Sunday, February 26, 2017
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Everyday dad come home from work. We get to eat dinner as a whole family every single day (unless someone's outstation). I remember sitting on the dinning table, being the last to finish. My parents would just be chilling in the living room watching TV. And I would be up there slowly munching away, watching the same show. Haha. Family dinners together. There was so much food cooked by mom.
Monday, February 06, 2017
( i never knew what an "overload" is)
Sunday, February 05, 2017
there's this feeling, inside the guts, that feels like vomiting.
it comes from leaving home. i dont know how else to describe it.
sitting in the coach from Paradigm mall to KLIA2,
i wondered how i could be more helpful,
thoughts of the past few days spend in Johor filleed my mind,
i miss you, and i doze of for a nap.
thank God i woke up when reaching the stop.
going onto the plane i forgot to text those whom needed to be informed.
especially Emmeline on the other side that the flight was on schedule.
well, i slept on the plane as well, my neck aches.
sat at the customs clearance, a guy couldn't carry on too many bags.
poor soul, i guess one should really follow the law of 7 kilos.
thank God my check in bags went though,
i calculated the two to be more than 20 kilos.
what in the world did i bring, i taught i could be minimalist.
played very much with Erwin, the trick to teaching kids is to let them experiment,
not do the things for them but ask questions on how something can be improved,
and promt with guidance here and there.
discipline is good.
slept over and woke up for church.
it was a good message, by Ps Amos,
he reminds me so much of my brother,
the style and ... charisma.
i miss worshiping.
after church met so many people,
Joel from Subang Jaya that is working here as an english tuition teacher. He dropped out of a degree twice due to the thesis.. wow.
Edward whom bakes at home, saving the need for paying GST (which might rise to 8%)
Aunty Florence, the wife of Johnny.
Fiona, a disciplinary teacher and Shook Lan, a biker girl whom fishes.
then home we took the bike up the Hilux,
forgot to bring the helmet along, but good thing Herbert remembered it.
gosh i need to be clear minded on what i need to bring about.
arrived at FRC guesthouse,
really nice bunch of people here.
Raiz from UPM along with a few others,
Jima, Suzy, Era, Kakak, Cina, Mel, Sherly..
and Anuar, a guy whom really knows his history.
He told me about the Dusun's not really "existing" and it was just a name they came up with to be a collective term of the smaller tribes (suku).
the history of mathematics...
parameswara going to melaka and singapura being originally Temasek..
and well sandakan, having lots of chinese and the British coming in later..
the missionary schools... and well... he could say all these without being condescending.
which is amazing, his love for sejarah.. he's working in SAFE, knows pui kiat...
then Abbo and Sandy, Cynthia and Razy dropped by.
wow they have soo many things.
spilt the rooms. i got one whole one for myself.. yeah =D
with air cond, nice shower... i couldn't ask for more. thank you God.
i could use the peace and quiteness.
we walked over to RDC to catch sight of flying squirrels . wow they are really really big.
well God it was nice..
to be reminded.
of all your goodness.
of my origins and begging.
help me to keep my eyes on you.
to speak the truth in love.
to not be critical, and generalize.
to pay attention... active listening.
to remember names and people.
to find rest.
to enjoy the moments.
to be present.
to shy away from checking my phone when people are around me.
well... here it goes.. 6 months
Thursday, February 02, 2017
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
I see two men sitting down eating hot cups. Their meal.
Memories of mom's cooking the past few days came to mind. So much food. My sister and I are really slow. The rice, the chicken, the vinegar pork, the mix vegetables. Blessed.
I bought some bread for the bus ride.
The bus passes by huge houses in the middle of nowhere. Why would anybody want to build such a grand thing out here...
How did they even manage to get such money to do so? Where they born into a powerful family? Or was it their hard work. Did their profits come without any exploitative means...
Anyways, I'm no one to be the judge of that. I come from a very powerful family too. And I leave vengeance to my Father's hands.
Let the weak say I am strong,
Let the poor say I am rich,
Becuase of what,
The Lord has done, for us.
Why is everyone queuing up at the right side of the whole row of ticket counters?
Just because it is near the entry.
I'd have to wait really long if I stuck to the norm. Walked over to the left side, pass the crowds, wow. It's getting lesser and lesser.
Less than 10 people infront of me. Compared to the 20-30.
When I was growing up my dad would take me to kindergarten and primary school on his bike, first the Honda Cup 65, then at the last day of Q-dees we arrived on a Modenas Jaguh. Making two rounds for my sister and I.
Mom would come pick me up form the school canteen at SK Taman Megah. Later on if walk he myself.
Going to high school mom would fetch both wai yan and i in the wira. When sis got her license she'd drive both of us, really early in the morning to make it for the daily CF prayer.
Then when she left three years before I would, I started to cycle, Joshua's Wheeler bike.
In form 6 after PLKN i got my driving licence. Everyone in school was getting theirs, it was a normal thing for kids in PJ.
A blessing. I never really had to sit the LRT or take the buses. Although I was living in the hub of it all.
I still remember our voyages to Catholic High as a huge CF group using the LRT for BK quiz. One of the very few times.
I never flew anywhere overseas with my family. We always made trips back to Ipoh in the Nissan Vannet and later on the Toyota Avanza.
Before I left for UMS, wei aun invited me over to Laos, one of my first few overseas trips going alone. (The first was Bangkok for the Lego competition back in standard 6, the second was an ISU camp in Indonesia at form... 5?).
Camps, there are a multitude of camps. From the school, scouts, muafakat, leadership, athletics, CF at peace haven, Genting. To church, missions at Cameron Highlands, retreats... To EARC, Camp Cameron..
A huge leap was making the trip to Redang. So many transits, so many people. I remember when friends came over, I didn't know much about the system. A horrible disgrace. I didn't grow up with it.
Now I'm sitting on a KTM making my way down to TBS, to catch a bus to Johor. I met a guy on the LRT coming from taman bahagia, whom told me of a better way than taking the masjid Jamek transit.
Owh wow.. I'm passing Midvalley, didn't know I could take the trains all they way here.
Why do I even drive. Will I ever be less independent and rely more on the infrastructure here?
Travel a begging. It's nice to look around at all the people.
Monday, January 30, 2017
its been like this for a few days.
it's nice to have a reminder,
to shut off everything,
and seek God in the sound of droplets.
let me know,
that You are the one whom waters.
the see we sow, is what you grow,
and there will be a harvest