on a brighter note on living in kb, i can be totally oblivious to everything around me. seriously. being here, if there were no outside communications, which usually is the case, i can go on like as if its a normal day, not knowing (let's say) its cny tomorrow. i see the same 200+ faces with the same hopelessness hopes. my world seems to end at the fences that surround the hostel. sometimes, it feels like a good thing.
i read the newspaper, and it feels like a book i pulled out from the fiction section in the library.
i read about barrack obama, thinking he could not be real. i read about the kuala terengganu by-election, thinking it was ancient history. i read about the double engine failure airbus ditching in the river, thinking it happened decades ago. i read about the gaza strip, thinking it was just a tale.
honestly speaking, this is how i feel. i am absolutely oblivious. you think i'm outdated? i don't pay attention to the world happenings?
maybe. but in a way, its also nicer. i am blocked from all the cruelty, fascinations, and hipocrisy. its a lil safe spot i found, which maybe you'd wish you had found one too.