Logicless Logic

I am a bookworm??

i wondered about many things today while taking a long shower. i still don't know if i am able to post this but i shall try. multiple posts in fact. let me talk about the 1st thing i thought about.

last night, after reading the Sunday Times article on Roald Dahl, i had the sudden urge to whip out my old Roald Dahl books to read. I read many of his books most of which had a little kid, usually negelcted, as the main character. This included Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Great Glass Elevator, which was a continuation from the chocolate factory, The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar, which was more adult, Matilda, Fantastic Mr Fox, Georges Marvellous Medicine, James and the Giant Peach and more! But one[two rather] of my favourite books up till today is his autobiography, which he admitted might contain some figments of his imagination due to his memories as a little boy, Boy and Going Solo. These 2 books basically are about his own life, seen through his own eyes when he was a 6 year old boy, the simple pleasures which he enjoyed, all the way till he started work with Shell. This is where Boy ends and Going Solo starts. Going Solo is more about his adult life, which i find a little less intriguing than his experiences as a boy. His quirky descriptions in these two books encourage a different perspective at things. Boy, in fact, is like a little kids TOP SECRET journal which only his best friends are allowed to read. why am i rambling on about roald dahl? no logical reason. i thought of it, felt like it and did it on a whim. and i like his quirky and sometimes nonsensical style of writing, which has probably influenced me to a certain extent. if roald dahl was alive today, he would be 90. unfortunately, one of the geniuses[to me] at writing had passed away in 1990. he was quite old considering he was born in 1916.

somehow, after finishing Boy at 2.30am, i went on to read my primary school compulsory journals. i felt like they were like a blog which i owned during primary school. i decorated it with countless monsters, no entry signs etc. looking at my horrendous p4 handwriting writing about what i now perceive as childish, i actually wondered how they had made so much sense then. one word. perspective. i transported myself back in time, back to when i was 10 years old and thought i was BIG because my age had reached double digits. the journal entries actually made sense. but i do not remember some of the people i had mentioned in the entries. ahh the good old days.

justin.

posted by justin @ 9:43 PM