1.8.07

The Corrections

It's been a while since we had a "heart-to-heart" session Doctor Oprium,but after the awkward incident last time during which you attempted to mentally fondle me with lies and fantasies,only for plays' sake so you could feel powerful as the puppet master-took me aback for a while,but now I'm ready to trust you again,willing to forgive and possibly ignore the fact that you have an incredibly dangerous and unstable mind.That last fact even makes you look less like an imaginary psychiatrist or a figment of my imagination,and more like an actual human-with flesh,bones,flaws,skeletons to hide.

World,meet this fella.He's a handsome bloke,terrific in bed and don't blame me that I find his resemblance to Perez Hilton (also,traces of Dwight from the office and the guy who's Felicity Huffman's hubbie) a turn-on.He's my new lover whom I met through Craiglist,we both adore President Bush and agree he has some sort of weird fuckability factor despite the fact he has the iq equivalent of a toddler-and this common ground we've established officially elevates us from being mere friends,to soul mates.

Yes world,I'm in love!

Well,not really.He's Jonathan Franzen,author of The Corrections-for some weird reason none of the pictures of the book cover I try to put up appear,so this tiny pic of the author will do.The reason I haven't been talking much about books or literature for the past few months is mainly because I haven't come across a really good book,one worth mentioning and recommending,during that extended period of time.The last good book I read was Kiran Desai's Inheritance of Loss (the recent Potter book was mediocre,and I'm glad it's all over),which I read somewhat hastily and intend to re-read one day.Rarely do I actually find myself attached or truly sympathetic towards the characters an author invents in fiction,the extraordinary thing about my experience with this particular book-is that when the/a character finally dies at the end of the book (which I won't spoil for you,because it's a really good book and worth the read),the sense of remorse I felt was genuine and real.The characters actually feel human and very,very real-and while many authors are able to write fantastic stories which are compelling and absorbing,I find that most of them prefer to skim through a story without delving into the core or taking the effort to develop a real heart at the centre of the story.Franzen's highly focused and glued to the story,with a handful of characters and situations he's determined to build a story that's solid as stone,one that gripped me by the neck and demanded that I pay attention.The characters felt incredibly real and while it tells about a dysfunctional family and their insolvable problems,it's really amazing how every character has been properly fleshed out and constructed well-when I finished the book,I felt like I knew and recognized these people,this impossibly sad family.Highly recommended.

I started on The Time Traveller's Wife few days back,postponing my original intention to read White Teeth in favour of something light and easy for a change.I'll talk about the book more once I'm done possibly,for now I just want to say that the two main characters,Clare & Henry-are (in my tortured shithole of a mind,at least) Chloe Sevigny or Rose Bryne,and either Ryan Gosling or James Mcavoy as Henry,though I'm preferring the latter cos' Gosling's at risk of being typecast as the male romantic lead character.I'm also considering Jake Gylenhal,but I'll take some time to try and detach my memory and perception of him from the horrendously tedious bore that was Zodiac.Okay,I'm rambling.

"They don't do random".

Hah.This couldn't be more random.A quote from The Bourne Supremacy,when Julia Stiles goes on about how agents have everything planned out and never make mistakes or succumb to random choices.Guess this means I'd make a pathetic agent.But if I do become one (if the Malaysian government can hire idiots to rule the country,they can sure be trusted to hire idiots like me as an agent),I'll talk like Horatio on CSI Miami talks-goddammit doesn't it annoy anyone else how he talks?The way he's constantly looking at the floor,murmuring something under that repulsive breathy voice of his-we should all gather up and start praying that his character dies,or at least stops trying to act like a fucking douche.

Spoon-Black Like Me
Ryan Adams-Come Pick Me Up

Biggest laugh I had today:

On Thank God You're Here,when Rebel Wilson is asked how she got into acting (the following is not word for word)-"I should've done something serious-like law,or politics,or ballet".Hope you got the joke.

If not,laugh anyways.Laugh like you've never laughed before.Laugh until your heart explodes and your pants are wet-because sometimes life can be so bleak and dark,that if you don't laugh at something for the sake of laughing,you'll turn out evil and villainous like Darth Vader,who only looks good in black.Imagine having to wear black all your life.It'd be like you've just wandered off the set of Schindler's List,or arrived from an era of deep,deep misery.

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