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Taken from letters to dead people

i think if by some,

anachronistic way Oscar Wilde, James Dean, John Lennon, Jeff Buckley and Bill had met,

they would have liked each other.

A few days ago, I was checking out Bill's (one of my favourite contemporary writer) page, only to find out he died two weeks ago.

It unsettles me. The man had a pure heart, much like the four aforementioned people above.

When I used to write, I experimented with his writing style: it was very 50s/60s noir, very personal, sort of like how one's mind wanders while staring off into space in a coffee shop. And think about loss. love.life.

Love, mostly.

He seemed to get it.

Just like the four aforementioned did.

My favourite of his: Bad Poetry.

because,

sometimes I feel the world is infinitely small and everything's condensed and I touch everything, I can feel everything, I am a part of something, that I am not just some tiny speck in a universe that stretches billions of light years...

other days (like today) I think whether at night our reflections stare back at us, watching us fall into deep slumber (and dream, what do you know about dreaming?), wishing they were on this side and not the other (where they are);

like the looking glass, only unlike Alice, they can't step through: they can only wish.

some days I don't think about those things, I engross myself in books where the main character goes through a life-changing experience (including stepping through to the other side), and at first it seemed so random but when you get to the end you understand why,

Albert Einstein said "God does not play dice with the Universe."

while my guitar gently weeps,

I'm currently listening to the Beatles:Remastered and I'm thinking to myself 'this is it. that's all there is to it.' ... now if only I could save up to buy a gramaphone (or whatever it is it's called in these times) and buy the whole Beatles LP collection, lie on the sand with the sun in my eyes and the crisp voices of Lennon and McCartney playing in the background... I'd die happy. Theoretically. Well coupled with Frankie Blue Eyes and The Smiths...

Whatever happened to my beach house dream?

"Obla-di, Obla-da, life goes on!"

It does not get any better than that. The first image that pops up in my mind whenever I hear or hum this song is that of my dad singing it every time someone's down or he's bummed...

Yeah sometimes I wish I was a 70s (middle 60s?) child. Before Yoko Ono came about.

Whatever happened to my childhood dreams? I used to keep a list and I've seem to have misplaced it (where am I really? did I misplace the list or myself? I sound so old). My childhood daydream.

Ukraine.

"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in, it stops my mind from wondering... Where it will go?"

I don't understand why people underestimated Harrison so much... He wrote Something, Across the Universe and While My Guitar Gently Weeps... No one could've done it like he did.

So I was loading up Sgt. Peppers to play and the media player kept insisting on playing A Day in the Life as the first song... Gawd this is why CDs own mp3 by 1000x. One cannot listen to Sgt. Peppers out of order... Hmmm oh well Obla-di Obla-da.

"What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand out and walk out on me..?"

Listening to The Beatles, in my mind I'm transported.

Norwegian Wood. Is quite possibly one of the best songs ever.

Norwegian Wood = The Beatles + Haruki Murakami = Owned. Best combo ever.

Now that's an equation I can actually understand! ;D

jack-o-lanterns,

i couldn't be more satisfied than i am now.

fashion,

Sometimes I find it so funny when people say stuff like "Oh, do you ever see real people wear stuff straight from the runway? Fashion is completely pointless." It's pretty much like saying Michelangelo didn't contribute much to society.

Fashion is art, just like the Mona Lisa. Look at a dress in a different perspective (instead of through monetary and religious lenses) and you can see how beautiful it really is, how much of the designer's soul is put into making an exquisitely detailed work of art. From mere yards of fabric they create something spectacular, magical : again, like how artists paint canvasses, designers create dresses.

the big city,

Went to Toronto on sunday and it was fab seeing everyone again... I've missed them. Next place, Montreal! or did we plan for Guelph? Oh wells whichever comes first. I wish we had time to walk along the harbor... as the bus was pulling out of Union Station Naiz and I realized that it was only a block away from the bus stop. Well, better luck next time eh?

My seniors (I have no idea what the proper term is, people keep thinking that I'm talking about senior citizens) had this gathering the night of raya... dapat makan sate doh. that was cool, our seniors are fun people. Then the night after the boys cooked. And it was yum. You guys did a great job boys. Thanks for inviting us and being such great hosts!

I have an eff-lot of reading and homework to do... But I keep feeling like I'm still on holiday, which is hardly a good thing. Today I saw 2/5th's as 20%... My braincells are gone. I am so blur.

Oh well, onto Aplia then.