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Sunday, October 08, 2006

Woah.

I just finished the latest book in the Artemis Fowl series not five minutes ago.

And by God was it good.

It was like five supersonic trips down the G5 of the now defunct Concorde in not more that 7.2 nanoseconds; rendering and declaring all theory of the quantum kind useless, inexistent and insipid of the highest horrid manner. It was like every single sub-atomic particle of every cell in every gland functioning in my body spewing hormones; adrenaline and endorphins: numbing the entire frontal cortex Dead.

My limbic system is in control; and I felt that I needed not to fight or flee. I was in there.

It was just like the Scientific American article I read not five hours ago in the bench in KLCC while waiting for my father to buy dates; a bench in the middle of a floor in between levels of concrete and man, where everything else was to be ignored.

The article said it was possible. They noticed "When people are busily sensing or doing something the region involved in self monitoring and suppresses regions active in perception."

And I thought : oh, ok.

My mind, after tiresome months of being unused and unstimulated of the intellectual manner had finally woken. I could feel all senses spark up and ignore all stimuli except those of which I was spewing out of imagination in my mind. I spent yesterday completely bewildered of how I can no longer think as I used to...

Functioning as a fact-regurgitating machine and having to sacrifice my ideas and thoughts and interests for a good three months (I optioned out for my French exams, I've not bought a book for 3 months, I didn't read the Guardian for four) and there as I read the last word, the last anagrammed fragment in my brain which took it not as a letter after a letter but as a picture (the brain only looks at the last and first letter of a word to recognise it), and felt every nerve, every blood cell, every single drop of adrenalin in my consensus: Alive.

The book is absolutely fantastic. I have not the patience to tell you about it. Read this fantastic blog for the review.

But as the record goes, I am back.

2 Comments:

Blogger Lynn said...

You're BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! Yaaayyyy!! =D

Yep, absolutely mind-blowingly artemis. But I was just wondering...when mr arty came back from Limbo, wasn't he still fifteen?

Might have got it wrong; I sped read through the book the day I bought it. =P

Ahem. "Fantastic review"? (Malu sangat!) I wrote that just to irritate other Arty fans who haven't read the book...oh well...

Anyway, Artemis is still SINGLE and AVAILABLE. BWAHAHAHAHA! ;)

8:02 pm  
Blogger Lynn said...

Eh, you said "fantastic blog for the review", not "fantastic review". Mistake! :P

By the way, did you catch Muse live on MTV on Sunday?

Matt in all his demented glory. His guitars were beautiful!!

It's really good to have you back! =)

8:08 pm  

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