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Last night I watched Imagine John Lennon, a documentary about, of course, John Lennon. Yeah he’s so cute! No wonder multitudes of girls (and perhaps closet gays) are going gaga over the Beatles. I now have a sudden crush on the Ringo Starr and John Lennon! I maybe a little outdated I know, but what the heck! There was Yoko, his wife (2nd wife for that matter), his son to her who looks oddly like Harry Potter in a weird rocker vest, and of course John himself. I learned to love John and Yoko after watching the documentary. I wish I could have someone to love me as much as John loved Yoko. Wishes, wishes. Hahahaha! The film was brilliant! I mean, it managed to pull itself out of the usual documentary style that detached the audience from the person or things or whatever it is that if being documented. I maybe a movie buff, but I’m never a sucker for documentaries, never. Well except for Supersized Me that is. *wink*
Then I realized, indeed a man of the world doesn’t belong to someone. Never. Unless he decided to settle to an equally unconfined soul.. Yet I myself am also draw to “men of the world”. Remembering a scene from Frida, Diego Rivera’s ex- wife spoke of him as a man of the world. That maybe he is not the most attractive man in the room, nor the most eligible, yet women are drawn to him. Why? Because nobody can have him, and that very reality makes him even more tempting and far more attractive than any other hombres.
Yes, I like him. For some reasons I can barely fathom. He is a man of the world, he was just not aware of it. Or maybe it’s just I, thinking that he is owned by no one because I do hope his not. This is sick I know. But then, I can’t help it. Pasensya na di ko sinasadya. O baka nalilito lang ako. Baka nga. Sana.
This is a premature, I know. I have to fix this site first before lamenting over childish dilemma. I know.
pebi talking in gibberish again around 8:08 AM
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