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Kimchi solitary

What a tremendously tiring day. Country is in upheaval. Mahathir is back in total power as interim PM with 2/3 (probably?) parliament support. I’m alternating between unhealthy monitoring of the events vs ignoring them.

Went to Sg Buloh Hospital. Thank god the system is back online. Malaysians mostly not wearing masks. Many pharmacists as well.

Picked up mother’s medication. I felt so trapped in the area. I hate the hospital and I hate that once a month I am obliged to be there because mother has a million excuses to not change to the hospital near us.

What does she care? At most she just sits in the car once every few months.

20 mobilisers, and 4x

  • 12×2 squat with one sided weight
  • 10×2 step up kick
  • 15 double deadlifts and row
  • 12×2 static lunges, one weight
  • 1 minute plank

Biceps were still hurting from workout on Friday, which pleases PT. Made brown rice porridge, which is like eating solid sadness in a bowl.

Went to meet Manja Girl after gym. Did groceries 💕. She asked why my bill was so much higher. Told her mum eats fruits like a faffy white woman. She gave me queer black cat stickers and finger condoms.

She cooked dinner! Kimchi stew and rice. Was good to catch up. She taught Jab new tricks. Told her about NJ.

Eventually she tired of company. She’s in extreme introvert mode right now and doesn’t want to see anyone. I’m lucky I managed to spend time with her at all, I know.

Visited mother after the night out. She was having trouble with her Hotmail and threatened to weep like a tragic heroine because I asked her to login to it. And then she did the whole bottom lip quivering because I refused to type in her phone number for her and she had to do it herself. I’m surprised no actual tears came down.

I’m glad I stood my ground and did not layan her damsel nonsense, but I’m so stressed I had to do it in the first place. Who tf cries because she has to login to her own email and read the instructions and then add a phone number. I think she’s such a silly spoilt princess when she behaves like this, and while I have no respect for my father and his behaviour, my god. I’m surprised anyone married her at all. What kind of hero ego needed feeding that he took this on (the lack of foresight or responsibility to follow through, not so surprising lah).

Was feeling dark and angry and resentful after visiting mother. Thought maybe could unwind with NJ but she needs alone time.

I should be more disciplined about working through my own emotions anyway 😫 . I’ve already whinged about my car accident, I guess I shouldn’t risk whinging again while we’re hanging out so soon after.

Still, would have been easier to just have company tonight. Instead, I’m just occasionally catching the news and seething.

Gears in motion

Something I’ve been meaning to do for a while now: rethink how I publish. Set my old posts to Private.

I want some time to rearrange all my posts, recategorise, re-tag, and maybe edit the theme. Definitely clean up the media library. I’m also considering a tiny newsletter for friends who want updates.

Let me know if you’d prefer a newsletter instead of a blog? If you’d prefer not to comment publicly, drop me a text. I’m the world’s worst at responding, but I’ll get around to it.

New posts will still be public, but I think I’ll change the privacy setting when I move on to the next post so only one remains live at any time.

It feels good to be getting things done. It’s been a long time coming. Password issues, yknow.

Recently updated my privacy policy. Migrated my (minimal) data tracking to Matomo (a little fuck-you to Google Analytics, basically). You can opt-out if you want by going to the Page.

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