"Its Beginning to Look Alot Like Christmas..." 5:31 am

"Its Beginning to Look Alot Like Christmas..."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..." Nat King Cole's voice lingers through the small warm room of mine at Hurst. With fairy lights framing my window, the darkness beyond the panes lies darkness and white snow.

It snowed today. In October. This shall be my final winter before returning graduating. All the nostalgia rush back, of that magical feeling I had when I first saw snow fall in Tocil Warwick 2 years ago. I recalled that night, jumping out into the snow in my PJs. Today, I was in a coat when I casually walked into the snow.

Something is different this time. Even whilst Senior Minister of State and his Foreign Affairs aides were literally jumping for joy on a snowy visit to Warwick today, I just smiled to myself. No jumping into the snow, just a smile.

Some might claim its the age catching up with me. Really? Perhaps I've learnt to appreciate a different kind of joy. A quiet joy. An elation that spreads warmly across your body and leads to a smile.

Well, putting all that aside, its just nice to reminiscent about the slips and falls of the aftermath of snow, and the amazing child-like joy as the snow just gently fall on your coat and you just see them melt away. I was just walking through campus last week for my annual autumn tour of Warwick. And just a week later, the autumn leaves have given way for the white blankets of snow.

Wouldn't it be nice just to tumble in the snow with the love of your life?

Humbling white on royal autumn. As my friend puts it, miracles do happen.

photo courtesy of sam eng

Uncle T

that familiar feeling 8:22 am

that familiar feeling...

you hold it back. it gurgles. soon you are drowning. its one of those evenings. that familiar feeling...

You get shouted at, made to feel you're not worth it. Worst, all this done amongst equals. Do people know the lethality of their words? Is it not so convenient to spew it out? But they shall never know the damage done.

They never shall know that the urge to tear their face apart was subdued by the other. And then the onus is on you to learn to forgive. How cruel life gets.

You work hard. Giving what your body can give. Then that all comes to naught when words fly from the mouth. Just so simple to rob you of all that. Too simple. And you try to walk the higher path; you take it all in. This injustice flung your way, you supposedly take it in your stride as what you should do. And all is meant to be forgotten.

Fuck. Is that justice? But its the path I've taken. It always has been. If I stood up I may have bitten, bitten hard. And then I turn the bad guy. Nice. Is that justice?

No.

But its the path I've decided to take. Its not easy, but we all try don't we?

Uncle T