On Eagles' Wings

VIDEO How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us How I long for the toll of the recess bell Have you forgotten me? Grown mindless of me? Tell me I am not writing into an abyss Or that is what will become of my heart I find this so sweet :) link from Limmie's blog

The following story was inspired by another short story Angels We Have Heard On High in the book Joan 'n' The Whale. It was Christmas Eve. Snow fell from the sky like light feathers from a down pillow; each snowflake unique and special, then blending in with the rest on the ground in a blinding brightness of white. The lights from Harvest Church shone like a warm fire in the coldest of winters – a yellow glow on the stark white. Service was about to start. Pastor John stood patiently before the pulpit, waiting for the congregation to settle down. He heard snippets of women chattering about Christmas decorations and dinner preparations of the turkey, men discussing the increasing prices of decent Christmas trees nowadays and the dangerous conditions of the roads in this weather. As Pastor John cleared his throat rather loudly, his patience wearing thin, there was a hush over the sanctuary and everyone hurriedly took their seats. Pastor John stood over the pulpit, his arms h

I was suffering from a slight headache after sleeping late and getting up early to register for my ko-k subject. The system was having some problems, and after 328594738562305783 times of trying (okay, an exaggeration) I finally managed to register myself for the class that I wanted (with my brothers helping me click the " Daftar " button ceaselessly). After that was settled, I had another matter weighing heavily on my mind. I could not go for my Korean class. There were 4 sets offered. And I had problems attending class for ALL FOUR of the sets. What are the chances? I prayed I would be able to negotiate with the coordinator and figure out a way so I can attend classes. If the coordinator could help me, I could start classes this week itself on Wednesday. But if he could not help me...I would have to give it up. :( Reaching UKM after months of not seeing it, I could not help but sigh. Not in nostalgic fondness, mind you. No, I am being honest when I say I was not

The mansion was magnificent, to say the least. Well-manicured lawns, its perimeter lined with beautiful rose bushes - ruby red and pearl white varieties. The windows were spotless, reflecting the light of the sun into my eyes until I had to shield myself with my arm. I walked up a cobbled path that led me to the front door, watching each step as I went. My heart was hammering in my chest; I felt about to burst from the build-up of anticipation of the past few days ! Finally. The moment was here. Who knew what could happen? Who knew where this could lead? I took a deep breath as I stared at the grain of wood on his polished front door. And I took another deep breath. And another. After what seemed like a millennium, I raised my arm to knock on the door and alert someone of my presence. But before I could... "Hey ! You're here ! Please, come on in." Gosh. It really IS him. I cannot believe that he is really standing before me, larger than life. I pinc