Currently Trying to Read: The Gift of Anger

There’s my book! Do you think I’ll be able to finish it this week? The answer is definitely impossible. It’s really not comforting to be reading at such turbulent times. How do you people do it? Reading like a dedicated bookworm at such times? I really wonder…

Welcome to the decade where average people are required to remain indoors while heroic and selfless doctors, nurses, food delivery folks and service staff battle a deadly virus…

Surabaya + Neglect + Pandemic

I have been neglecting this blog on purpose. I have been reading, but I haven’t been updating. And even with the reading, it was just mediocre.

My last update – Was two days before I flew out to Surabaya, Indonesia. I went there to escape Lunar New Year. I went there to escape a whole lot of things. I went there to escape reality. I succeeded, and I came back with a new tattoo. A tattoo that says “Avec Toi, Je Suis Moi”.

Last night, I finished reading Black Boy by Richard Wright. Started on The Gift of Anger by Arun Gandhi. It’s not going to be an enlightening read for me. Simply another read about another person’s journey.

I’m rather fortunate to have travelled right before the pandemic hit. It was quite a stupid move, but nevertheless, it happened, and so it happened. My wanderlust is no longer that strong, and I do not care to explain why, although I know why. I did visit the Russian submarine, of all places. And yes, the tattoo. Made new friends too. Had a blast using Gojek travelling around the city and also ordering in. I lived opposite Tunjungan Plaza, and yet I ordered in. Like I said, the wanderlust – wasn’t with me this time around.

This pandemic has taught me nothing. I am so numb from life that it has taught me nothing. 21,000 deaths today, but that’s just “official figures”. We know that’s not believable. Come on, you’re not that stupid, are you? Do you know how many people died in 1994 in Rwanda alone? Do you know how many people died in the 2004 tsunami? What about Syria? What about Sudan? What about Xinjiang? What about history?

One thing reading has taught me – is to be resilient and keep an open heart for the poor, the weak, the oppressed. They are the ones who always suffer the most. Literally, the most. If I die from this virus, my eldest, who’s living with me, might perish, too. But if he doesn’t, it will be devastating to him, but he will carry on, just like the rest of the world. I will soon become a distant but loving memory to him. I will be missed. Life goes on.

The least I could do, right now, is remain indoors – so that the frontline heroes can do their jobs better with one lesser covidiot (if I go out, I will be one), and go home to their loved ones and live to fight another day.

That’s all for this post. That’s all.

your books are on the way

I… bought two new books. My friend, who was opposite me, wondered if I was rushing some work or you know, something serious. She was curious, because I was like a busy bee, fingers pounding here and there on my computer.

What I was really doing – Chatting with a bookseller, trying to secure the books, pay online, send the payment receipt, my new shipping address…

I was expecting her to roll her eyes, as I have hundres of unread books, piling up in my Kindle and around my apartment. But she didn’t. She said, “as long as you’re not buying ten books a month, you’re okay.” What a friend!

I bought these books, can’t wait to receive them:

  1. Shell-shocked – On the ground under Israel’s Gaza assault by Mohammed Omer
  2. What it means to be Palestinian – Stories of a Palestinian childhood by Dina Matar

That’s all. Excited would be an understatement. Anxious and impatient, yes.

Travel

I’m going on a break, hoping for many things. One of them is to finish a couple of books on my Kindle and seek the meaning behind it.

I’ll be traveling to Surabaya, Indonesia. A country I’ve visited before (Jakarta), but not a place I’ve been to before.

Many uncertainties.

Many questions.

But one thing for sure is hoping to read more. And avoid buying books at the airport. AVOID!!!

2019-2020

So I’m paying for this domain and I don’t even use it diligently! What a shame! I’ve been busy battling some life numbing bs, and I haven’t been able to read as much as I’d like to. That was 2019 for me. The last book I read in 2019 was Stolen, about the Boko Haram.

I bought less than 20 books in 2019 (okay, less than 40, still, much better compared to 2018), and I’ve read less than 30. At least that’s what my Goodreads reading challenge is telling me… Let me go check it now…

There you go… *pats slaps self on back*. Some achievement!

Alright. Might upload another post of some books I got earlier this month…

Slump

I’ve been on a life slump lately. Not just reading. But life in general. So much has happened, it’s a shame that I do not wish to blog about it. I might turn it into a book, though. Now, isn’t that something relevant to reading?

Okay. Let me get to something more important than what’s been going on in my life.

I’m currently reading:

  • Stolen Girls by Wolfgang Bauer.
  • Gomorrah by Roberto Saviano.

I was previously reading but stalled:

  • From The Ground Up by Howard Schultz
  • and dozens more.

It’s nearing the end of 2019. So much has happened. So much is still happening. I am overwhelmed, but I’ll never give up on reading because it’s the only escape I have. Peace out.