I’ve been away for so long. I haven’t been reading but I still get that itch to write about other things, things that don’t exactly fit a book blog. So I decided to just start a new blog. There’s nothing in it as of writing this post. I’ll be importing my book reviews over there because I envision it as a personal blog with random stuff in it (also because I’m too attached with my book reviews). Also, it’s just too empty right now; I’m having a hard time customizing its look and feel. Thank you so much to everyone who have read and commented on my bookish stuff. I’ve made some friends over here and I admit I have been terrible at maintaining those connections. So yeah, if you still want to hear from me, I’m here at this new blog. Advertisements
The last thing I posted on this blog was about Bob Dylan’s Nobel win. That was more than a year ago. When the newest laureate was minted, my interest in books was revived. Kazuo Ishiguro is a favorite writer, and as much as I hate to be superstitious about it, he brought me back to books whereas Dylan put a stop to all of my reading endeavors. Hi. I’ve been both looking forward and dreading this moment. The thought of going back to blogging excites me but I’m not sure if I still know how to do this. A few weeks ago, I’ve come up with a draft that I thought was worthy of a comeback entry but it was all mentally scrawled. Yeah, and I don’t remember what it was about. I just have these tiny feelings of eloquence. Blame it on distractions. I was sidetracked by the idea of revamping this blog. In fact, I have renamed the blog to something else. After a week of checking out my WordPress app, the name …
I may have been away but I’ve anticipated the announcement of this year’s winner. Which obscure writer would it be? Would there be a chance that this year’s winner is someone I’m familiar with? The announcement, which I streamed from one of my breaks at the office, was first read in Swedish. I heard Bob Dylan’s name. Surely, that wasn’t happening. Bob Dylan’s nomination and frequent appearance at betting lists has been a long-running joke, yeah? So when the announcement was read in English, it was indeed happening. I closed the video without bothering with the cryptic citations and turned to the shit bowl that is Facebook.
There are moments when I feel that I’ve lost so many friends since my reading took a backseat. That or I’ve been practically away from social media. Limiting social media presence made me feel more liberated. I got rid of the need to take pictures or to compose pieces for the purpose of posting them on whatever, or all, outlets available online. But that took a backlash. People don’t know that I’m still around because hey, they don’t hear from me and thus, I get this feeling of displacement and irrelevance.
I’ve started reading books again and I have audiobooks to thank for it. With audiobooks, I can now play games while listening (grinding doesn’t require mental powers). And if you’re curious what audiobook I listened to since my reading hiatus, it’s Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix narrated by Stephen Fry. And no, I didn’t pick it up because of The Cursed Child. I picked it up because of my book challenge. The book bingo, remember? It’s for my Fantasy square.
And it has been four weeks. I thought I’ll be able to pick up something after a week, after arranging my books, after finally settling in. Still, almost a month later, nothing. Granted, I had a lot of things going on for the past couple of weeks (particularly social activities with old friends). But I should have been able to read at least one story from the collection that is still in my currently reading shelf, right? To be fair, I read four short stories for our July book club discussion. And that’s it. Nothing from my shelf.
I went apartment hunting with an old friend last Friday and we found this nice cozy place. It’s not accessible to the modern urban centers but it’s also relatively cheaper. I didn’t plan on moving out this year but my superstitious side tells me that I should. In my current boarding house, a couple of troubling things happened. Last year, a young man, in his early twenties and recently married, died in his sleep. He lived downstairs. Earlier this year, my room-mate was afflicted with a terrible illness. I talked him into flying back to his home town to recuperate.