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And, it rained...

After a dry spell where the weather was sometimes warm and other times cold, the much anticipated downpour came. But the rain sure mark its arrival in style. Rather than the standard half hour - one hour long shower, it rained for a day and a bit, taking respites and coming back in full force. All day long I stared blankly at the sky, and all day long, a mulling, moody nimbostratus stared back, responding to my goading with brilliant flashes of lightning bolts. The sweet smell of rain eventually washed gently over us in our slumber and enhanced the nectar of our dreams. It was a beautiful day...

Someone told me that the rain was to herald the arrival of winter and the days will only get colder from now on. Yes, the shivering and the puffing pale cheeks will soon return to haunt the tropical dwellers.

Greek mythology holds that Winter is caused by the sadness of Demeter, goddess of the harvest as she weeps the departure of her daughter, Persephone, who has to spend half a year in the Underworld with her husband, Hades. Maternal love, a concept that dates back even to pre-Christ eras, simply shows the power of the mother and child bond.

And suddenly, all alone and lost in this world, I missed Mum...

posted by -tourniquet- @ 4/30/2007 07:15:00 am 1 comments

Déjà vu

Once more, that sinking feeling one gets when he is maligned for a wrong committed by someone else has occurred. What can I say? If being the lightning rod (totally innocent aside) can ease pressure for everyone, sigh.. I will.. fill that post..

A fragmentation of the helpless soul? I sit and weep..

The weekend of promise awaits and the lure of sweet sleep plays a soft lullaby in the distant green..

posted by -tourniquet- @ 4/27/2007 12:50:00 pm 0 comments

Of British Comedies and Angst

I have to admit, in the past week, I have fallen hopelessly in love with the BBC series of The Office and Extras. In an nutshell, they are simply... brilliant. Love the sarcasm, love the humour and most of all, absolutely adore the creativity in the scripts. Rather than settling for cheap and crass antics aimed at provoking sympathetic laughs, both series challenge the viewer's ability to delve into the character's lives. More often than not, it is easy to find oneself laughing out of empathy for the ordinary (dysfunctional?) folks as they attempt to find their feet in society.

My advice for starters? Prepare a good brew and breeze through the series. Trust me, you will love it.

Just finished watching the Christmas Special of The Office, which is incidentally the final piece for the whole series. To a large extent, writers Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant concluded many of the sub-plots which have been revolving in the minds of viewers since the first episode. It was pleasing, no doubt, but yet equally sad as tying up the loose ends effectively spelt the absolute end for the production.

Returning to the final episode, I have to rate the union of Dawn and Tim as the highlight of the finale. For a relationship which has seen the permanent separation of the two favourite characters, Dawn's return at the end was highly anticipated but never expected. But still, it was a good touch to end with the fairy-tale ending. What can I say? I confess, I am the fall guy who gets in touch with his anima for soppy tearjerkers.

A song which played towards the end and has ever since been on my player is Back For Good by Take That. Sentimental and vintage, for old time's sake.

Back For Good, Take That

I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn't good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can't you find a little room inside for me

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

And we'll be together, this time is forever
We'll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

I guess now it's time, that you came back for good

A soppy love song to rouse emotions as I conclude my post... I do want her back for good but if signs are anything to go by, the empty mailbox reminds me that things are not to be...

posted by -tourniquet- @ 4/16/2007 08:43:00 am 0 comments

Seeking

Of late, I find myself bogged down by a seemingly endless stream of commitments. Time never seemed so elusive in our diurnal games of hide-and-seek till now. Yes, Time is triumphing and the game could soon be over before it even begins. In turn, my futile searches have only yielded me more grief, more frustration. Watching others around you cruise smoothly while trying to keep up with broken paddles is never a fun position. Revenge and retribution for schadenfreude? I wonder...

And as my wondering thoughts take me to a faraway place, where the daffodils blossom in the evergreen fields beset by snowy mountains, I shall adjourn this space and fulfil my date with Time.

posted by -tourniquet- @ 4/12/2007 03:57:00 pm 0 comments

Overload, Overkill

It is probably about time to say that I have finally settled down into my new environment. For those who have been puzzled by my prolonged absence in communication, yes, I have perhaps taken on more than I can manage and paid a heavy price. Thank you for not striking me out and labelling me as persona non grata, thank you.

Looking at the daunting amount of work in front of the desk is always hard, especially if your mind seems to be a million miles away, especially if your heart lies a million miles away... You never know what you lose until you miss it, how hackneyed but.. how true. I have often thought of the future but too often, I have been chided for not cherishing the present. Yet, a day spent without you by my side never sounded enticing, no, it never did and it never will.

I was once told, there are two things in life you cannot take back: a missed opportunity and a spoken word. It may come as a shock to you that I often reflect on what I could have done and could have said when we were together but held back in hesitation. Some words, carefully constructed remain deeply embedded within and may never surface. I am sorry...

Why the contrite mood? Perhaps it is a mere response to melancholic Autumn as it gently sweeps across the front yard, bringing with it the foreboding chill of Winter? The myriad of confused thoughts gradually form a vortex and as it unleashes the fury, gradually fragments all that stands in its way...

Back to work, overloaded and overkilled... Must get through this...

posted by -tourniquet- @ 4/02/2007 09:09:00 am 0 comments