I miss that lady
That girl, that woman.
Perhaps it is this gloom
That sinks me knee-deep
In the drudge of the absence
Of hope, of Purpose.
Repeatedly the woman in habit
Spoke of a true sense of self
A brilliant honesty with self
An enlightenment.
O sacred self,
Where art thou hiding?
Uncle T
5 May 2006
Dragging this chasm around... 1:34 am
Orders some purpose in this existence...
I have been dragging my fatigued body around the whole day; a good distance from Yio Chu Kang-NUH, NUH-Boon Lay, Boon Lay-YCK, YCK Somerset...
The tired body consequently drags the mind down with it too. Despite such drugery, I believed I scored a miniscule victory at work, and will work towards a series of few more, since snatching the big wins are hard (in life as well).
I headed down to Acid Bar today, with David and Wendy not only being nice to let me do 4 songs, but also bough me Ribena with 7-up (one of my favs!). Sigh...have so much more ground to cover musically. yet, I still want opportunities to perform and find my vocal tone that I have yet to discover. Wendy says she will help via pointers.
It's late. I'm allowing the vicious cycle repeat itself, and tomorrow shall be a long day again. Let's stride through the mud of drudge.
(forgive me, its close to 2 in the morning)
The lack of purpose
Forms a chasm of
Drudge.
Where is the stride forward?
What is weighing me?
Discordance!
Uncle T
I have been dragging my fatigued body around the whole day; a good distance from Yio Chu Kang-NUH, NUH-Boon Lay, Boon Lay-YCK, YCK Somerset...
The tired body consequently drags the mind down with it too. Despite such drugery, I believed I scored a miniscule victory at work, and will work towards a series of few more, since snatching the big wins are hard (in life as well).
I headed down to Acid Bar today, with David and Wendy not only being nice to let me do 4 songs, but also bough me Ribena with 7-up (one of my favs!). Sigh...have so much more ground to cover musically. yet, I still want opportunities to perform and find my vocal tone that I have yet to discover. Wendy says she will help via pointers.
It's late. I'm allowing the vicious cycle repeat itself, and tomorrow shall be a long day again. Let's stride through the mud of drudge.
(forgive me, its close to 2 in the morning)
The lack of purpose
Forms a chasm of
Drudge.
Where is the stride forward?
What is weighing me?
Discordance!
Uncle T
3 May 2006
It's still sinking in... 11:49 pm
Orders nasi briani with chicken curry and some company...
After a rather depressing day at work (for a few reasons), I bused down to City Hall, and met up with Russ and Kel, and their friends. We made our way to the Catholic Centre down at Waterloo.
Today's was the final installation of a series of forums, and the topic today was on homosexuality and the Church.
As we closed the session with "troubled hearts", there indeed was a challenge laid down to all of us in learning to respect and love homosexuals, first as people. Of course, many of us, including the panel, wished for the Church to take more proactive steps towards helping gays to manage their tendencies that run contrary to cultural, religious and social norms.
I was heartened by the presence of a gay guy's, who spearheads Christian groups for gays, willingness to arrive at a meeting point with the Church's stand, which SEEMS to be a cemented one.
Uncle T
After a rather depressing day at work (for a few reasons), I bused down to City Hall, and met up with Russ and Kel, and their friends. We made our way to the Catholic Centre down at Waterloo.
Today's was the final installation of a series of forums, and the topic today was on homosexuality and the Church.
As we closed the session with "troubled hearts", there indeed was a challenge laid down to all of us in learning to respect and love homosexuals, first as people. Of course, many of us, including the panel, wished for the Church to take more proactive steps towards helping gays to manage their tendencies that run contrary to cultural, religious and social norms.
I was heartened by the presence of a gay guy's, who spearheads Christian groups for gays, willingness to arrive at a meeting point with the Church's stand, which SEEMS to be a cemented one.
O Sacred me,
Wherefore art thou?
Tis hiding behind
Conveniences of secular alibi?
Uncle T
2 May 2006
And as if that wasn't enough... 11:56 pm
The boys brought me to Hard Rock for dinner tonight. Thanks buddies, including the little surprise that you gave me :) That will be for us to know. Cheers buddies, to the CB Club. You guys have been a real blessing.
A toast! Where's the ONE?
Uncle T
That what friends are for... 11:32 pm
Orders a good dose of blessings and gratitude, for 21 wonderful years...
Happy Birthday, nicfoo
Had the best birthday gathering last Sunday. Indeed. Good food, family, best friends, and sheer ridiculous fun.
After an exhausting game of soccer with Russ and Wei Ze (Seng joined us later), we headed to the function room (not without meeting the chick in white at the pool!).
With the last of the 15 friends streaming in, we had food from across the island that my dad and I went round to bring to the dinner table: rendang from 6th Ave, Hokkien Mee from Kallang, curry from Whoampo and duck from Balestier.
Courtesy of my sis, we had games after cutting cake (which was an awesome cheese brownie) with insane forfeits: like plucking 21 strands of my leg hair, which was subsequently downed (with Coke) by Lucas! Geez!
The rest was history; good fun, dumped in the pool...
Who could ask for anything more?
A dearest family,
Friends of old,
Friends of recent years,
Relationships that defined,
People that inspired
Me.
Who could ask for anything more?
But the completing presence
Of my galvanising angel
Amen!
Uncle T
Happy Birthday, nicfoo
Had the best birthday gathering last Sunday. Indeed. Good food, family, best friends, and sheer ridiculous fun.
After an exhausting game of soccer with Russ and Wei Ze (Seng joined us later), we headed to the function room (not without meeting the chick in white at the pool!).
With the last of the 15 friends streaming in, we had food from across the island that my dad and I went round to bring to the dinner table: rendang from 6th Ave, Hokkien Mee from Kallang, curry from Whoampo and duck from Balestier.
Courtesy of my sis, we had games after cutting cake (which was an awesome cheese brownie) with insane forfeits: like plucking 21 strands of my leg hair, which was subsequently downed (with Coke) by Lucas! Geez!
The rest was history; good fun, dumped in the pool...
Who could ask for anything more?
A dearest family,
Friends of old,
Friends of recent years,
Relationships that defined,
People that inspired
Me.
Who could ask for anything more?
But the completing presence
Of my galvanising angel
Amen!
Uncle T
30 Apr 2006
What a pretty Sunday... 8:20 am
Orders a teh...
Indeed, it is a pretty Sunday morning, blue skies, with the gentle sunlight amiably meeting the pinnacle of the roofs, the cool air generous.
I'm heading off to Sunday Mass soon, but cannot bear the urge to pen my thoughts:
The 29th day of the 4th month of the 2006th year after Christ, the day after the day before, the day before today, the day before tomorrow: YESTERDAY
I met a friend for a short lunch yesterday; I was introduced to good wholemeal sandwiches (yes, in my latest attempt to lose the girth the fast way: eating right. its not working...) from Lido, and had a delightful chat on the local politics, the apathy, the fashionable trend to being alternative etc.
I intended to do an UNfashionable thing last evening, attending a rally or two of the local political parties. Could not find company, and Daddy and I had errands to run. Dang. Will try attend one this GE.
My Heart in Sri Lanka (heh, good title for a sappy love song yes?)
I miss that princess of mine. I just heard of the news that the rebels are holding open hostilities with the Sri Lankan authorities in the northern regions. I pray for minimal collateral damage, and no fight be brought into Colombo and Kandy.
Dante Promotion!!!!
I did manage to convince Russ to take up a Dante to read (the first canticle) and hope to do likewise with as many other friends. I love that guy, Dante the Poet. I just finished his biography and am reading a random book "Ghandi and India", and of course lapping up "Inferno".
Where have all the flowers gone?
Just before I scoot, I would like to raise a pertinent issue that has been weighing on my mind of late. It is indeed sad, from my humble observation, that it is increasingly so that values of universal worth (chivalry, courage, loyalty) seem to retreat only into TV programs, ancient films, classical novels, the cynisist's playground, and seem lacking from the core of society and our human existence.
Perhaps I'll elaborate further in another post, but think about it. Where is the romanticism in true love? Where is the admiration in courgage in standing by one's principles? Does the measure of self worth have degenerated to the point of using only one indicator, that of one's paycheck or bank account statement?
Indeed, where is that rustic charm of the human spirit?
Uncle T
Indeed, it is a pretty Sunday morning, blue skies, with the gentle sunlight amiably meeting the pinnacle of the roofs, the cool air generous.
I'm heading off to Sunday Mass soon, but cannot bear the urge to pen my thoughts:
The 29th day of the 4th month of the 2006th year after Christ, the day after the day before, the day before today, the day before tomorrow: YESTERDAY
I met a friend for a short lunch yesterday; I was introduced to good wholemeal sandwiches (yes, in my latest attempt to lose the girth the fast way: eating right. its not working...) from Lido, and had a delightful chat on the local politics, the apathy, the fashionable trend to being alternative etc.
I intended to do an UNfashionable thing last evening, attending a rally or two of the local political parties. Could not find company, and Daddy and I had errands to run. Dang. Will try attend one this GE.
My Heart in Sri Lanka (heh, good title for a sappy love song yes?)
I miss that princess of mine. I just heard of the news that the rebels are holding open hostilities with the Sri Lankan authorities in the northern regions. I pray for minimal collateral damage, and no fight be brought into Colombo and Kandy.
Dante Promotion!!!!
I did manage to convince Russ to take up a Dante to read (the first canticle) and hope to do likewise with as many other friends. I love that guy, Dante the Poet. I just finished his biography and am reading a random book "Ghandi and India", and of course lapping up "Inferno".
Where have all the flowers gone?
Just before I scoot, I would like to raise a pertinent issue that has been weighing on my mind of late. It is indeed sad, from my humble observation, that it is increasingly so that values of universal worth (chivalry, courage, loyalty) seem to retreat only into TV programs, ancient films, classical novels, the cynisist's playground, and seem lacking from the core of society and our human existence.
Perhaps I'll elaborate further in another post, but think about it. Where is the romanticism in true love? Where is the admiration in courgage in standing by one's principles? Does the measure of self worth have degenerated to the point of using only one indicator, that of one's paycheck or bank account statement?
Indeed, where is that rustic charm of the human spirit?
Uncle T