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.

hamilton's a fine fine place,

and i'm so tired. the view of lake ontario on the mountain is breathtaking.... it stretches into infinity. apparently it's right behind my campus so I'm gonna go check it out today. plus the royal botanical gardens as well.

i've probably seen half of the city... downtown's pretty sketchy, but it's got character, i adore it. went to sapporo last night for the dinner with sponsors... eggplant and squid ring tempura, yum!

can't wait for school year to start. my brains are rotting away..

Red bag,

I've been packing and unpacking and packing and unpacking. I'm not sure why that is... Most people would see it as a sign of nervousness, others excitement. I myself, have absolutely no idea. It's been tiring, that's for sure. It's hard when there's only a week left.

I love the fasting month. Maybe it's my psyche (I've always had the superstitious belief that the devils are locked up during Ramadhan), or maybe it's just mind over matter... It's so much easier for me to wake up and pray as I hear the beautiful sounds of the Azan... This month makes me think about God the most.

Pasar Ramadhan doh. Syiok giler.

I want the 21st century to have a sinatra. a lennon. a marvin gaye. a nat king cole. a beatles. a beatles. a beatles.
a martin luther king. a john f. kennedy. a mahatma gandhi.
an auden. an e.e. cummings.
i don't want another wilfred owen.