Ebooks and audiobooks are real books and you’re an ableist jerk

I’m just overflowing with festive cheer, aren’t I? Provocative title aside, something has been bugging me for a while and I decided to get it off my chest before the new year. And that something is this: the attitude among self-proclaimed avid readers that reading doesn’t count unless it’s a print book. I know IContinue reading “Ebooks and audiobooks are real books and you’re an ableist jerk”

November, schmovember…

Another year almost gone and still no hand sanitiser sponsorship. C’mon, how much alcohol does a girl need (to rub on her hands) to get a break around here?! But in all seriousness… it’s late November. Already. November always ends up being pretty busy despite my best intentions. I guess it’s been like that sinceContinue reading “November, schmovember…”

After the first COVID…

I’ve been a bit quiet since my fling with COVID in early August but I’m very much alive and kicking. (You may have gleaned that my blog title is a reference to After the First Death, the Robert Cormier novel, which took its name from a Dylan Thomas poem called A Refusal to Mourn theContinue reading “After the first COVID…”

COVID got me…

It finally got me, y’all. After 2.5 years, I’m COVID-positive. It happened in a fairly predictable way. On Sunday, I became a household close contact. I tested negative with a rapid antigen test on Sunday and Monday, and remained asymptomatic both days. This morning – Tuesday – I woke up with a sore throat. TookContinue reading “COVID got me…”

50 cups of coffee can’t be wrong?!

Y’know, I never used to like coffee. Yeah, yeah, sacrilege, whatever. I think the first time I tasted it was when I took a sip of whatever my dad was drinking at my grandmother’s house in Malaysia. It was probably Kopi-O or something like that. Regardless, it was too bitter for this little Aussie girl’sContinue reading “50 cups of coffee can’t be wrong?!”