one-to-one first meeting :)

One-to-one meeting is one of the many great ways to encourage other people. This is my friend, Melania from Ambon, Indonesia. But she is Australian citizen now. This picture was taken for our first meeting this year. I am thankful to God and glad that she is keen to meet up with me.

The most encouraging things that I've got from one-to-one meeting is, it was easier to be open and to talk and share with your friend. We could discuss in a deeper level, about various things in relation to our faith and understanding of the bible, knowing that we could held each other accountable for whatever question or discussion we had. Whatever we said that day, at that place, will stay there.

Above all, I thank God for the friendship we had in Christ-enabling us to build up one another and to hold each other up through support and prayer.

Sunday post!

Sunday week one of uni! Hurray! That means a week had just passed in this semester. There are 12 more uni weeks to go 1 week swotvac and 2weeks of exams. Yeayy!! :)

Today I am going to 7pm Sunday service. So here I am at home, updating a new post in my blog. This morning I wake up late because I went sleep late at night last night. I'be been doing some new arrangement for my wardrobe, and my study area. Voila! It was done and I went straight to bed. But I woke up late today, and just now, I had my brunch.

I'm going to a friend's house this evening. Maybe around 4pm. To give their bicycle back. I've been using it during summer break just to entertain myself, cycling around my neighborhood.

Then will head off to church at 6pm. I'm going to join the English corner today. Just to try it once, and perhaps can bring new international people there. :)

That's it! Adios. :)

Short Hair

Hello mellow everyone!

This is overdue post and belated news. I've finally cut my hair short.

After going almost half a year having an internal debate whether I should cut my hair or not, finally I have a one concrete answer whether to cut or not. Although the long agony debate wasn't fruitful enough to be part of the discussion that I should find or at least get a concluding remark, I think cutting my hair short is one of my very independent decision I've ever made in my life.

I just realised that thinking too much will only drag the matter furthur and furthur without any concrete and final decision. We have to think sensibly and decide fast. I guess I am not really good at it. Maybe that is the reason why I might or could not succeed in business if I don't know how to decide within a short time frame.

Why independent? Coz I used to wait until I was satisfied with other people thoughts which haircut I should go for. But this one went so fast I even felt surprised that I can make an impromptu decision.

To shorten the story, I present to you my new look!

The beardy man..cont..

Continued...

One day I came late to Church. Because of most of the sitting was full, I sit down at the very back of the church. I never sit down there, although most of the time I wanted to. Because I like to imagine that I see everyone when I sit there.

Nonetheless, when the first song finishes, suddenly the back door which is the front door of the church flew open, and chill air from the outside of the church came rushing in. And the beardy man walk in! It was a bit unusual to see him coming late.

Nevertheless, he walk in and took the seat in front of where I sit. He sat at the end of the long chair near the walkway.

The second song was a hymn. And as usual, he sang enthusiastically with his hands high up on the air. And he sang with all his heart with his loud deep voice. I think he had a very good bass voice if he join the choir.

That night I realised that there is something behind his deep bass voice when he sang. Sounds..almost like longing and joy. It was nice actually to sit near him. The beardy man that I used to look from afar.

Later that night, after the Sunday service ends, he talk to the guy who sat beside him. He asked what the guy think about the sermon that night. Interesting enough, the topic of the sermon that night is about living in singleness or married. And my mind begun to wonder again, if he is single or married. I thought he was single, because I never seen any women coming to church with him. Or maybe he had a wife. But died. Or they divorce.

After many clueless assumption, I started to think less about him. I stop looking for him when I came to church. And because I started to meet many new friends, he had never bother my attention anymore.

But one day...

#To be continued...

Beardy man

There was a man, an old man that I saw at Church every Sunday. He usually sit at the first row near the altar on the right side.
My first impression when I saw him was, he is a poor old man. But very spiritual. His beardy face and long hair remind me of the men who I saw in the movie 'The Passion of Christ'. He usually came with a sensible shirts and pants. Looks old and dull due to over-washed or maybe because he wear them again and again. I thought he is poor and couldn't buy new clothes for himself.
He always came alone. Never seen him coming with anyone.

When its time to sing worship song, he will stood up with his hands high up on the air. Singing at his loudest, praising God with all his heart. Sometime people who sit behind him or on the next row glances at him. I'd thought some may feel abit uneasy when they saw him acting like that.

But there is something about him that I find very interesting. Or perhaps, intriguing. I often shoot glances at him from far away. Sometime, I look for him at his usual sitting just to make sure he is there. He become an encouragement for me to come to church.

Despite the odd glances that people gave him, he keep coming like none of it bothers him. I was reminded then that coming to church is not because of you are christian. But because you want to be in your father's house. And when you were there, whatever people think about you does not matter. Because meeting God is your goal. Not keeping up with people's expectation.

One day, I came late to church...

#To be continued..

Winter is here..

It is getting cold each day. And it starting to get brown everywhere, and trees with less leaves on it. But to some..new leaves is starting its new life.

I'll be having my exams in two days. But I still keep updating my blog. I guess having my blog in my phone makes it easier to update anytime.

For those who finished their exam..congratulation. I'll soon follow you as well. For some of my friends..they went back to hometown which is nice. Me, I'll just stay and will think a way to entertain myself during holiday.

Gravity

Sara Bareilles - Gravity



Its Thursday and I'm counting the days as my final exams is approaching. Winter is here. And it's getting cold each day. As Autumn goes by, now.. most of the leaves on the trees had fall. It was brown before, and now, it seems like all the trees are dying! But to no surprise, Adelaide is alive with its lush green trees everywhere. No wonder, my friend told me once that she likes winter in Adelaide because we can see lots of green trees and roses blooming in the garden. It is actually almost like Spring where the air is much fresher and flowers are starting to bud. I am hopeful that Spring this year will be as beautiful as last year.

Times do flies so fast. It's almost end of my fifth term here. And I began to realise how short is the time for me to be here. I wish I did more things when I was in my first and second year. And sometime I wish I had one more year here. But I always had a feeling that God had another plan for me. Although there are many times that I wish to know what's exactly God's plan for me in near future, I still love surprises. There is just something beautiful about expecting something that is unexpected.

Anyway, I keep playing this song over a week now. I guess I was in the mood of missing my home. I just don't know why.. everytime I listens to this song, it just remind me of my hometown far away in Ranau. I think I just missed being home. It has been a year now. I'd never imagine I could stay here for a year without going back home. But it was only 6months left, and I'll be back for good.

This song also remind me of a person that I used to care so much. Sometimes I wonder what happen to the person now. But the person was my past now. There are times that I wish I've lost some part of my memory about the person. Because until now, it's still hurt when it all coming back to me. But then, I will not stop hoping and praying that the pain will ease away as time goes by. After all, if I said I have accepted all the things that happen, and I've forgave and forget all that happen between us, then I shouldn't be so negative about it.

Smile and be happy! Move on! Actually I was kind of sick to hear this words. Maybe because it is true that I have to keep moving on and be positive about it. Perhaps the pain that I felt was too much that I didn't realised it makes me kind of scared to think a new possibility- what if I started to care a person again? At this time of my life, I think I am totally not in a position to consider anything.

But then, this shouldn't stop me to achieve bigger things in my life. I still have exams in few days time, and I still have one semester to go. :) So, I wish I could do my best for the rest of my uni term here. I'll be back soon, and I am so looking forward to it. There are so many people that I wanted to meet, and so many things that I wanted to do.

Until then, lets just enjoy this music. And if there is anything that comes to your mind while you listen to this song, feel free to write down your thoughts and share it with other readers. They might have something that they could relate to your story. :)