21.45 BST My head is hurting. The right half due to covid. My throat is itchy, ready to cough. I have only started to read "Lelaki-lelaki tanpa perempuan" by Haruki Murakami. As mba Visya's flat mates, Claire(?), Murakami's books are oddly dreamy. I found it recently that his books are very weird. I mean the plot. What would you think if your partner cheat on you several times? Would you confront them or end the relationship? The answer for that question is do nothing, if you consult with one of the characters in the novel. They are absurd. But life isn't absurd. Life is just meaningless. Absurdity gives life a meaning. To being absurd and odd. During my self-isolation, I watched many movies. Some of them are rewatch. I am starting to watch hobbit movies, hence maybe LOTR chronicles later. I rewatched the Imitation Game. ... Sorry I take a break to the washroom. I am just a mere man. Now I can't write anything. Yea, I like to watch near/post-apocalypse movie