What's Real

What is real, are you real?
Am I talking real?
Is my interaction with you real?
Are you my reader real?
Is my impression on you real?
Will you remain real if I inadvertently forget you?
Is your impression on me real?
How much of you are just the figments?
Of my memory, my imagination, my fantasy or my dream?
I sure have dreamt high and well

One Hot Early Summer Night

Eyes burning from the chlorine infested swimming pool at the gym
but still reading on The Great Gatsby, chapter 7
on the bus heading in the direction of long island
going across Queensborough bridge
crossing Hudson River East that Gastby crossed to come into the city
with a girl sitting across flipping and reading her bible, how adorable.

One Summer Day

Today is not a perfect day in an idealistic way but it is a perfect day in an imperfect way for me. It was forecast to be raining the whole day and since there are enough summer blockbuster movies accumulated enough already in the theaters, I decided to spend a day at the theater. I watched several of them as I always do ever since I came to the States, in the following order:

Fast And Furious 6, which was awesome because all the action scenes are put together nicely and coherently with the great plot. It has to be one of the best action movies around to date.

The Hangover 3, it is as funny as ever for me and served its purpose well as a comedy.

Star Trek, I was pleasantly surprised and attracted to the world of star trek when I watched the first one, but this second one was kinda bland for me, a non-star trek fan.

Iron Man 3, entertaining but I didn't quite get it, with Tony Stark's thought patterns and decisions etc, compared to the previous ones, which have been going down hill since the first one.

The Great Gatsby, totally resonated with me, of fame, respect, effort, honor, loyalty, wealth, with all of them driven primarily by love (romance), in the great New York City/Wall Street/Long Island. Perhaps not a lot of people do, but for me the whole story and characters make perfect sense for me, especially with Jay Gatsby himself. Some nice quotes eliciting the themes in The Great Gatsby:

Of the attempt to comprehend the variety/heterogeneity of lives existing in this bustling city
“I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

Of holding onto the past
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

Of a man's big dreams, which sadly almost always fall short in the face of reality, especially when imposed excessively on others, with much hopes and expectation invested
“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

Of a man too deep in own's "truth"
“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

Of the beginnings, the triggers in life
“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.”

Though tragic, Gatsby lived a life short still complete, empty and full, blatant yet simple, deceitful but more honest than most, religious elements aside.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”