It's almost a year. May 9, 2008. I don't dream of her as much these days, but I still desire to see her and hear her voice again... I'll see her again, when I return to the Father. Mum, see you then... I still miss you a lot...

Mum, I miss you... I want to hear your voice again... I miss you nagging me... I miss your touch...

I was very heart-wrenched to see my Dad crying his heart out while he wanted to and tried to touch my Mum. He couldn't; I wanted to touch Mum for the last time too, but an indifferent piece of glass separated us from her...

Mum, we really miss you a lot... We still have so many things to tell you, so much of our lives to share with you... We love you...

19 Feb 1949 - 09 May 2008.

Mum has lived a hard life... And we are still trying hard to accept the cold, ruthless truth... Mum, we miss you...

My pastor has "enrolled" me on a "chapter a day" quiet time program. He thinks that the program will benefit me, as I will be able to grow more than from the "regular" quiet time material.

The books I have read so far are:

• A Hidden Wholeness
• Why I Am Not an Arminian
• God Will Make a Way

And so far, I think I am already benefiting from it, especially after reading Why I Am Not an Arminian. I hope to write a précis of that book.

In any case, I'm now reading A Christian Manifesto.

A song inspired by Obama's speech...

I'm crushed, and I hurt someone in the process as well... Though I never intended to, but I regret hurting that person...