Friday, November 2, 2007

Paul Anka Singing in my Head

As chronicled by Glenn Ala at 7:39 PM
I was looking through old photographs looking for pictures I could post on this blog, and suddenly I found myself close to tears.

It's been years since I last looked at these photos and I was overwhelmed by all the memories (and emotions) that they brought back. I have lived over 33 years in the world and so much has happened. So much has changed. Life is so different now.

To top it off, someone in the neighborhood started playing Paul Anka's Times of Your Life. Call me pathetic but that got me. I couldn't stop crying.

(Fine. Rub it in.)

Anyhow, I decided to make this blog a real chronicle of how life has changed and how it continues to do so for me. As with my poems, I will post the pictures as I go along. There's plenty to keep me busy in the next few months.

In the meantime, enjoy the lyrics of Paul Anka's classic. Please, don't try to sing it. It ruins the drama. Hahaha!

Times of Your Life
Paul Anka

Good morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?

The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life? (do you remember?)

Reach out for the joy and the sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow

Here comes the saddest part (comes the saddest part)
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life?

Gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life?

Of your life
Of your life
Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life?

Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life?
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2 comments:

  1. PRUE HALLIWEL :: OBSERVER OF LIFENovember 3, 2007 at 5:03 PM

    Oh well, sorry... i did sing it... hehehe!

    oo nga... can be a real tearjerker... when we look back, we can't help but miss everybody that passed by... recall lessons learned... and the moments we've let slip by...

    but i hope you have no "what if's" and "if only"... haaaaay... where would you be 10 years from now? classic queston...

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  2. Glenn AlaNovember 15, 2007 at 7:02 PM

    hey prue, the way i live my life, i have learned to do what my heart tells me to do. that way i do not ever have to regret anything in my life.

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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.

LA POESÍA

Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda