"I can tell lah."
You are so funny. Like, seriously. I wonder if she knows, though. I mean it doesn't matter in the long run but it would have been nice to know. Just for... information's sake. And I always thought that she didn't know because she would have confronted me about it but then again, I realize we're all dealing with a level of passive agression never before seen in the entire history of the human race here.
Or maybe she just plain old doesn't know. She's right next to her. And yet now that I've finally come to a few conclusions of my own, things are really screwing themselves over without my assistance. I don't need to intervene. I think this is one of those out-of-body experience. I'm pretty sure I'm physically involved somehow but I'll just try not to be around spiritually.
It's like that proverb, kuman di seberang boleh nampak, gajah di depan mata tak nampak.
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.