Friday I'm In Love

 

I don't really fancy blogging about myself. It's uncanny to read about myself. It's uninteresting. I'm boring. I'm boring in reality. Two of my nursing friends, both dudes, Vimcent and Ezy were really popular in my hospital, they dazzled with their outgoing personalities and go get em', can do attitudes. Barely a year in the hospital, Vimcent had his fair share of exposure by hosting events and being on the debate team with Ezy. On good gospel, they tried to include me by recommending to management that I should join in the next debate. And there I was queueing for my second round of chickie wings after a compulsory lecture, a nice nursing manager approached me, 'Hi James.' She said. 'Who's James?' I replied cheekily. Then there was a laborious silence, we excused ourselves. I can tell you, I am not good with meeting new people. I'm dead shit boring. I have nothing to say to them.

Friday night come hitherto where everyone was pouring their glass of phony martinis and trying too hard to score, I was in the library. I'm always in the library whenever I have my day offs. There is nowhere to go. I adore books. It's like a candyshop to me. A quiet one, hush hush, cemetery-like, it's nice. People take walks in parks with phony trees, I do mine in libraries. Difference with clubbing and doing all the naughty things on a friday night, no one pretty goes to library on a friday evening. No tits to stare at. Shame. Would be a good combination though. Them books and ladies, hand in hand. That's why I'm big on smutty books. The comic book section is always a nifty place to begin. All the violence, profanity and the occasional well drawn breasts! Each time I pulled out a copy of Hellblazer, the cash register spring 'Score!' at the back of my head.

I managed to get hold of a dog eared copy of Salinger's The Catcher In The Rye. Wanted to read it for a darn long time but too poor to buy it. I don't really buy books, because I don't reread stuff. Why suffer again? Decided to borrow the book after weighting it against my half read of The Inheritance Of Loss by Kiran Desai. So screw me, I will read them both and will finish them in time. I'm reading some Chinese poetry too and ain't the language supreme? I remember lying in bed whilst struggling through the stanzas and telling HL that the language is so superior than English in so many ways. If a picture paints a thousand words, then Chinese will be the picture. A word can have so many meanings, emotions and representatives. They are like elements of chemistry, a variety of bondage acts when each word meet together. Take example, one may describe sadness in English, name any: misery, sorrow, sadden, grief and etc. Any amateurs can squander the word cheaply at its expense of the lack of depth. There is a Chinese word that describe utmost sadness  - 断肠。Direct translation would be 'severed intestine'. It cannot be used simply and by caution for maximum effect. The amateurs would have difficulty with the word. That's why I like about the language. It weed out the dumb ones. Just look at Singapore's Chinese standard. 'Chinese B' sia.

I'm not a fan of poetry. Never have been and never will be. It's too mathematical. Too short a line, not enough information, too much self deciphering, too much of filling out the blanks. You have to think in the shoes of the poets, too emotional, too close for comfort. No thanks, I like my stories from a distance. That intimacy is, gay.

After the trip to the library, I went to duplicate my hospital locker key. I sat near the bushes and read Salinger while the keymaker drilled on. I liked it there. Probably I have been procrastinating too much and to at least finish something, anything on the 'to do list' felt satisfying. It had felt that I could get on top of things in no time. Piece of cake. Control feels like crack. The Catcher In The Rye was good. Really good. The protagonist loathes everybody. I like him for I loathed everyone too. I have a good feeling about this book.

I had read up the synopsis of books on Wikipedia lately because I have been too busy to get them. Besides reading on the wikis on the Beggar's Opera, The Road by Cormac McCathy (to get hands on for to-do list), Catcher In The Rye, Lord Of The Flies and The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bardbury, I had spent hours reading on the Marvel Universe. Yes, it's X-men, Iron Man, The Cap and Spidey. I have always been a DC fan because of Batman. But Justice League is lame-o. As my taste begin to drift wayward to sci-fiction, Marvel opens up a horizon. I still hate Peter Parker, Fantastic Four, Thor and Ghost Rider. I like Dr Strange, Bruce Banner, Steve Roger and Tony Stark for their science, political agendas and whatnot. My favorite character, after wiking is Franklin Reeds, the kiddo of Invisible Woman and Mr Fantastic. His bout and role in the Onslaught carnage is both fascinating and imaginative, Marvel also have the most badass villains; namely Galactus, Venom, Onslaught and Magneto. DC have, erm Brainiac? But, but, DC have Joker mah! Yea, true. That's why Batman is the best icon in DC.

Well, that's enough writing for the time being. I'm screening WKW's My Blueberry Nights next. It's minimum, probably a quarter of the screen, it's free, I'm cheap, I'm poor and I'm boring. Hoola.