books 2019

I am procrastinating writing of something closer to my heart by writing of the books I read this year.

I started with the same goal of 30 books as 2018, but finished only 18 (60% of target) as of now. I believe most of it were completed at the start of the year and in this last month in dire attempt to reach the targets I originally set for myself.

Here is a list of my read books, in order of date of completion – and corresponding random comments:

  1. Noise, Hari Kunzru – I remember nothing about this book
  2. Story of the Restrained – I think this was one of the free booklets that I got at a mosque, I remember it having interesting anecdotes but generally very haphazardly put together
  3. The Desert and the Dancing Girls, Gustave Flaubert – see 1
  4. Men Without Women: Stories, Haruki Murakami – snippets of Murakami I didn’t realise were unconnected until I reached the unexpectedly quicker end after end
  5. The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka -recommended by a friend and unexpectedly readable although still bizarre
  6. Eat Right 4 Your Type, Peter D’Adamo – came across this book in someone’s office, carried it around with me for a while, interesting theory not quite sure if it actually worked for me as I never could sustain the diet for my blood type
  7. A Pinch of Magic, Michelle Harrison – magic is always fun
  8. A Sloth’s Guide to Mindfulness, Ton Mak – cute little book with big message, maaaay be a bit of a cheat to be on this list
  9. I, Robot, Isaac Asimov – surprisingly enjoyed this one, on the lookout for the second book!
  10. Quests for Glory (The School for Good and Evil: The Camelot Year’s, #1), Soman Chainani – ahh young adult reads, a guilty pleasure
  11. Devil’s Place, Brian Gómez – Malaysian funny!!! would read more of Gómez but apparently this is all he wrote
  12. The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf – another Malaysian author and eye opening story in so many ways
  13. Creatures of Near Kingdom, Zedeck Siew – strange and beautiful
  14. Why Do So Many Incompetent Men Become Leaders?, Tomas Chamorro-Premuzic – my attempt to delve more into the age old argument of gender diversity in the workplace
  1. The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, Mark Manson – solid concepts to life, I believe it
  2. The Cubs and Other Stories, Mario Vargas Llosa – mix bag
  3. A Stolen Life, Jaycee Dugard – unbelievable to think of the 18 years in captivity accounted for in this book, really glad she made it out for it tho
  4. Five on Brexit Island, Bruno Vincent – still not sure how i feel about “enid blyton for adults”, i guess it’s an easy way to read summaries on adulting things
books 2019


new year, again. 2019 has been good to me so far. some highlights:

1. got a new job

2. visited 5 different cities/countries in february alone (brussels, london, melbourne, rotterdam, taipei)

3. had some good dances – including social dancing on a converted, docked lighthouse boat and dance classes

all that’s left is to share some photos from aforementioned cities – guess where!



Exiting a parking lot earlier this afternoon into a rainy road, I stopped twice to let traffic pass before driving out onto the road. On the second time, a motorcyclist passed along with another car and blatantly showed me his middle finger. Since I had clearly stopped to let them pass, this really got to me – why the sudden lack of civilities?

With this filling my mind space, I drove to the nearest petrol station to fuel up. As I haphazardly collected the necessary cards and exited the vehicle to fuel up, waiting outside was the station attendant – casually opening the fuel cap while informing me which cards go in first, indicating he will assist to fill up my tank. Halfway through, he asks about the air in my tyres and offers to help to top it up – in the rain (he had an umbrella) – also, insisting I remain in the car and let him finish the job.

I mean, I can’t even 🤯



before the month ends, an observation in my quest of self-discovery:

i have an above average penchant for truth, whether good or bad.

and a reminder for me that not everyone has the same thirst for veracity. some people want the more palatable white lie, and it’s okay too.

not all truths need to be revealed.