i don't like walking in on my parents having a conversation about my sister and for some reason they always stop when i walk in. like why. do they not think i'm on their side or something? i'm on nobody's side. i'd rather just coast through life protecting my own interests and if hypothetically those interests happen to intersect with those of my sister's or my parents' then i'll consider taking sides but as it stands, the both of them are taking this whole issue to polar opposite extremities and when i say i'm an activist, there's a very fine line i'm toeing here because i have to take into consideration what i've been told from day one and what i've recently started telling people.
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.