Ordinary Girls + Silent Invasion

As always, I buy more than I can ever read.

Currently halfway through Ordinary Girls by Jaquira Diaz. I’m enjoying the book, and it is the kind that could be read in one setting. This would make a good movie, except not a movie that the world wants to see. They do, but they would refuse. Not every movie is a slumdog millionaire. But this, is worthy of anyone’s time. We tend to forget them. We tend to ignore them. We tend to overlook their cries for help.

This Covid-19 pandemic has also given me much free time to connect with friends around the world. I was chatting with AL, a close friend of mine who was formerly a Chinese citizen. He’s now downunder and really making it in life and he’s the kind of model immigrant that any country would like to make him theirs. I’m not exaggerating.

So we were chatting about how scary XJP is, and skipped the dumb part about Trump on purpose. After all, what’s the point, wasting our time talking about Trump? Long story short, he was telling me that he just read Silent Invasion by Clive Hamilton and that I should be reading it now. And I told him it’s been on my TBR pile since it was released but haven’t really gotten to it just yet.

Halfway through our “XJP is the scariest CCP leader in history” chat, I bought it. $9.99, bearable. Bearable because I spend so much on books that every single cent counts when it comes to books.

Looking forward to finishing these two before our lockdown ends on 28th April 2020. I don’t see this as a long way to go. Because the pandemic is no joke…

This is it. Isolate. Read more.

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.