| ひとりの夜もそばにいようぜ　君と僕の歌を歌う

Been thinking about:

the houses in Malibu
inspired by The Used

What seperates...

the rich and the poor?
the bands from the fans?
the people sitting on bleechers and the people walkin on red carpets?
the chauffer and the chauffeured in the stretch limousine?
the houses along Malibu beach and the houses in San Fernando (which btw,
still, is not cheap)?

is it:

talent?
opportunity?
hard work?
plain luck or fate?

watching the house go by as we drove down the Pacific Coast Highway, the ocean breeze and the million(s) dollar houses that lined the coast and mountains side by side, I'm begining to think that it's not really up to talent, opportunity or hard work and even vision-- but all the more to do with plain luck and fate.

i think about my brother and what dreams he had may come- and i think about the house in Malibu that foggy night and the stars that flood my TV/Computer screen- i'm thinking that if we were really meant to be something, someone, we would have been by now.

I'm sitting listening to The Used All That I've Got, live in Soma. It's a really inspiring track because i know friends who are The Used crazy and was probably in that mosh pit at Soma during this recording-

and i can't help but imagine Bert up there on stage singing to this crowd and i can't help but think of those who have made it "big"-- The Used, Nate... and i wonder about them-

and i think it's fate, all part of our meng sui (??)

and sometimes when you're fated for it, it's hard to ever stray from a path that was meant for you.

and then there are those who were never meant for it, who try their hardest and still can never make it there because it was never meant to be theirs...

i asked my friend yesterday as we drove past Malibu, what does it take to own one of these homes along the beach? (or perch up on the clifss, whichever you prefer: the rising oceantides to erode your house or bush fires to consume it on the hills)

It takes money, yes...

But shite, it takes way more than that!

In a way those born rich will always be richer- for there isn't a need to even struggle- think Paris Hilton :P or even wha- Jessica Simpson- whatever.

Thinking about them, thinking about people residing in these homes and the outrageously gigantic ones in Bel Air or Sunset or Beverly Hills, i've come to belive that it takes more than just money, man. It takes fate or destiny- something that we have entire no control over.

And in the end, as much as i do love the overcast skies across Malibu and it's perpetual beautiful gloom- a part of me- actually, almost everything in me knows that it is not my destiny--

I can only pray that those whom i know who have been blest with the capacity to pursue such dreams have that magic ingredient to make it, called destiny- a fate to become that i believe we can only become if we were meant for it to be.

So this is my depression for the day- Hollywood kills you. Living in the proximity of Hollywood also kills you- Beware: the shadows of them 9 letters perched up on that hill reachers far beyond the boundaries of Hollywood/Highland.

Neways.... here are the pictures that haunt me... driving down the PCH at night from Santa Monica to Malibu and back... the fog, the cold, the overcast sky. There's a serenity to Malibu that i like... it's not the "Hollywood" image of it... i don't see no palm trees there (nor much of the sun for that matter!)... But it's the empty beaches at night, the soft waves, and the unassuming beachfront houses that look more like empty shacks that lines the PCH, the overcast grey skies in the evening time shrouding everything in a perpetual gloom... there's a sort of serenity to those time that made me like Malibu...

and of course, it never hurts to drive 6 miles down to Santa Monica Pier at night either and the ferris wheel and old worn out carnival games and rides and neon lights there....

it's all very, very beautiful... in it's own placid way that i like...