An Atheist, A Blasphemer, and A Pervert.

monday 12.10am.
havin monday blues. no class until 4pm. my body ache all over from futsal yesterday. we came in 2nd (yippee!) tapi ntah mane hampernye tak nampak lagi.

my body fat percentage : definitely on the rising. went to faris yesterday for dinner. lori dewan bandaraya was still at its stationary place for weeks, so we ate inside, where it was cramped like hell. dinner with shabir, nadia n walah. kire nowadays i met nadia only for her to see me stuffing greasy food into my mouth la. nadia poked around my bulging stomach. jesus mother of moses! the bulge wasnt supppose to be there. it was efa's jeans im wearing. its too tight. there u go. that should justify my denial. hoho.

ok im almost finish with the book im reading The Black Album by Hanif Kureishi. i particularly like this scene in the bathroom, where deedee (shahid's lecturer-girlfriend) was harassing shahid, pressuring him to admit that he's an atheist, a blasphemer and a pervert, while his pants are around his knees and and his dick in deedee's hand. that was intense, but shahid prevails, i know he would. another part : shahid's sister in-law wanted to slap him because she suspected him to have started praying and visiting the mosque. it was disturbing, but hillarious, the way its written is fill with dry wit. i never read a character as sweet and as confusingly tormented like shahid. a paki-boy who cant stand the thought of fucking an asian girl. but he comes along with his religious friends, defending abused muslims around essex in london, and retired to nights of drugs, alcohol and sex. enjoys both heineken and lemon vodka, and the soothing, cool feeling of a mosque. he names his book, the one he's workin on, The Prayer-mat of The Flesh. all this n u ant help but rooting or shahid, for the way he is innocently portrayed.

u cant help but feel related in some way with shahid, can ya?

oh. another thing. in this book, thre is this scene where they were discussing the iranian's fatwah. the one about killing the author. hanif kureishi did his best not to mention rushdie's name, intentionally, but he did mention Midnight's Children. a dead giveaway. cheeky guy, that kureishi is. are all muslim (name) writers like this? shahid with his heart undecided, joined his muslim friends burning a copy of the book, but didnt cheer.

oh n i dint imagine him looking like like Prince no more. Now he looks like a younger n cuter Michael Corleone from The Godfather. smoother-featured al pacino in college.

very, very interesting read.