Playing Catch Up
Right then.
Been a while since I’ve updated, so I’ll just cram eventful stuff that happened recently into one post.
1) Christmas
Spent it sick. Well, not so much sick per se as having a troupe of Riverdancing Pachyderms playing for a whole season in my head. Matinee shows included. Suffice to say, when you have a headache bad enough to make you feel like puking by virtue of the fact that you’re even conscious, it was a bit hard to gorge on Christmas lunches and dinners. BAH!
Went to midnight mass with family and ndr. Then had the ba chor mee or however it’s spelt at Bedok 85. Supposedly famous but, well, I found it slightly vile. Too soupy and the soup looked a bit dubious. That, plus it tasted like maggi mee with minced pork. The one at Pasir Ris still rocks.
Visited a Presbyterian church for the first time on Christmas morning with ndr and her family. Seems very close-knit and all. And YOUNG. Like, kids and 20-somethings everywhere. Very young-ish atmosphere too. Or perhaps it’s in direct comparison with the rather more stoic and traditional Catholic mass I attended scant few hours before.
I like the homely and close feeling of the Presbyterians, but I don’t think that’s what I look for in a Church. Since young I’ve always believed in keeping traditions alive, to reasonable extents, of course, and in all aspects of life. (I was a real bitch in secondary school for the scouts. Maybe it came from the long history of the school and scout troop. We were staunchly avoiding all that rubbish pop dance performances at campfires which the ACS slags were so keen on doing.)
Conversely, I think the Catholics are too exclusive in their thinking and…well….boring and stiff. That, and I can’t see how you can expect your congregation to have blind faith in a God which you preach when you yourself are hiding so many secrets, squirreled away after centuries of power, corruption and, let’s face it, murder. Ok, fine, I admit there are some things the masses (or people for that matter) wouldn’t be able to accept, but there are also the more basic and recent events. Such as my not agreeing that the Pope’s head of state immunity should exempt him from answering charges that his activities when he was a Cardinal aided in the Catholic Church’s covering up of the allegations of sexual abuse against it. And many other things which I won’t delve into here.
I don’t see why I need an institution to facilitate my relationship with God. Hey, what goes on with me and the Big Guy is between me and Him. That being said, sometimes I don’t even agree with the fact that I’ll burn in eternal hell if I’m not a Christian. If I live a good life, as a good person, no one should be able to tell me I’m not good enough simply because I don’t have this title slapped unto me.
So if this guy cheats, steals and murders, he’ll go to heaven all hunky dory, but a guy who’s a big philanthropist and lives a good life, but isn’t a Christian, burns in hell? Sorry, can’t accept that. I would like to believe that an omnipotent being is above seeing things in black and white. And if It/He isn’t, then I want no part of it.
All that being said, and with a score of people shaking their heads at me and praying for my soul, I am still finding my spiritual feet. Who knows? My opinions might very well change next week, month, year, decade, or never. All I ask is that you let me find out myself. And yes, there is a difference between being religious and believing in a religion.
Oops. Well, that little post about Christmas turned out to be a fair bit of rambling….
2) Meeting up with da 20SA boyz
Picture this. A combat medic, one specialist gunfitter (or mechanic, if you will), 2 storemen, and a storeman-turned-combat signaler standing by the roadside squealing in the rain because they were getting wet. Woe be us.
It was good meeting up with the chappies again. Pity some others *coughyongcough* were unable to join us. But you know how it goes. Household appliances take precedence over meeting up with friends you haven’t seen in, oh, only 6 years. :P I kid. I still love the little guy.
Alright, I just got back from a particularly distressing meeting and I’ve lost all motivation for further blogging. Sigh.
Been a while since I’ve updated, so I’ll just cram eventful stuff that happened recently into one post.
1) Christmas
Spent it sick. Well, not so much sick per se as having a troupe of Riverdancing Pachyderms playing for a whole season in my head. Matinee shows included. Suffice to say, when you have a headache bad enough to make you feel like puking by virtue of the fact that you’re even conscious, it was a bit hard to gorge on Christmas lunches and dinners. BAH!
Went to midnight mass with family and ndr. Then had the ba chor mee or however it’s spelt at Bedok 85. Supposedly famous but, well, I found it slightly vile. Too soupy and the soup looked a bit dubious. That, plus it tasted like maggi mee with minced pork. The one at Pasir Ris still rocks.
Visited a Presbyterian church for the first time on Christmas morning with ndr and her family. Seems very close-knit and all. And YOUNG. Like, kids and 20-somethings everywhere. Very young-ish atmosphere too. Or perhaps it’s in direct comparison with the rather more stoic and traditional Catholic mass I attended scant few hours before.
I like the homely and close feeling of the Presbyterians, but I don’t think that’s what I look for in a Church. Since young I’ve always believed in keeping traditions alive, to reasonable extents, of course, and in all aspects of life. (I was a real bitch in secondary school for the scouts. Maybe it came from the long history of the school and scout troop. We were staunchly avoiding all that rubbish pop dance performances at campfires which the ACS slags were so keen on doing.)
Conversely, I think the Catholics are too exclusive in their thinking and…well….boring and stiff. That, and I can’t see how you can expect your congregation to have blind faith in a God which you preach when you yourself are hiding so many secrets, squirreled away after centuries of power, corruption and, let’s face it, murder. Ok, fine, I admit there are some things the masses (or people for that matter) wouldn’t be able to accept, but there are also the more basic and recent events. Such as my not agreeing that the Pope’s head of state immunity should exempt him from answering charges that his activities when he was a Cardinal aided in the Catholic Church’s covering up of the allegations of sexual abuse against it. And many other things which I won’t delve into here.
I don’t see why I need an institution to facilitate my relationship with God. Hey, what goes on with me and the Big Guy is between me and Him. That being said, sometimes I don’t even agree with the fact that I’ll burn in eternal hell if I’m not a Christian. If I live a good life, as a good person, no one should be able to tell me I’m not good enough simply because I don’t have this title slapped unto me.
So if this guy cheats, steals and murders, he’ll go to heaven all hunky dory, but a guy who’s a big philanthropist and lives a good life, but isn’t a Christian, burns in hell? Sorry, can’t accept that. I would like to believe that an omnipotent being is above seeing things in black and white. And if It/He isn’t, then I want no part of it.
All that being said, and with a score of people shaking their heads at me and praying for my soul, I am still finding my spiritual feet. Who knows? My opinions might very well change next week, month, year, decade, or never. All I ask is that you let me find out myself. And yes, there is a difference between being religious and believing in a religion.
Oops. Well, that little post about Christmas turned out to be a fair bit of rambling….
2) Meeting up with da 20SA boyz
Picture this. A combat medic, one specialist gunfitter (or mechanic, if you will), 2 storemen, and a storeman-turned-combat signaler standing by the roadside squealing in the rain because they were getting wet. Woe be us.
It was good meeting up with the chappies again. Pity some others *coughyongcough* were unable to join us. But you know how it goes. Household appliances take precedence over meeting up with friends you haven’t seen in, oh, only 6 years. :P I kid. I still love the little guy.
Alright, I just got back from a particularly distressing meeting and I’ve lost all motivation for further blogging. Sigh.
