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.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Performance

Hm, the whole day, I just feel like I'm waiting for something, but I just can't figure out what. I'm quite bored actually. Like, right now I'm waiting for my maid to bring me my nightly carrot juice (yes, carrot - unsurprisingly, I haven't felt anything happening to my eyes. Like, it hasn't made my eyesight supremely better or anything. Just makes my tongue orange) and also waiting for nine o'clock so I can feel comfortable enough to call people on their house phones. 

Although I probably won't ever feel comfortable doing that. 

Oddly I feel sad yet whimsical at the same time.

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