Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Esoteric

Reading about the woes of the region seems surreal when you are surrounded by lush greenery and the comfort of the heater blowing gently behind. I am still struggling to get off the blocks (I credit the wee bit of sprinting imagery here to my track days...thats right, track days, haha..) and get my act together. It could be an unexplainable longing for something that seems to evade me despite my best efforts. Oh well...

I think age has a surrepitious way of reminding me that I am no longer the sprightly teenager who can run effortlessly for miles (kilometres if you prefer more sedated ramblings, haha...). My legs hurt from two days of slight physical activity and for the first time, I understand the saying that one's legs feel like lead. Nevertheless, the battle against the bulge must continue...

Now that Sis has constantly bemoaned the lack of uplifting blog entries, I will endeavour to share a rather embarrassing and amusing incident.

Tourniquet: I am listening to this mandarin song at the moment and I really like it.
sandy: What is it?
Tourniquet: It is called Xiao Chou Yu = Small Ugly Fish
sandy: Weird, I have not heard of it...

*Tourniquet in sudden realisation and horror*

Tourniquet: Oops, its actually Clownfish...but nevermind...
sandy: !!!

*For those who remain blissfully lost, Xiao Chou Yu actually translates into Clownfish while yours truly took the literal meaning...Shucks.

posted by -tourniquet- @ 7/24/2007 09:20:00 am 0 comments

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Questions

Have I gotten over it?
Can I get over it?
How do I get over it?
Should I get over it?
Would I ever get over it?

What is it? It...remains locked away within me, a fading semblance of hope that I once depended upon for sustainment during those lonely days and lonely nights. It was an idea, an ideal figment of my imagination, but it will probably come to naught. Exasperation seems a likelier companion in the vortex of recurring and painful realities .

posted by -tourniquet- @ 7/11/2007 01:30:00 pm 0 comments

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Confused Thoughts

Coming back revived many memories, some sweet and some forgettable... Changes were always expected but the rate of their occurrences have struck me, in more ways than simple awe. Pondering and staring blankly seems to be the only expression to stifle the thoughts racing through my head... Is it sadness? I do not know... yet, I suppose its inevitable. People move on, places swap locations, while the returning still live in their little cocoon of dreams, holding onto a world that no longer holds the truth..deracinated from the reality that is overwhelmingly different.

Song Beneath The Song by Maria Taylor

Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

Oh now the roots are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metred time
Muted chimes find the beat

And in the pulse there lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
The cymbals swell
High notes flail into reach

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

It's not a love, it's not a love,
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song...

Maybe it really never meant to be a love song...

posted by -tourniquet- @ 7/08/2007 02:44:00 am 0 comments