Pinball, 1973.

I wonder. What’s the life like in 1973…
I know I’m not in the position to “declare” the “youth” that I had since I hit the 20s… Life just keep moving forward eh? Probably, kind of relevant to the pinball title dedicated to this blog entry. The ball being push by the puller (do you call that? I have no idea what’s that pulling thing called) and shoot up high up away, bumping into anything that probably land it to higher scores or drop into the deep s*hit hole with helpless flippers, looking pathetically flipping, struggling for life… yet, helplessly dipping into that black hole. -The end? Well, the good news is, players could replay pinball again.. unlike human beings. I mean, you couldn’t possibly die and resurrect right?

Hmmm.. anyway, digression. As usual.

I guess some will not be surprise that this book that I read finished not long ago, was none other than Murakami Haruki. *Please stop the eyes rolling already* Not because he is a Japanese writer (or probably that’s true to a certain extent that I can’t deny), but rather, his works just kind of intrigue readers and pull one deeper into his world of writing. You know, he’s the first writer (well, I admit I don’t read much books either as compared to those book buffs.. so..) who actually writes about how I feel and think most of the time. I mean cut out Japanese way of writing promiscuous sex scenes and all… the inner depth thinking of a person is really quite… right at the cut. He could just write about how the “I” in the novel being so obsessed with pinball at a point in life when pinball was like the “in” thing. “I” felt a sense of “loss” after the pinball machine that he was so attached to and disappear.. and reunite with that lady (yes, it’s a she..) machine, by talking to it instead of playing it. And “I” one day, being too drunk and all, woke up the next morning.. realised that a twin were sleeping with him in his bed and all… and never able to differentiate which twin is exactly which one.. naming them 208 and 209, purely because they wore this sweatshirt labelled 208 and 209 respectively… weird as it is. I like.

I think I blabber too much again. Hmm, probably the number of words proliferate inversely to the amount of blog entries being posted. (ok, ok. Most of the time. I’m just lazy and find it a hassle to actually type, post photos or whatsoever)

So, what’s life next? Hmmm.. maybe I could name myself a book call Apple, 2008?
Well, well. I doubt I can really write anything decent out to become a novel itself.

P/S: hmmm.. just today, the rat in the office just declared it’s phantom existence. Not only was it huge (as heard from a colleague who actually saw it once while OT-ing), it actually has expensive taste. Imagine it freaking bit its way to form a big blahdy hole on one of my another colleague unopened Omega pills bottle. Gosh… The rat. (hmm… reminds me of the rat in Murakami’s books again)

recent readings. (if I had any)

Title: The Knife Man
Author: Wendy Moore

About this book..

The remarkable true story of John Hunter, a maverick surgeon who was as renowned and respected in Georgian England as he was feared and reviled.

In an era when bloodletting was considered a cure for everything from colds to smallpox, surgeon John Hunter was a medical innovator, an eccentric, and the person to whom anyone who has ever had surgery probably owes his or her life. In this sensational and macabre story, we meet the surgeon who counted not only luminaries Benjamin Franklin, Lord Byron, Adam Smith, and Thomas Gainsborough among his patients but also ��resurrection men�� among his close acquaintances. A captivating portrait of his ruthless devotion to uncovering the secrets of the human body, and the extraordinary lengths to which he went to do so?including body snatching, performing pioneering medical experiments, and infecting himself with venereal disease?this rich historical narrative at last acknowledges this fascinating man and the debt we owe him today.

Don’t ask me why I’d bought it. At that moment, I thought it was a very interesting book. *shrugs* But, it really made me feel blessed to be living in this era. Yes, totally… BLESSED.

Da Vinci Code.

Religion. Such a simple word. Yet, has a dynamic character, which could affect humanity of the world.

Da Vinci Code. A novel. A book. Which encompasses many facets and traces of religions, historic artifacts and controversial myths. It guarantees a thrill ride while reading the book. I don’t deny that the implications that the book may shaken the very root of christianity or catholic. It traces back to the question of Jesus, the son of God.

My brain is not exactly functioning properly as it supposed to. Most of the things I would like to mention or put into words, seems to jumbled into fragments, and I can’t seem to reassemble them. Probably too much cryptography, anagram, fibionnaci sequence cause my mind to be disoriented. haha. I know. I’m exaggerating..

You know, I actually like the part of the book that Robert Langdon flashes back to a scene when he was giving a seminar to a dozens of inmates in some penitentiary (prison for those convicted of major crimes). Imagine when the inmate asked him if Mona Lisa is a picture of Da Vinci in drag. Woah. Brilliant. No, probably hilarious. But I could slightly recall that there was such debation existing. And Robert Langdon question the inmates with the existence of Amon, the Egyptian God. Well, yes. One of the inmates answered correctly – the God of masculine fertiliy. Why? Cos there exist this famous condom brand named “Amon” which depicts the god. And the Egyptian goddes was name… Isis.

God + goddess = Amon Isis (called L’isa in ancient pictogram)

and it became..
Mona Lisa.

I wonder.. if Leonardo Da Vinci really thought of that. Hmmm. Probably not.
But. The drag part about Leonardo.. I was quite sure that woman/man in that famous/infamous paint, Mona Lisa.. Might be just him and only him. Pity, no such flashback in the movie. The movie was considered quite a condensed and packed movie. Trying to fit the story smoothly with some changes in the scene and intentions of the book had mentioned.

Nonetheless, it was a good movie. Worth watching. (probably because I’m fond of the book, but anyway…) Some plots are changed and so on and so forth. It’s expected I guess. To condense a 587 pages(reference to the book I have) into a movie.. many scenes have to be cut and edit etc. Just like Harry Potter, many parts of the story were cut… until I was like wtf? And changing director to each book of Potter, does not seems to synchronize with the excitment building up on each book. Bah. Part 4 of Potter movie.. is definitely a disappointment.

Anyway, mind getting drifted away.. into a faraway land very soon… so yes.. picture says a thousand words.. and so here it goes..

I’d book the ticket the day before and almost all the cinemas were fully book.. yes.. blockbuster movie.. what can I say. And I was at row D…! which is so freaking infront. hmm.. better than A, B or C though. haha. lame.

Start to dig out my Dan Brown’s books.. No Digital Fortress.. Cos.. hmmm.. the story plot is abit lame actually. haha.

Time out.

Zzzzzzzz.