Tuesday, January 22nd, 2019

Time and tide wait for no man

Life certainly goes on. It doesn’t sympathise with anybody’s feelings or experiences – it slowly and steadily marches on.

Tick, tick, tick.

I still keep my younger brother’s mobile number on …

Sunday, January 28th, 2018

The price migrants pay

Today, I was reminded again of the hidden cost of being a migrant.
One of our friends at church lost her Dad this evening – I could feel her pain as …

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 …

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, 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 …

Monday, August 10th, 2015

Life is precious.

I can’t show the true suffering that my eldest sister’s enduring at the moment – so I can only show it in a manner that still preserves her dignity and …

Monday, July 6th, 2015

Discovering my past

An old photo of my distant relatives in China (relatives of my paternal grandfather). Does anybody know what the script says?
My mind tends to be active at night – so …

Tuesday, February 17th, 2015

Unconsidered Consequences

Ngku A’am, Dad, my sister Juli, my cousin Cie E’eng, my sister Suzan with Ngkim behind her, my sister Tjoetjoe, with my extended cousin in front of her, my Mum …

Tuesday, October 21st, 2014

Midnight rambling

It’s been a while since I posted my rambling here … It’s a balmy night in Adelaide and I can hear the wind rustling the leaves outside my study. It’s …