...scribbling on frozen windscreens...
...easter candles and Mass on a weekday...
...what a gentleman. not many of us left these days...
...christmas cards left on the parish table. waiting...
...wandering about the times when their white hair was black/brown...
...closing my eyes and images rushing in, forcing a smile...
...the sweet coincidence in His plans...
To school!
Uncle T
13 Dec 2007
The Rediscovery of...... 6:35 am
I'm gonna discover; rediscover something that I once knew. I think the last time I truly felt it was....15,16? I'm gonna find it back now. It's somewhere....I just know it. Gotta find it.
Debate. One of the best ways to learn is debate, discuss, dispute. Ask questions. Ask questions of questions.
Some people deem it lonely. Solitude, perhaps? Amidst the cold. Was this not what I asked for?
You awake daily with the hope that you bump into a stranger, a book, a phrase, that will change your life forever. That hope is powerful.
Uncle T
Debate. One of the best ways to learn is debate, discuss, dispute. Ask questions. Ask questions of questions.
Some people deem it lonely. Solitude, perhaps? Amidst the cold. Was this not what I asked for?
You awake daily with the hope that you bump into a stranger, a book, a phrase, that will change your life forever. That hope is powerful.
Uncle T
Random spurts from the library 3:04 am
As usual, been ages since I've blogged. Funny that's how often I start entries these days.
In the library in week 1 of the holidays. Trying, which is the key verb, to do my assignments before I head off for a long, and costly, holiday this Sunday.
Do you not sometimes get the urge to tell the world how you feel inside? Perhaps those urges manifest today in terms of blogging. And mass school murders.
Filled with trepidation about this holiday. Nice, rosy things tend to upset; we often set too ridiculous expectations to such things; like holding an ice ball and hoping it would last forever. But on a happier note, the holiday would be with Yong :) Darling, let's have a splendid holiday! (considering the amount of money we are spending on it).
But I think first we have to see what we define as a "good holiday".
Miss my housemates. They are good people. Miss people back home.
Uncle T
In the library in week 1 of the holidays. Trying, which is the key verb, to do my assignments before I head off for a long, and costly, holiday this Sunday.
Do you not sometimes get the urge to tell the world how you feel inside? Perhaps those urges manifest today in terms of blogging. And mass school murders.
Filled with trepidation about this holiday. Nice, rosy things tend to upset; we often set too ridiculous expectations to such things; like holding an ice ball and hoping it would last forever. But on a happier note, the holiday would be with Yong :) Darling, let's have a splendid holiday! (considering the amount of money we are spending on it).
But I think first we have to see what we define as a "good holiday".
Miss my housemates. They are good people. Miss people back home.
Uncle T