Pioneers

18 06 2020

Ryan’s tank stood in the corner without any fish nor water in it, so I transported it across the state, 300km + til it reaches my home. Handsome tank, I must say.

I got it setup. Lots of learning curves. The pump, cleaning gasket fixing leaks, fixing light, adjusting this and that. Cleaning the rocks and the tank itself. Finally filled it up with water and a capful of anti-chlorine. Shouldn’t rush into putting fish in it, they said. So I ran the pump for a night.

The next day, I went to a Fish Shop.

“Have you got any fish that isn’t expensive and highly adaptable? It’s a new tank.” I went home with a pair of semi-transparent fishes costs RM4.50 (the price of a packed lunch) which I forgot to ask of their name, and a piece of 2kg rock that I wont even dare to inform SiewLeng how much I paid for it. They will tell me to pick it up from the roadside or use a brick instead.

Patiently, I acclimatize the fishes over 5-6 hours. And it is time to introduce them into their new home!

We dropped the fishes into the tank. Lo and behold, only one ZapChoyfan was seen swimming. Where is the other one? We searched high and low, gently touched the rocks and possible hiding places, listening to sound in case it fell out of the tank and splashing on dry land. We checked behind the tank, and even removed the lid in case it got stuck on the lid. With each passing minute, we know the other ZapChoyfan is going to die being out of water. It was upsetting – might as well buy a pack of lunch.

The whole night, I monitored the behaviour of the lone guy. He seemed comfortable, albeit lonely missing his friend. He ate. He swam freely.

I went to bed, hoping the lone guy survives the night and the stress of a new tank. And wondering what happened to the missing one.

The next day….

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For the life of me… the pair is swimming happily. Alive and well.

What exactly happened? You fainted from the drop-in impact and rested on the floor?  Then you woke up from coma and all is well? Or you got sucked in by the pump filter and then reappeared filterised??

 





John 14:19

10 06 2020

Jesus said … Because I live, you also will live.

This I believe.





OK to Go

10 06 2020

When my time has come,

And whistle of the train can be heard,

Time to get onboard,

Bags packed ready or not.

 

Let go of the known,

Peace still,

Excited for the journey,

Never been there,

It feels like I’ve known that place all along.

 

There’s nothing much here,

Evil, sickness, injustice,

Work and toil and a dripping roof,

Taxes and debts and darkness,

When my time is up,

And my candle burnt,

Why not. It’s OK to go.

The world’s loss is heaven’s gain.

 

The pain goes to those who are left behind,

It is because of your love,

Mine is a life beautiful.

It is because of your love,

Great is your grief.

Celebrate life,

It is well with my soul.

Be comforted, it’s OK to go.

Go where? Go home.

I’ll be there when you come home too.





Love for Jesus

1 06 2020

Oh Lord, how I love You and Your words.

Break me, if You have to….

Tho honestly, this is a very scary prayer to make.





Santa Niel

19 12 2018

This is inspired by Nathaniel.

He told us ‘I bought some cakes…’ to begin with, he didn’t really have extra cash. He and his wife always ordered one dish at the restaurant to be shared. They are expecting. Twins! And Nat is the sole bread winner of this young family.

But he always has just enough to bless others.

‘… and I saw 2 ladies walking along the street. I stopped my car and beckoned them. And I just gave them the cake much to their pleasant surprise.’

Sometimes he would be given lunch packs when he attended functions. He would take if the organizers had extra packs. Then he would be on the lookout for gardeners or building cleaners and gave the lunch packs to them.

‘These people often go unnoticed. So low… and unseen and unappreciated.

These are the people I will offer food to. And most of the time, they really needed and appreciated what we often took for granted.’

Nathaniel isn’t rich. He doesn’t have a lot. But he showed me that a person doesnt really need to have a lot of money to impact another person’s life. Rich or poor, one can still be generous and brighten other people’s day.

He said ‘If I have the time and means, I will be Santa Claus again this week.’

I told him ‘Santa Claus was actually Saint Nicholas. You are Saint Nathaniel.’

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Bro… dont buy. I’ll bake some for you to give away. Spread some love.

Merry Christmas to all.





7 12 2018

I got to know a guy in Jan 2018.

After a few cuppa coffee and books swapping, I think we both realized that our values are rather different. So, we maintained as casual friends that even rarely  keep in contact.

Today he had the courtesy to text me.

Simple conversations initially. Then

“oh btw… I met a girl 3 months ago.”

 

Oh my. Kinda thoughtful of him to let me know? I guess that in a way, kinda render me putus cinta? LOL.Coz he is now off the shelf, right. Not that I intended to buy.

How does one putus cinta twice in a week?

I’m still on the shelf. Getting old and dusty, discolored and unattractive. Even the price tag is fading away. What a loveless 2018 😉

 





Solo @ Seoraksan, Korea 2018

8 10 2018

A travel blog!

If you are like me, you would’ve probably done some research before heading to Mt Seorak. And came across some guides or travel advice dated back to 2014 and beyond. Well, I just came back from the beautiful mountain and here are my thoughts that I think will benefit solo travelers.

1. Getting to Mt Seorak directly from Incheon Airport!

That’s right. If you just got your passport entry stamped and the only thing on your mind is Seoraksan (san= mountain), there is no need to detour yourself to Dong Seoul like most websites suggest (Dong = East. So, sometimes you see Dong Seoul Station being referred as East Seoul Station). Unless of course, you are coming in from Seoul.

Head out to the bus area of Terminal 1. I believe it’s ground floor, I didn’t check. It’s intuitive you won’t miss it. Go to any bus ticket counters, they are integrated so don’t worry about approaching the ‘right’ counter, and get a ticket to Sokcho (30,000 W). Boarding from platform 13A-1.

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Based on my research, I found out that there were only 3 trips to Sokcho daily and I was worried that I won’t be able to get on any of it. That isn’t true. They had increased the frequency and availability. The ride from ICN to Sokcho is definitely available at normal hours, more or less 1 hour interval. The journey takes 3 hours plus, with only one toilet break. So do get down and stretch and answer nature’s call, even if you feel like you prefer to sleep.

 

Once you reach Sokcho City, getting to Seoraksan is pretty much the same.

Before I forget, download the app ‘Naver Map’. Must. Thank me later.

Exit the Sokcho Intercity Bus Terminal (btw there are 2 different bus terminals in Sokcho city). You should be able to see a Tourist Info Booth on your left. The local bus stop is on your right. In case you are wondering, do not cross the road – wrong direction.

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Wait for bus 7 / 7-1. They come very often. Tmoney and Cashbee cards are accepted. I highly recommend the use of Tmoney/Cashbee for commuting in Korea, it’s cheaper than paying cash, and it saves you the embarrassment of digging out money from your pocket to pay for the ride while holding up the queue behind you. Oh yes… the bus driver will drive off immediately even when people are not settled yet. I’ve seen many ahjummas and ahjussis jolted and trying to balance themselves. And oh yes… unless you are in the ahjumma/ahjussi category, do offer them your seats.

Seoraksan National Park entrance is the last stop. 45mins up to 1 hour bus ride.

The road heading to the national park could be very congested. 10 or 11 am onwards, depending on the season you visit (I did mine autumn), the cars and buses crawl towards the entrance. You would also notice throngs of people prefer to walk the final 1km or so.

Entrance fee 3500W. Cash only. Daily basis only.

 

2. Where to stay?

Sokcho city has much to offer. If you are not hardcore on hiking Seoraksan and prefer a more happening night time and city sightseeing in the morning, stay in the city.

If your mission is solely Seoraksan, for goodness’ sake, stay near the national park.

I caught a red eye flight and reached Seoul about 6am. Got on a 7.30am bus heading to Sokcho, reached Seoraksan about noon. My plan was to do some leisure hiking in the afternoon, go to bed early and the next day start another hike at wee hours. So I picked to stay at a guesthouse only 3 stops away from the park entrance.

If you are riding the local bus, how do you know when to get off? The announcements are done in Korean and English, but how to anticipate how many more stops/minutes so you don’t have to panic, grab your bag and jump off the bus? or worse, missed your intended stop? The ‘Naver Map’ app. The bus driver doesn’t stop at every stops by default. You need to press the buzzer to inform him. That’s right, foreigner, that’s what you need to do yourself if no one else is alighting at your stop.

 

3. The Seoraksan Cable Car. Yay or Nay?

What the other websites warned about how tough it is to buy a cable car ticket is true. They are not exaggerating.

The cable car ride is about 5 minutes one way, and hike an easy 10 minutes you will unlock Gwongeumseong Fortress ! This trail is one of the quickest and easiest trail, a favourite family spot for the Koreans.

The cable car isn’t compulsory, you can still get to Ulsanbawi and Biseondae and everywhere else without it. So, for a solo traveler, yay or nay? Considering it’s 10,000W for return ride.

I decided to try my luck. At 1.28pm , duly noted from the screen that the next available ticket is 5.20pm. There isn’t a queue anymore!

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Surprise, surprise. The lady asked me “One person? 1.35pm ok?” I looked at my watch and stared at her. “Deh… deh…. now. Ok?” The perks of travelling alone, you are a filler. Haha! I took it and went upstairs for immediate boarding. I was very hungry, to be honest, but lunch gotta wait.

If cost isn’t an issue for you, it’s a YAY. The bird eye view is stunning. And the Gwongeumseong Fortress? Suffice to say, I keep hearing koreans muttering… “Daebak! Daebak !!”

Gwongeumseong Fortress

After to and fro the Cable Car, I grabbed lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon hiking to Biseondae.

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4. Food at Seoraksan

At 3pm, most restaurants sold out. Bring snacks and water.

There are many restaurants and fast food places at the park. You just need to beat the crowd or be willing to wait 40 minutes at peak hours for them to prepare the food.Ojingeo Sundae

Price? Expensive, of course. We are talking about 20,000W for a warm cooked dish. 6000W for a cuppacino.

5. Be the early bird

The next morning, I reached the entrance of the national park at 630am. I walked from my hotel to the park and witnessed the dawn of a new day, and saw the street lamps flickered off.

I didn’t intend to walk and waste my stamina on that 2km+ route, plus the road was really dark. It was 5.30am when I reached the bus stop. My mistake here, I should’ve consulted the Naver Map first. The first local bus 7/7-1 will pass me at 615am. My options? Walk or wait. If I walk,I figured I would reach the park entrance about the same time that the bus would. I kinda decided to turn back to the hotel and come back out later to catch the bus. But a solo figure with a backpack (like me) appeared, walked purposefully in the dark towards the park. Okay, what the heck, walk la. And I followed behind him. Must be a Caucasian, long legs and big strides. I swear I walked fast, but I lost him soon. His destiny in my life is to trigger me to walk out 2km at 5.30am in the morning, and then disappeared. Haha.

Okay anyway. I reached the park 6.30am. Duly noted the first local bus arrived too, dropping a few other early hikers. The ticket counter is open. The actual opening hours is elusive. Some website suggested that the entrance ticket booth opens 2 hours before sunrise, some says if you arrive at the weirdest hours and see no one, just walk into the park. It isn’t gated.

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Cold autumn morning. Compared to yesterday, this park is deserted? There’s no one at the Bear Statue! No one queuing at the toilet. It feels like I own the park, I own the trail and I own the day! Fantastic.

Ulsanbawi – my goal for the morning.

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I started my hike and it was wonderful. Go at your own pace. No congestion at bridges. I can stop anywhere to take a sip, adjust my earphones, take a picture or do up my neckwarmer without holding back a line. I don’t have to worry about overtaking people too. Totally your own pace.

The hike up, I crossed path with maybe about 30 people. On my way down, (8.30am, mind you) I think I easily saw 300+ people on the same trail. People are queuing at the swaying rock by 9am. And thousands at the park ground and restaurants area. The queue for the Seoraksan Cable Car at 9.30am? Beyond the building itself and snaked out (refer photo above). So, go early. Really.

6. Alone doesn’t mean Lonely

Reaching Heundeulbawi Rock at 730am, the world had just started to wake up. A lady was sweeping fallen leaves near the temple hermitage. She greeted softly from the top “Anyeong haseyo.”

That famous Heundeulbawi Rock is said to sway when people give it a push but it never fall or roll off the cliff. It is a must-do photo to pose a push, and there is always a long line for it. Not me, not at this hour.

Heundeulbawi Rock Seoraksan

Onwards to Ulsanbawi. The trail from Heundeulbawi to Ulsanbawi is marked red and labelled as ‘advanced’ because of the steep and seemingly unlimited bitchy stairs. My gym instructor gonna be smirking if i tell him that all the squats he made me do, paid off. Hike with mental power too. I told myself that my hot coffee is waiting up there and after all, it’s just going down later.

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The altitude changes drastically here, and the topography changes from trees to mostly rocks.

A Caucasian was making his way down. By this time, I realized Korean hikers are pretty reserved. They avoid eye contacts and rarely initiate a hello. I smiled at him. He said “Anyeong haseyo.” “Hello,” I replied. “Oh, you’re not Korean??” This is the guy (French) that walked in the dark in front of me earlier that morning! A lil chat and we parted ways.

Ulsanbawi… takes my breath away. Figuratively and literally. Every step was bloody worth it. When I approached the top, there were tears in my eyes in admiration of the beautiful creation of God.

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I sat there, soaked it all in for almost 30 minutes. I sipped hot coffee and thought about life. Reaching at 8am, which means it took me 1 and half hour one way. Pretty good!

An 67 years old ahjussi chats with me, and speaks good English, 5th time at Seoraksan. I sincerely complimented his country.

“15-20 years ago, people may not have heard of Samsung but now it’s in every house. And K-pop sweep over the world like a wave. South Korea is so well developed!”

“Not developed enough…” says the ol man.

“You’re 67. Are you still working or retired?” I asked.

“I need to work, I have no money. What about you, do you have a lot of money?”

“Haha no… I work, then I play. And I work, and I play.”

He paused for a while, and surprised me by saying “YOLO!”Ulsanbawi

 

7. Leaving Seoraksan and Sokcho

With my luggage, I boarded the local bus 7/7-1 to get to Sokcho Bus Terminal. Seats were all taken, so I stood with my luggage near one ahjumma. I tried to be friendly and communicated with smiles and hand signals. She responded in Korean, of course we didn’t get very far.

The funniest thing is, I kinda got kicked out from the bus. Remember there are 2 bus terminals in Sokcho city? They aren’t too near each other but both can get me to Seoul. Sokcho Intercity Bus Terminal is the last stop of the bus 7/7-1 which was where I came from the day before, and where I intended to alight later.

The bus was about to reach Sokcho Express Bus Terminal, when ahjumma suddenly exclaimed “Seoul?? Seoul??” I said, “Deh…. Dong Seoul.” She frantically indicated that I need to get down ASAP. I tried to indicate that I want to go to the other terminal, to no avail. She asked fellow passengers in the bus, and the chorus of ahjummas and ahjussi anxiously gave me the look that I should get down, like poor lost foreigner, doesn’t even know where to get off! (And remember the bus drivers aren’t exactly the patient kind.)

They were so warm and helpful that I felt helpless and that I must get off to make them feel better! I laughed it away, and pulled my luggage off the bus with me at one stop past Sokcho Express Bus Terminal. I saw 2 other Asian foreigners in the bus, mixed amusement at my predicament but probably secretly wondered if they should get down too. Ah~ a little change to the plan, no problemo . Til now, I do not know which route is better or cheaper or more frequent. Sokcho Intercity -> Dong Seoul; or Sokcho Express -> Dong Seoul. Go figure!

After stepping off the bus, breathed in a different air. A young Korean family indicated that I should follow them and how nice of them to lead me to the entrance of the Express terminal. Kamsahamnida~

The rest was easy. 16,700W from Sokcho Express Terminal to Dong Seoul. Look out for the platform that says ‘East Seoul’. 3-4 hours’ ride, one break. We met traffic congestion, so it took longer.





Eeyore kinda Birthday

2 10 2018

“True friend remembers your birthday, but not your age.” Hahaha, exactly the variable everyone is kind enough not to ask me. Blessed I am, indeed. Towards the end of September, I feel eeyorish about my birthday. Like, no big deal. Like, I don’t want any hoo-ha or celebrations or attempt of surprises that failed to surprise me but I still need to act surprised so that the organizers don’t feel so bad. Like, please… I don’t want any regular cakes (yes, I’ve developed a taste for more exotic ones now) or worse, leftover mooncakes. And I’ve disabled notifications on Facebook about my birthday and disabled posts on my wall. Not because I expect to be a somebody and being bombarded by wishes, no… but because honestly, it doesn’t really matter. Does it?

Yesh, I am 30++ !

As a respond to most well wishes, I sent this thanks.

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It is classically me and that’s how I feel. Head bowed from the heavy weight of a little butterfly, and a smile on my face.

Friends ordered a special cake. Really special because the homebaker only bakes it once in a blue moon when she has the mood and inspiration. Turns out to be a real gourmet, with certain refrigeration techniques and rules before eating it. Don’t bother to put it online because 90% chances, you can’t reorder it. The other superb product of another homebaker was a mooncake ice-cream. White color so you’d think it’s vanilla. But once I put a spoonful into my mouth, the flavour burst forth like fireworks. Smooth and aromatic green tea… WITH salted egg yolk! What an interesting fusion of taste.

Before this, the least expectations I have is towards my church friends. Because (I thought) they are simpletons, and because year in year out, we are running out of surprises. I rather they keep their time and effort to do something else more worthwhile. But this year, they pulled off the biggest plan ever. With so many potential factors for failures, they managed to touch my heartstrings. Through delicate planning and time coordination, by hiding their cars and shoes, wiping the wet shoemarks on the floor, by inviting other friends to play along, by blowing up balloons and arranging deco lights… wow. I almost thought that was a proposal surprise.

Then mom bought the earliest flight back to prepare a meal at home. My best buddy took time off from work to cook longevity noodles and made sure I had the Chinese traditional red egg.

My staff bought me a chocolate bouquet. Alamak! And countless of kind greetings over the phone. My ex housemates made me laughed early in the morning with their high tech nonsense!

I know I told myself that it doesn’t matter at all, that I don’t need any special treatment on this day to know that I am secure just the way I am. But God reminded me otherwise, that I am blessed, that I have family and friends who cares. And human being memang fanzin. I caught myself mentally checking off greetings from people I care about. Buddy A – ok done. Buddy B – ok done. Relative C – ok done. Contradictory woman, I know.

So I acutely took notice of people (that I cared about) that didn’t take notice. Ooops, bummer. Here I am, devoting a paragraph for that 1 or 2 person that forgot/ignored. Many that didn’t say hello didn’t bother me, but how come some did? Subconsciously expecting a message HB or something from them. Then I realize that if I care to be cared by those individuals, it actually matters. One was totally quiet, perhaps it’s a one sided care on my part. A close colleague didn’t send me any greeting, neither did a local friend and many others, they forgot but it didn’t affect me one bit, not a dent! One texted me and talked about other stuff and I suppose she totally forgot that it’s my birthday… and it hurts me tad a little bit. And then she reacted (click Like) to a FB status of mine, and still didn’t acknowledge my day, I came to a sad conclusion that she just doesn’t care. Not at the level that I do, for her. Or him. Just don’t revive whatever is dying, Lord. It’s quite tough to die over and over again. Damn. One paragraph that spoils it all.

So how’s my day? No lah, people of the previous paragraph didn’t spoil my day. Most people I love did shower me with appreciation and greetings. That pushes the day score say… 50 to 80, then to 90, 98. If those one or two fella sent me a HB, that would be perfect. But then again, 98% is pretty good and I am very grateful for those comprising the 98% !

This blogpost sounded narcissistic? Far be it from me, the intention of this is to remind myself somewhere down the road of life, that I am surrounded by friends and family who cares for me. Like Eeyore, not that we wanna be in the limelight, but when people are nice to us, we thank them for noticing us with a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Jesus, thank You for this life of mine. Thank you, even when I see myself as a candle that can be snuffed out anytime, You see me as precious.





Memek

9 09 2018
It’s been planned since a few months ago. Days are inching closer to the red circles on the calendar. We’re taking mom and dad for a vacation!! Hokaiddo, Japan!! Wohoo.
I was on the phone with Amelia discussing about work schedules, before we ended the call she asked “How are you going to Hokaiddo now?”
“Huh? AirAsia loh.”
“A bad earthquake hit that area.  I just saw the news like 6.6 Richter scale.”
Natural disasters… I sincerely hope the Japaneses recover from the loss, the pain and destructions. But then I must face the question. 3 days before the planned vacation, an earthquake hit your destination. Do you go on or plan for plan B? Dilemma. How do i even calculate the risk? I need to warn mom.
“Mom, have you heard?” I asked.
“The airport is closed?!?” Came the immediate respond with serious expressions.
I told her about the quake, which she already knew about it.
“Shall we proceed?” I probed.
“Proceed la. It’s Japan we are talking about. They can fix everything and they can complete it quickly. “
“No mom, I mean aren’t you afraid of the danger? There could be more tremors while we are there. “
“Halo I grew up in Taiwan. What’s some tremor?”
“What if there’s tsunami and stuff and we die?”
And her reply came easy, so simple yet so profound, so straight up but still so deep and hidden.
“Hah! If I can just daktungchiang like that, that’ll be nice.”
Enroute to Hokaiddo, we transit at KL and decided to drop by Tampin. Today is a Sunday, I’ll wanna worship God. So I arranged to join aunt Florence to church. And during breakfast, I just casually asked if mom wanna come along. Surprisingly she said ok (dad said ok but later changed his mind).
Mom sat beside me at church. And it dawned on me, how blessed it is to have mom coming to church with me today. How precious she is to me but I must have forgotten. She is the one who mom all of us and she can absolutely take care of herself, but who is showing her extra care or make her feel special for once?
While worshipping the Lord, I was touched and tears were pooling. Mom noticed that I was wiping away tears and she reached for my hand, smiled at me.
She has very warm and comforting hands. Good to travel to cold countries.
I’m typical Asian. I love my folks and I suppose they know it when I do things like… taking them for a holiday and spend time with them? Suppose some words unspoken won’t make a lot of difference?
Anyhow I plucked up my courage, and told mom “Memek, i love you. ” for the first time in a very long time.
With one hand she held mine firmly and I noticed she wiped her eyes with the other.
God bless my mom




See you there !

18 08 2018

Imagine Passover Feast in the olden Jewish days. The term feasts in Hebrew literally means “appointed times.” At appointed times declared as holiday, people put aside what they are normally doing and do something else in remembrance of something significant.

So there will be a feast next week. We gather once in 3 years, comrades of the same faith making pilgrimage via AirAsia from all over Malaysia.

I texted LAL, a friend from Melaka High School. I liked to hang out with her during my form 6 days coz she had (and still has) an evil witty tongue. She didn’t care about a lone Sabahan travelled so far for education. No mercy, no pity and she being raw and real, I found this friend to be true and honest. She was a fighter and although she may attack me from the front, I knew she got my back.

Me :  Oi, am I going to see you next week?

LAL : Yes, we are coming.

Me : We who?

(after a few minutes, a picture of her kids reached me)

LAL : This bunch. And my hubby.

Me : Whoa. Jesus found your hubby?

LAL : Yes! 2 years ago

After many many many minutes, LAL texted me again.

Thank you for bringing me to Christ. Thank you.… Even my dad knows who is the person who brought me to Christ. He still remembers your name.

God has the wonderful plan for all of us. He can bring you from Sabah to Melaka to show me the testimony of Christ. He loves us so much !! It’s like the seed growing and you don’t know when you can harvest. (emoji with the shades)

Reminder to self : I don’t remember telling her about Jesus then. It was during the university days, when LAL hit a roadblock and I visited her. I half heartedly invited her to church and the rest was history. She appeared like those with strong chinese roots and a red altar at home, tongue sharp like sword, exactly those kind of people you think is opinionated and won’t be interested. That was what I saw on the outside, but God has a divine plan. She has a seed of faith inside that I couldn’t see.

See you at the feast, buddy.

Heart full.