Like, Rain & Fire

Tell me when you're down, and I'll lift your spirits. Tell me when you're happy, and I'll share your joy.


This weekend is actually full of significance, although I don't seem to feel it. Hari Raya was yesterday, so tis' the season of forgiving. Today's also the anniversary of the attacks on the Twin Towers; it's a sense of sorrow there. I've 6 months left to go before 'freedom', but I don't know what to think of it. All that might come together if I get summoned today or tomorrow. Finally, it's Joshua's birthday on Monday.

I should be thankful I'm alive. Some dangerous things occured the last few days while I was on my motorbike, and not just a big truck trying to cut into my lane without seeing me. Muddy uneven tracks are really slippery, what more when I had to put a heavy load on the rear of my bike. Steep slopes, up and down, and usually okay minus the fear. It's when I try to get up a ledge steeper than most slopes. It's really not easy to control the bike: once, I fell off when it up-ended. The bike almost fell on top of me. Thank God the bike stayed standing on it's rear.


I should go to KS later; apparently I skipped yesterday's Church Retreat because my parents didn't go (no transport). If things go as planned tomorrow, I might miss most of the sermon because I'll be running the AHM. If things don't go as planned, I won't even turn up. So I should really spend time with the people of God if I can.