February 17, 2006

These Are The Days' of Lei's Life

*revised Feb. 18th, 2005*

Due to a request by a blog reader for more personal heart wrenching content, I now bring you the annual blog entry of..."The Days of Lei's Life"

Looking at the picture, he could not keep the tears back. One by one they slid down his face and onto the floor spreading perfectly in every direction.

A week earlier she stood in front of him. Shirt open, pressing herself against him. He slid his hand down against her chest. This would be the last time and he knew it. She wanted more but he wouldn't give in.
"You're with another now. Our time is over." They held each other for one last kiss before he left that day.

The picture was returned. Just a normal picture. Held up against the light on a piece of slide film, you could see the image of her face. All those years gone by but nowhere to go but forwards.


Thursday I met up with the blind date just for drinks. Running late as always, I stopped at a Zellers nearby to find some sort of gift. In the toy department I frantically went through everything they had not being able to decide what to get. Girls like stuffed cute animals right? After a couple of minutes of searching and making a small mess, I found what I thought was suitable and quickly left the scene.

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What was originally going to be a quick introduction to get to know each other turned into a three hour gab fest. Partway through my blind date started telling me about her grandmother.
"She's sick."
"From what?" I asked.
"I don't know but she's really old." My blind date became distraught over this having very strong family ties.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"Ninety eight."
"Is she very weak and frail? Will she make it?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to think about the what if. When I was living with my sister in Toronto, we used to go for a walk in the cemetary nearby. It was the only park by our apartment. People would jog there, take there dogs for walks there. Everyone would be there. Now it would feel so horrible if I knew that she was there lying in the ground." Not that exact cemetary but it was one nonetheless.
"Don't worry, the doctors will take care of her. Your sister is a nurse so she can also help out too."
Through the window of the coffee shop, she saw an old woman pushing a cart up the sidewalk. Her skin was dry and wrinkled. Her hair was a mess all grey and curled every which way. She couldn't stand up straight but kept trudging along up the street. My date ran out the door to the old woman. She couldn't handle the site of an old woman like her own grandmother.
"Don't leave me!" she cried out towards the old woman on the street.
I ran out after her and just as I did, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
"Oh god. This isn't good." Lei grabs his chest and falls to the ground. My blind date turned around and came back towards me.
"Whats wrong? Is something wrong?"
"I don't think I'm going to make it."
"Oh my god, we have to get you to the hospital!" said the blind date.
"Forget the hospital! I have a hockey game tonight." Slowly he stretches out his left arm and opens his hand. "Here, take the keys. You have to go. My team needs you."
"But I don't know how to skate?"
'It's alright. Half the guys can only skate forwards so no one will notice. Use my gear. It doesn't stink like most others. Especially since I hardly use it anymore."
With that, she grabbed the keys to his car and left.


Stay tuned next year when we visit the hospital to find out what happens to Lei, the blind dates grandmother and the shocking secret of the blind dates sister.

Note:Certain parts of this entry have been embellished and/or created for your reading pleasure.

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Comments

Have you been smoking crack lately?

Posted by: Mav at February 24, 2006 06:57 PM

Mr. Zellers is going to be pretty pissed at you.

Posted by: tsubame at February 18, 2006 10:32 AM

What the heck was that blog about?!?!?

Posted by: Ichiro at February 18, 2006 07:45 AM

I feel dizzy...

Posted by: Pete at February 17, 2006 11:56 PM
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