so, is there hope for people like me? Are we doomed to be stuck forever in such emotion-less purgatory?
A bird just flew by. It looks so free, even when going against the wind.
Why do I feel so trapped by the snow? What if I never find a way out? I'm watching Elizabeth Taylor on Larry King Life. How sad is that.
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