FIGHT CLUB

You look up at the stars and you're gone.

I don't care what everybody says. It's a romance. The most naive and honest to God romance ever written. No, really. It's romantic how he wants to wipe out history. It's romantic how he's rebelling against sheer hopelessness. It's romantic how he romanticize 'life' itself. AND. It's romantic how seemingly crude he is. I just love the whole 'middle children of history' thing. Haha.

There's a bah-zillion things I do NOT agree with in Fight Club. And a bah-zillion MORE things I wish to expound, to DISagree with Fight Club. Which is, just about everything IN it. But that's not the point. What I like about it, is the spirit. The courage in it. The oh so flawed idea of supposedly hitting the 'bottom'. Flawed yet tantalizing. Fight Club is saturated with the truth (to an extent that is) that most of us never have the guts to acknowledge.

But then again, you don't always love what's right or even good for you. Know what I mean? Haha. I'm no psycho. I'm just proclaiming my eternal love for the spirit of Fight Club. That is all.

Oh, forgive me.

I have like, a bah-zillion more things to say but I can't. My head's screwed.

And the AFTERWORD. Like woah.

I have never felt like this since Harry Potter. If you see me lugging around Fight Club, don't ask.

And oh, the BEST way to read FIGHT CLUB is to:

1) Watch 3/4 of the movie. Stop.

2) Read the book.

3) Watch the movie again.

It gives you a clearer picture of what's goin' on and all.

P.S: No matter how many times I've seen gore in movies. I can NEVER stomach them. I cringe, I yelp, I just, shrivel. Can't stand violence. The flat packing sound when somebody's knuckles connect with...somebody. Oh, shoot me.

P.P.S: Video games are different. They're synthetic. Non-sentient. Get what I mean?

I'm Jack's Raging Bile Duct

Holiday. Yeahhh.

Today, I went to Midvalley alone specifically to buy Palahniuk's Fight Club. Yeap.

Been watching the movie last night, but I stopped 3/4 through it. Didn't wanna spoil the ending, wanna read the book first. I don't normally like films with unnecessarily overwhelming amounts of blood and guts (Though I like it when there's ample of these when you slash monsters in vid games). Fight Club is different. To sum it up into a single word would be: Hyper-PSYCHO. Haha.

I must say though, I don't see how getting yourself smashed into a pulp would relieve stress and depression. But then, I suppose they're all masochist. Tyler and everybody else in Fight Club I mean. Then again, there's the gender factor. Perhaps guys really do enjoy getting smashing each other's faces. What do I know. *shrug*

Palahniuk's stuff are monstrous really. Finished reading Pygmy last Friday. It's dark, obscene and...downright hilarious. I would've never coined satire to be my cup of tea. Especially ones with midget terrorists in em'. Palahniuk sir, you might've just shredded chunks of the pacifist in me into pieces. A certain degree of violence, I proclaim, is agreeable. Not desirable, no, never. But agreeable.

Oh, I picked up Salinger's Nine Stories and Connolly's The Gates too this morning. MPH is better than borders but Kinokuniya is the best. In terms of book supply I mean. Can't get member discounts at Kino unfortunately. *sigh*

Speaking of Salinger. I've a fixation on how he writes. Like, I don't know...his writing seems effortless. It's not lyrical and all that whatnot. It's brief, concise yet it still bears the nuances that I prize. He describes things scantily but they suffice. An impressionist he is. As for the characters...I find them all a trifle bit annoying. Oh, but I do adore them, to some extent that is. Ach, I've only read the Catcher in the rye and Franny. Am halfway through Zooey. Again, what do I know? Nothing really.

Books aside, Movies. Watched Robin Hood. It's okay. I kinda like it. I definitely like it better than Iron Man 2 as far as I'm concerned. Watched some movies I found in my hard disk. Looted from house mates and class mates. Namely, Fired Up (some shit bout cheerleading) and Cowboys And Angels.

This guy, Michael Legge, he's in Cowboys And Angels and he's a dead ringer to Elijah Wood! Friggin' adorable. I particularly liked this bit of the movie:

Old guy: You can burn candles in both hands only for so long.

Shane (Michael): It's my wick. I'll go out in flames if I want to.

Heh. Comel.

And oh, I also wasted some watercolours and painted these. I just felt like painting something. So yeah.

"Noise"

"I'll go out in flames if I want to"