I was getting my usual dose of afternoon soap ie. Days of our Lives when a tiny message flashed across the bottom screen : This is the last episode of DOOL, channel 5 will no longer be showing this series. Thank you. I was torn between feeling relieved and outraged. What?! 8553 gruelling hours of watching the love triangle between Bow, Billy and Hope and there's no last act? How could they do this to me? Hours and hours of devotion to the series and now there's nothing to show for. !@#$%$@ Just as well, for these are the days of our lives. Lol
I love my cigarettes, even though I've made an involuntary claim to quit smoking for it now costs an extortionary $11 a pack, but who am i kidding? While puffing away at the park downstairs today, I met a man on a wheelchair, it was quite a sad sight, he was trying painfully to manoeuvre his wheels down a slope with the two good limbs he had left. His story? A car accident in 2001 which costs him his legs and left eye. He hasnt been out of the house since the car accident, and when asked of his family, he averted his one good eye and told me it was a long story. We chatted for a while before he took the lift up to his sad little flat on the 12th floor. "Try to quit smoking okay girl" were his words to me before the lift doors closed. These kind words from a stranger made me feel a little small, i should seriously think about quitting.
Here's a song for you, my neighbour on the little wheelchair.
The Piano Man by Billy Joel
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody? I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da
Chorus: Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me." As the smile ran away from his face "Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see To forget about life for a while And the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Guys guys, you've got to cut me some slack, a few days is nothing compared to the zealous fans who have been waiting forever for a post. :) Lol. Enough of bull crapping, lets get this started. The birth of this blog has been a laborious affair, and i want to thank the many friends who made this possible - Faith who blurted "its too green!", YY, Agus and Anonymous 1 & 2 for the encouragement. ;p Seriously, writing has never been my forte, so in my first post, i would rather share with you one of my favourite love poem.
Sonnet 17
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
