I don’t know about tomorrow,It may bring me poverty;But the One Who feeds the sparrow,Is the One Who stands by me.And the path that be my portion,May be through the flame or flood,But His presence goes before me,And I’m covered with His blood. Many things about tomorrow,I don’t seem to
I was closing my eyes in the shuttle bus between Redhill MRT and my office this morning, trying to get some nap. It was merely a 10 minutes ride – can be less, if we were not stopped by any traffic light, but I was very tired, and today is
I was engaged in a very long conversation with my Mom last night when she said, “I need Thee every hour – see, that’s why the song use every ‘hour’ and not every year, or every week, or every day. We need God’s presence in our life every hour, even
Some people are born to be performers. They just have the talent – and the courage to perform at the stage, in front of hundreds of audience, under the spotlight. Yesterday was my first performance since I joined the Church Choir back few months ago. Hmmh, let me revise my
I was walking alone from my office to Tiong Bahru Plaza one evening after work, when I stretched my neck and looked up above to see the trees and realized how beautiful is the evening sky and the tree leaves. I could see the blue-redish sky peeking between the branches.
I had a dream last night. I saw you standing there, day and night. Looking restless and helpless… When I looked into your eyes, you were telling me silently, you were not happy… I walked the path, and still I see you standing there. But I couldn’t reach you, or
I was in MRT this morning looking blankly at a mid age man sitting in front of me. He was playing some jewel game in his IPhone for the past 15 minutes. I could see that he was so engrossed in the game, and could hardly watch for other things.
I started my One Hundred Days Vow about five years ago. It was on 14th of November 2004, to be exact. Funny that I can remember the date easily, but recalling the year is always hard for me. Was it that long time ago? Sometimes it feels like just yesterday
Yes, I dreamt about you. And it’s been happening very often until now. I mean, look at us, we’ve been talking only for the past few weeks and I’ve been dreaming about you – five, six times? And dear friend, how most of them are not good ones 🙁 When
The wonders of ChristmasIs in the silence of the great love God has given usWhen He died on a tree, to save us and cleanse our sins,Made us holy, you and me The wonders of ChristmasIs in our sufferings when God reform us and transform usIn the silence of tears
Happy birthday Love, I’m celebrating here, tooHaving a bottle of Heaven and EarthLike we used to I thank God for one more year He gave youI thank God for giving you family, health, job and happinessAnd most of all,I thank God for giving you salvation,And let you know Him… Happy
From the devotional reading: Been Thinking About by Mart De Haan. He’s writing about People Watcher – about people who watch others and examine their living and how Christian sometimes are hard to identify as the children of God. I read through ten factors he described in his writing, when
I woke up early in the morning feeling so cold. I felt very dizzy and I felt like throwing up. Oh my God… I’m here, so far from home and I fell ill? I couldn’t manage to be ill. I still have almost three weeks to go here, and I
9th day of November, two years ago. I was unpacking at Daisy’s apartments. New town, new country. The city of lion – I often called her. What was I doing? I was looking for job there after being ill for months and my previous company asked me to leave. How
Suatu hari waktu saya masih mahasiswa, kami lagi ada deadline pengumpulan tugas apa – ntah saya lupa, tapi yang jelas semua anak bawa maket hari itu. Salah satu teman saya datang dan marah-marah, cerita bahwa di angkot maketnya disenggol orang yang mau turun atau apalah… she’s a kind of perfectionist
Ahahahaha what a title 😛 This should be a first posting in this blog. I planned to write down some thoughts I have in mind while I’m wandering in this complicated world. I used to write a lot. A LOT. A natural – born to be a talkative person –