In other news...40th U.S. President Ronald Reagan passed away yesterday. I was watching some of the features on him and it's pretty sad that he didn't get to enjoy the last years of his life. Alzheimer's is a terrible disease and I can just imagine him bed-ridden, without any concrete memories, and not being able to do a thing about it. I admire Mrs. Reagan for standing by him all this time --it's bloody sad to watch your loved one like that and not be able to communicate with him or have a meaningful relationship with him anymore. It's a huge burden. In any case, he lived a great life full of many experiences. As for his presidency, I admit I don't know much about the impact of his contributions, but I do know that he genuinely cared about this country. My condolences.
1) I'm really digging craigslist.com at the moment. I don't know why I find it fascinating but I find myself going through the various postings every few days or so. Lately, I've been looking at the "musicians" section in hopes that I can form a band with fellow Cure-lovers and start rocking. I'd be happy with a band that plays gigs every so often at CBGB's or ACME Underground and attracts fans through word-of-mouth. It's weird because at the same time, I'm afraid of performing on stage yet here I am wanting to be a semi rock-star. Ha.
2) Okay, so I'm a dreamer. I want to be a million things in life and I still feel like a kid most of the time. "When I grow up, I want to be..." that is my working motto. Of course I know most of my "ambitions" will never see the light of day (I'm not that dedicated to some of them; it's more like "It would be nice to be a
3) I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali, I'm going back to Cali... the end of this month. I haven't been to Los Angeles since year 2001 I think? Not sure. The times I have been back are for quick trips such as a wedding, or a stopover. When I left L.A. in 1995, I sort of left it for good. I lived there from May 1988 to June 1995. That's a fairly long time. My parents decided to move to NYC in 1993 so they did and I lived in L.A. by myself (with friends) to finish high school. My parents only let me do that because I had things going for myself in high school that would look good to colleges, so they allowed me to stay there as long as I came to the East Coast after graduating. So this is how I ended up here. I don't remember much about the geography of Los Angeles. I didn't get to drive when I was there, nor was I old enough to hit the club scene or anything. All the memories I have of Los Angeles are about school, my friends, Melrose Avenue, assimilating to the U.S. (the first couple of years was shite), and my first love. As of now, I have no ties to Cali aside from one friend who lives there and random high school acquaintances (including my high school English teacher). When I go there, I plan on revisiting old haunts and taking caring of some business. I'm there to close up shop. We'll see.