The glorious and triumphant return of now-19 year old Blogger, the revival of a once-grand and dare I say influential webspace that produced daily content, and the crippling anxiety of a young woman who no longer has any time or motivation to write, and feels like any ability she had acquired in the past through repetition and sheer will alone is now slowly slipping out of her grasp. Brief history of the Blog and Blogger can be found here.

Here be personal journal entries, observations, slices of life, questions and conclusions, as well as exploration of social and political topics seen through the lens of a Malaysian Muslim, feminist, lesbian, Marxist, and horse enthusiast.

Friday, April 22, 2011

painted faces fill the places i can't reach

Sometimes I see parallels to my life everywhere I go.

(It starts with a change of pace). 
(Letting in a complete stranger.) 
(Something intimate.) 
(Small touches when they were none before.)
(A coffee shop scene.) 
(A confession, a fight.)
(Strength.) 
(A one sided infatuation.) 
(Goodbye.) 

This is ridiculous because exam's in a week.

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