Entries Tagged as 'Monologues'

Thursday, August 31st, 2017

“It’s just a dog …”

 
You may have this on your mind when you see people fuss over their dogs on social media – or when I talk about Indy, my mature-aged English staffordshire bull …


Friday, January 6th, 2017

My father’s life: An epiphany

 
Once I was young, and now I am old.
Yet I have never seen the godly abandoned
or their children begging for bread.
The godly always give generous loans to others,


Sunday, August 7th, 2016

I am my father’s son

sneeze  /sni:z/
 
I am having a cold at the moment, an unwanted souvenir from my trip to Indonesia last week.  My body finally protested after being cooped up with coughing passengers …


Tuesday, July 12th, 2016

Everchanging Times

 
It’s been a while since I last wrote and shared my thoughts – and since today is as good as any day, I thought I’d post something. It’s a cold …


Friday, December 18th, 2015

A Place Called Home

 
Knowing many overseas students and fellow migrants in Australia also means reading various statuses such as “I wish I were home this Christmas” or “Home for Christmas!”. Some who are ‘stuck’ in …


Monday, November 23rd, 2015

Perspectives

 
Four blind men find an elephant for the very first time, they touch its body to figure out what an elephant is like. One touches its trunk, and thinks that …


Sunday, November 8th, 2015

Facing Opposition

 
Having opposition used to be something that I avoided when I was young. It would be great to please everybody – not to be too dominant in one colour or …


Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

When faith is considered irrelevant

 
“So you believe in God. Fine. Well, it’s irrelevant to what we do anyway.”
The line was a paraphrase of a comment that I once heard – it’s a pity when …


Monday, September 14th, 2015

Remembering my sister: Erly Tresnawaty Tanusondjaja.

My sister and I, probably sometime in 1973
 
It was a month ago that I lost my eldest sister – even that does not sound right, as we didn’t really lose …


Tuesday, August 11th, 2015

An exhausting day at the hospital

 
Inhale.
Exhale.
As I saw my sister’s chest rising and falling with each movement of air in and out of her body, I felt a sense of relief. I had never been so …