a place I may decide to call home

A Place in the World
2018-05-13 airport After sending-off a friend, I waited at a fast food place at the entrance to the airport. When daybreak came I walked to my car and saw this picture from a distance. As I drive into the increasing light of the day, I think about how difficult it has been for the people in this land to change the system of half a century old. I have been told that this is the first time they manage to change against all odds, like peeling off the decayed leaking wine skin and replacing it with a new one, so that they can pour strong new wine into it. I have grown to like this place and have decided to stay a while longer.



in Light 2Looking through the photographs taken in recent months and stored in a temporary file in the external hard disc, attempting to fine comb them, keeping a select few and discarding the rest, so that the backup storage can be freed to accommodate more, newer and perhaps better ones, this sentimental writer just cannot make up the mind.

Decision over keeping and discarding is really hard for one who values every moment captured in the memory, good or better. Life is full of choices. From the moment one is born to the moment one leaves this world for good.

In the matter of photos one needs not just good eyes, one needs a heart that can discern and recognize value that matters. But who is to set the value criteria for the individual photographer? How to know which one you will miss sometime in future? Sentiments and feelings are transient -here today and gone tomorrow. Like travel choices. Not one traveler can ever be sure what he or she will meet the next moment.

Often I see a person smiling for no obvious reason, feet suddenly halted, eyes sparkling, fixed on something, a prim and proper small dog walking on the pavement wearing a pink polka dot sweater, a young athletic mother pushing a pram and jogging at the same time while the big size toddler inside chuckling away both having a field day, a window display of old records or old books at a tiny shop front in a back street, food and drink menu at the entrance of a lonely oriental-style cafe in a _star hotel, a tattered and weather beaten wooden bench for two at a deserted bus-stop in a sleepy village, an old time slapstick comedy on the screen of a TV at a road-side open air coffee and light snacks stall or even after a friendly greeting with someone on the road. Smile is an outcome. The choice behind the smile matters. The individual makes a choice to remember the good part of life no matter how distant it has become.

If faces are like Facebook post with an icon for viewers to click, this writer would have clicked countless ‘like’s on many faces met over many traveling years. I have been so blessed with the good choices from others. Perhaps one day someone would invent the live ‘icons’ we can click ‘like’ on people’s faces. The more ‘likes’ are given to and received from others the more the face ‘glows’. There should be a validity check too, such as, genuine, sincere, honest, and without secret agenda or ulterior motive.

It has been sometime since…

a solo bird on sand
a pondering lone bird on sand

The longer we put words on the shelf, the more difficult it is to take them down, assemble them, pick them out, line them up, polish and display them in an organized, coherent, meaningful and attractive manner. Reading indiscriminately will cause indigestion like a glutton gorging on food. Words are food for thoughts. Good words are good nourishment for the hungry soul. A person who does not read sufficient proper books suffers malnutrition of the soul, because he or she often ends up feeding excessively on physical food and mass media junks. Persistent feeding on junks shows. The window to the soul-the eyes will have a glazed look of arid, bored, uninteresting, and perhaps even lifeless emptiness within. The same for a writer who has become dusty because of other preoccupations.

It has been sometime since I last wrote. Searching for something to spring clean I stumbled on this blog. Sorry, I said. Of course it takes time to do something or think of something to do or write. Putting the new coat on and fingers on the keyboard help. I hope you like the new look. 😉

random thoughts: Love means honor and respect and not causing harm to others


We consume and live on words. Almost effortlessly we chew on words verbally, non-verbally, consciously and subconsciously. The volume we consume daily and in  lifetime can be phenomenal. Someone may argue that he does not talk and can in fact remain silent for 24 hours or more. My question is: “How do you stop your thought from making various formations in words?” If you know of anyway other than drugging (with harmful consequences) yourself into a zombie state, please share with us. I have observed people groups with relatively limited vocabularies but they still use words (sounds and signs of words) to communicate and think in words.

Sometimes I feel sad that we take words for granted. We make utterances without considering the effect on the recipients. No one can claim that words have no impact. Some people realize too late that the horrible names they have casually spoken on their own loved ones (spouses, children), like: fat pig, dead dog, foolish egg, cow dung, damned, stupid donkey, big-mouth, ugly face, toothless, dead ghost etc. may have become hurtful and damning lifelong curses. In some countries the registrars of birth have forbidden the use of certain immoral, unethical and even unsightly names for the new born. I understand why someone may not like being told what names not to use but I agree with the registrars that we need to respect God for giving this world a new life and the new born child is just as human worthy of honor and a positive start in life as his or her counterpart anywhere in this world.

Imagine the ridicule and damage when the child first encounters another child when he introduces himself as a stupid…something. Thank God you can always go to the authority and change your child’s name or even your name legally. Christians receive a new name when baptized. You can start afresh. Start now. Use words respectfully. Love means honor and respect and not causing harm to others.

begin with the Word

begin with the Word

There is always a beginning. We begin with the WORD.

The word “WORD” means unlimited resources. Each person is given some and enough to live by. Word is without border. Without paradigm. Word can exist without the physical existence. Word is spiritual. How do we really see Word? By faith.

We see by believing. Simple and yet true.

John 1:1 [Full Chapter]

[ The Eternal Word ] In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.