Perhaps it is a habit I started during my stay in Sevilla, Spain. There were very few mosques for me to sit and be quiet. So I opted for Catholic churches instead. They grew in me.
There is something about Catholic churches that I cannot really pinpoint. I love sitting in (most) Catholic churches for a quiet dialogue, or simply for quietude. I love lighting the candles in the churches. Whenever I go places, I make an effort to stop by its local worship places, be it mosques, temples, or, yes, Catholic churches.
That was also the case when I went to Singapore recently. I think we have a thing going on—St. Andrew’s Cathedral and I. Mind you, St. Andrew is a patron saint in Scotland, and also happens to be one of my favourite beautiful towns there.
Time. What an odd thing, if we can call it a thing at all. It gives us a convenient frame of thought. A familiar boundary within which we move with what is acceptable to our mind. We often believe we don’t have enough of it.
Funny how we learn about ourselves from the nitty-gritty of life. How we deal with those seemingly small stuffs really tells how we are.
Whenever I go to Aceh, Indonesia, I bring home a special, traditional fried chicken called Ayam Tangkap (literally means Captured Chicken).
Yesterday was no exception. I bought five boxes to share with family and friends. I texted them about what was about to come. I checked the package in for the flight.
Late afternoon, as I arrived in Jakarta, I found out that the airline, Garuda Indonesia, had lost that particular package of mine. I suspect someone else have taken it because there were several similar package on the same flight.