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.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

If People Were Rain

Nisa: Hey, I've got the same shoes! Giant, right?
Keer: Uh... no. Crocs.

Hanna: I bet she just picked up the phone, "Oh, not my daughter!" and put it down.
Xueh Wei: Yeah, yeah, like... "Hello?" "Kidnapper"!

Nisa's mother: So who are you going out with?
Nisa: There's Hafizah, Hanna and Xueh Wei.
Nisa's mother: What's Xueh Wei?
Nisa: She's... Chinese?
Nisa's mother: ... no, I meant, is she a prefect?

Sometimes, there's fun and laughter.

Sometimes there's this. I can't stop thinking and I can't stop... running conversations and events over in my head and in the end, I end up falling asleep at 4 in the morning and wake up at 11 and... it's not. Nice. It's not nice.

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