Summer Walk

I am quite proud of today. I had a long walk with my friend. I almost forgot that I had a camera in my bag when I saw this view.


It warmed my heart just standing in front of it.

Can you see it? Let me zoom it in.


Marvelous, isn’t it? I am not even a fan but I love the vibe I got from watching the majestic stadium.


It was a brilliant day. The sun was up, the chilly wind burning my cheeks. I was having the time of my life.


I only could imagine the nicest things inside. This stadium might be the reason for some people to be here but all I wanted to do was to read the missing pieces after I was introduced to Ender’s Game so my friend brought me to Oxfam.

Nothing. Not a single book by Orson Scott Card.

Hmm…Maybe something bigger.

“Like a library?” my friend asked.

And so we went to the City Library. I went up to the third floor and it’s exactly what I wanted in life.




I know I will have a hard time and waste a lot of money looking for these babies in Malaysia so I am absolutely over the moon when I saw them.


And after that I went to Waterstones and saw Dan Brown’s Inferno for half of the price. I truly wish I could stay forever.

The Problem With Reading


My mother told me that I started reading when I was 2. I guess that was a huge accomplishment because she was borderline bragging. I was quite a fast learner too and I was very particular with spelling.

Until I got the concussions.

It was not a one time thing. It happened once in say every 2 years. I tripped and landed my head on a rock, crashed head first to the edge of the door, car accident, etc. I bumped my head so many times that I lost count. I have several dents on my skull to prove it.

And then it happened. It’s the most embarrassing thing to admit. I started to confuse my alphabets. I would mistake b with d and p and sometimes q. I confused m with w and battling u with n. 

The books beginning to not make any sense. I love reading and having this weakness is crippling. The last book I managed to really enjoy reading was the Harry Potter series.

Later I disliked reading because I had to repeat the same sentence several times because ‘dear’ could be ‘pear’ the first time or ‘wet’ became ‘met’ or ‘nun’ just look like ‘uuu’.

The Hunger Games was first book that I thoroughly enjoyed by listening. I decided that it was a great idea to drive 3 hours to the nearest city to buy it (I live in a very small fisherman village where no one reads English literature. I should mention that I am from Malaysia) and only then and then only I can sleep at night.

I did not regret that decision. Ever. In fact, I learn to love to read again. Some books are worth crossing 2 states and 6 hours of driving.