The Pina Colada Song.

I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read

"If you like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the Cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape."

I didn't think about my lady
I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady
Have fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper
Took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet
I thought it wasn't half bad

"Yes I like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red-tape
At a bar called O'Malley's
Where we'll plan our escape."

So I waited with high hopes
And she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady
And she said, "Oh it's you."
Then we laughed for a moment
And I said, "I never knew."

That you like Pina Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagne
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes of the Cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape

This is an upbeat and cheery song, with meaningful and real lyrics, but there's just something sad and grey about it that I just can't seem to put into words adequately.

Perhaps the thought that someone whom I love will get bored of me is so terrifying that I just cannot accept nor comprehend it. But I know, it'll happen. Either one day; or eventually. When things start to fall into place, when we start to assume roles in a relationship, when everything is done because they have to be done, and the spark of excitement or novelty in the relationship wears off due to bigger things like responsibility and work; it'll happen.

Sometimes I look at my parents, and I wonder just how much of what they do comprise of love, and how much are borne out of routine? No they're not the lovey-dovey kind who'd celebrate their anniversaries, or even hold each others' hand in public. I guess one would say that they belong to the more conservative lot, and they certainly do not care for birthday surprises or romantic gestures. Come to think of it, they really ARE conservative (and kinda dull). Hahaha. They'd rather a nice family dinner together, than to buy gifts and plan surprises each year for birthdays. Well, I'm fine with it because this has already become a routine (and honestly you'd run out of ideas if you had to surprise someone for the whole of your life no?); but sometimes I really wonder isn't it amazing that they've managed to keep this going, despite it all?

Regardless of whether they're simply doing it for the sake of doing it, or if they really do not need such gestures to remind each other of the love, I guess there's a mutual understanding that even without novelty and excitement, there is still love underlying the relationship; love as the foundation for what seems like a too perfect and well followed-through plan to me. But it doesn't really matter to me because I'm happy and thankful just as long as they're able to keep their relationship going strong. I really feel that it's a sad thing to want to divorce your partner at the age of 60, but you don't, simply because you're "too old". My grandparents probably got married and formed a family more so out of obligation than love. So it's understandable when now they don't seem to be on good terms, and my grandmother wants to leave. I understand. But I'd really hate for that to happen. Anyway, I doubt I'd be able to take it positively when the one you're supposed to grow old with for the rest of your life decides to leave you. :(

Well I don't need fancy dinners (but once in blue moon would be nice, heh), and huge extravagant surprises. Like my parents, I don't see the need to celebrate anniversaries the way others do, and I could certainly get used to just having a simple dinner with my loved one to celebrate happy occasions. But I guess it'd be really nice if I could have someone who appreciates the little things I do, and by that, I mean saying "thank you". Isn't it funny how we don't quite thank the ones that we ought to thank enough? Take my mother, for example. She cooks on Sunday nights - a rare treat for our family. She is always the one who eats last, and also the one who gets to sit down and relax last. I've always felt guilty towards my mum because she's always the one who'll wash up after us, while we happily digest the food while watching tv. But she would do it without complaints, and I really am touched though it may seem like nothing at all. :)

I am tired, and my head is threatening to blow up if I don't give it a rest. Just needed to get my thoughts out! Night!