Tuesday, March 3, 2026

O God, Guide my steps

Tue 03/03/2026

This is a popular Indonesian Christian prayer song. I learned it during my undergraduate days in the early 1980s. Today, I'd like to post its lyrics and guitar chords here along with my translation into English. The English lyrics are "singable" in the original tune.

Oh Tuhan Pimpinlah Langkahku

Key: C
  C    F    C — Am
Oh Tuhan pimpinlah langkahku
  Dm    G    C — G
Ku tak b'rani jalan sendiri
  C    F    Em — Am
SertaMu itulah doaku
  Dm    G7    C
Ajarku merendahkan diri
  Dm    G    Em — Am
Menurut FirmanMu s'tiap hari
  D  D7    G    D/A  G/B  G
Jadikan pelita dalam g'lap
  C    C7    F  F#o
Mencari domba yang sesat
  Em    Am    Dm    G  C
Itulah kerinduan jiwaku

O God, Guide my steps

O my God, guide my steps, lead my way
I'm afraid, I dare not walk alone
To be with you, O LORD, this I pray
May I learn to humble myself
To abide by your word day by day
As a light that shines in the dark
To look for lost sheep on the way
That, O God, is the longing of my soul

English lyrics by Harold Huang
Tue 03/03/2026 17:35 hrs GMT+8
#songs #heartfelt


Friday, June 6, 2025

Nobody's Park

(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child)

As I was slowly passing
A busy town one day
I lingered for a moment
To watch people on their way

Alone, in eerie silence
Sat a park under the sky
The lonely weeds, they spoke to me
With words that made me cry

I'm nobody's park, I'm nobody's park
Just like the rain clouds, I'm growing dark
My bridge is broken, my neglect is stark
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's park . . .

Nobody's Park
by Harold Huang
2025-06-06 00:31 hrs GMT+8
#sightsandsounds #heartfelt

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Mermaid with a lion head

I wrote this poem after I came across a photo of visitors to Merlion Park Singapore trying to position themselves to appear to be drinking from the fountain of water spouting from the Merlion statue.

A mermaid with a lion head
Much water doth it spout
A thirsty man looked up to wait
His body fat and stout

Into the river, water sprayed
So deep down did it sink
Alas! In vain did Thirsty wait
No water did he drink

Mermaid with a lion head
By Harold Huang
Tue 2025-01-28 1150 hrs GMT+8
#sightsandsounds #daydreams

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Vibrations of the soul

GETARAN JIWA 1958 — VIBRATIONS OF THE SOUL

Singable English lyrics,
my version . . . Updated with rhyming on 2026-03-25

VERSE 1:
Getaran jiwa, melanda hatiku
Vibrations of the soul, they flood into my heart

Tersusun nada, irama dan lagu
The tones, the me-lody, a song it does impart

CHORUS:
Walau hanya sederhana
Although it's only a sim-ple tune
Tetapi tak mengapa
It doesn't matter to me
Moga dapat membangkitkan
May it bring about an awakening
Sedarlah kamu wahai insan
Won't you wake up, my friend, and see

VERSE 2:
Tak mungkin hilang, Irama dan lagu
It never goes away, this melody and song

Bagaikan kumbang, Sentiasa bermadu
Like bees and flowers, with honey all day long

ENDING:
Andai dipisah lagu dan irama
And if torn apart, the song from melody
Lemah tiada berjiwa, hampa
I will be weak and lifeless, emp—ty . . .

Vibrations of the soul
English lyrics by Harold Huang
1st edition 27Aug24 1848 hrs
2nd edition 25Mar26 GMT+8
#song #daydreams #heartfelt

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Two hands

— in conjunction with Teachers' Day.

It takes two hands to keep in step,
the hands of teacher and child.
They move in tune, one with the other,
in a lesson made worthwhile.

The teacher speaks
the child will listen
The teacher shows
the child pays attention

The teacher asks
the child will answer
The teacher explains
the child will ponder.

The teacher leads
the child will follow
In teacher's steps
the child will shadow

The teacher prompts
questions to bring
The teacher helps
the child to think

Teacher's hand begins to slow
when child's hand begins to grow
Teacher's hand will move along
when child's hand is big and strong.

Two Hands
by Harold Huang
Thu 16May24 1122 hrs GMT+8
Upd. Fri 17May24 0630 hrs
#heartfelt #journeyinlife

Monday, April 22, 2024

Fond memories . . .

— in remembrance of a dearly beloved classmate who passed away this morning.

You left us with fond memories
through the years we've been apart
of enduring sincere friendship
and the kindness of your heart

You left us with fond memories
of good things you could do
from making pin-hole cameras
to calligraphy writing too

You left us with fond memories
of warm and friendly words
in your soft-spoken demeanour
not a slander have we heard

You left us with fond memories
that time can never erase
memories strong and vivid
we shall cherish all our days

Today you left us all for good
never to return again
in our remaining years on earth
our hearts will feel the pain.

Fond Memories
by Harold Huang
Mon 22Apr2024 1512 hrs GMT+8
#heartfelt #journeyinlife

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

A gust of grief

A gust of grief,
A storm of sorrow,
A hail of heartbreak,
swept through relentlessly.

All that I have stood upon,
believed in,
and held on to,
vanished suddenly,
leaving behind
bare bones of betrayal
in a dark dungeon of deceit
with crooked corridors of craftiness

I asked myself,
Why?
There was no answer.

A Gust of Grief
by Harold B Huang
#journeyinlife
Wed 27Mar24 0747hrs GMT+8

Thursday, November 16, 2023

A Spoonful of Malaysian Magic

An Anthology —

A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe.
A shapeshifter frees Kedah from the dreaded Raja Bersiong only to uncover a darker secret.
A woman learns to channel her family’s food magic.
A young huntress of supernatural creatures charts her own path of love . . .

This anthology of short stories offers fresh takes on Malaysian folklore and fairy tales, adds enchantment to the ordinary, and bursts with new, wonderful flavours. Stir a little spoonful of magic into your tea, whether you’re from these shores or from far away.


Stories by

Collin Yeoh • Hamizah Adzmi • Ilnaz A. Faizal • Ismim Putera • Joni Chng • Joshua Lim • Julia Alba • Rowan C • Sharmilla Ganesan • Stuart Danker • Syazwani Jefferdin • Zufar Zeid


Cover Art and Design:Amita Sevellaraja (amitaseve.com)
Illustrations:Yura (yura-w.carrd.co)
Postcard Design:Chew Yuin-Y (instagram.com/elvenstar/)

Release date:23 November 2023
Published by:Teaspoon Publishing
Print ISBN:978-967-19634-6-3
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Collin Yeoh has wanted to be a writer all his life, and indeed has been writing professionally for 17 years. At some point, he remembered that advertising copy wasn’t what he wanted to write growing up as a lonely bookworm kid. He now finds writing things that have plots, characters, themes, genres, and that won’t be subject to notes like “please include more product benefits” a lot more fun. He lives in Kuala Lumpur.

Hamizah Adzmi is a storyteller and currently works as the Knowledge Mobilization Programme Officer for Musawah, an international women’s rights NGO. She pursued a MA in Creative Writing under the Chevening scholarship in 2016/2017, where she focused on writing fiction revolving around Malaysian women. Previously, she was in the media industry and taught Creative Writing in universities. Her interests include books, writing, and feminism.
Link : https://www.twitter.com/omgthisbook

Ilnaz A. Faizal enjoys writing stories that cross between the genres of horror, fantasy, and romance. She also writes poetry and screenplays. Her favourite authors are Sarah Dessen and R.L Stine. When she’s not writing, she can either be found reading, embroidering cartoon characters, or sleeping.
Link : https://twitter.com/Ilnaz_Faizal

Ismim Putera (he/him) is a poet and writer from Sarawak, Malaysian Borneo. His works can be found in online journals as well as anthologised in To Let the Light In Anthology of Life and Death, Instinct: Asian Speculative Poetry 2021, Colours of Tapestry 2: Stories from Asia, Unsaid: An Asian Anthology, and recently in The Big Book of Malaysian Horror. His poem “Durian Blossoms” won third place in the 7th Singapore Poetry Contest (2021) and “Jantina” was longlisted for the Malaysian Poetry Competition (2021).
Link : https://twitter.com/ismimputera

Joni Chng is a writer and photographer based in Malaysia, born and raised in Kedah. She draws a lot of inspiration from diverse cultures around the world, particularly from the Far East and Southeast Asia, with speculative elements of her own invention thrown in for good measure. Her work has appeared in several anthologies and magazines, including The Big Book of Malaysian Horror Stories (Fixi Novo, 2022), Night Terrors: Vol. 21 (Scare Street, 2022), Tainted Love: Women in Horror (Twisted Wing productions, 2021), and NANG 3: Fiction (2017).
Link : https://twitter.com/jonichng | https://www.instagram.com/jonichng/

Joshua Lim writes stories that reimagine the world around him. His fantasy short story “Generation Game Night” was shortlisted for the Malaysian Short Story Writing Competition 2022, and his other works have appeared in Fixi Novo’s anthologies KL Noir: Magic (2021) and The Big Book of Malaysian Horror Stories (2022). He is currently a medical student who finds time in between classes to write fiction and overthink his future.

A medical officer and quality manager by profession, Julia Alba has been writing fiction since she was a teenager. She loves a great story no matter the genre or the medium, whether it’s a book, a video game, an anime or a movie. Her bad habit is her inability to resist buying too much Harry Potter merchandise. She lives in Perak with her husband and daughter.
Link : https://twitter.com/joo_leeyah

Rowan C is 22 years old and currently studying accounting, which inspired the title of this work. They’re also heavily inspired by the D&D games they play, and they’ve always looked up to Neil Gaiman and the late Terry Pratchett. They hope, through their work, these interests of theirs can be shared with all of you.

Sharmilla Ganesan is a radio presenter, writer, and culture critic based in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. She was with The Star newspaper for over a decade; currently, she is attached to BFM 89.9, where she hosts shows on current affairs, the arts, books, and film. She has also written for The Atlantic, South China Morning Post, NewNaratif, and ArtsEquator.
Link : https://twitter.com/sharmillag | https://www.instagram.com/sharmillag/

Stuart Danker is a Malaysian author who’s spent a decade writing across multiple genres and mediums, and that’s after plying his trade in various industries such as hairdressing and accounting. His first novel, Tinhead City, KL, debuted in 2021. Find him at www.stuartdanker.com.
Link: https://twitter.com/stuartdanker | https://www.instagram.com/storystuey/

Syazwani Jefferdin is currently a 24-year-old PhD in English student at Nottingham University Malaysia. She has been writing since she was 9 and has been writing fantasy fiction since high school. Currently, she’s working on her PhD creative work titled God’s Eyes, a novel that will explore the Fantasy genre with Malaysian elements imbedded alongside classic western Fantasy elements.

Zufar Zeid lives in the morgue and tries to give a voice to the dead. In his free time, he pretends to write but is actually just daydreaming his life away.
Link: https://twitter.com/Lv80Necromancer | https://www.instagram.com/zufzeid/



ABOUT THE EDITOR

Anna Tan writes fantasy stories and fairy tales, and helps people publish books at Teaspoon Publishing. She also wrangles writers and deadlines for the Malaysian Writers Society (MYWriters) and Penang Art District.

Anna has an MA in Creative Writing: The Novel under a Chevening scholarship and is the current President of MYWriters. She can be found tweeting as @natzers and forgetting to update annatsp.com.

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Friday, April 7, 2023

The Witches' Brew

Day 7 Prompt: A List

Today's prompt for National Poetry Writing Month is to write a poem using a list.
I have chosen part of the ingredients listed in the witches brew described in Shakespeare's Macbeth Act 4 Scene 1 for my poem —

"Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble."

It is often said, though arguably, that each ingredient in the witches brew is actually a plant, a flower, a seed or herb.
Here's my poem explaining some of those ingredients:

The Witches Brew

Eye of newt and toe of frog
the witches mixed them up
'twas nothing more than mustard seeds
and the yellow buttercup

Wool of bat and tongue of dog
were part of witches creed
The bat wool merely holly leaves
the dog a houndstongue weed

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting
next went into the brew
Neither snake nor worm were boiled,
just a violet, a poppy or two

Then there was a lizard's leg
along with an owlet's wing
— little bits of ivy and garlic
as witches continued to sing

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
07Apr23 2121 hrs GMT+8
Edited 2200 hrs

Thursday, April 6, 2023

The Slayer

Day 6 Prompt: Borrowed sounds

La Paloma (The Dove), originally composed around 1863 by Spanish composer Sebastián Iradier. The first stanza and bridge is reproduced below:

"Una canción me recuerda aquel ayer
Cuando se marchó en silencio un atardecer
Se fue con su canto triste a otro lugar
Dejó como compañera mi soledad

Una paloma blanca me canta al alba
Viejas melancolías, cosas del alma
Llegan con el silencio de la mañana
Y cuando salgo a verla vuela a su casa"


A poem in English using sounds borrowed from the lyrics of the above Spanish song —

The Slayer

An ancient me recruited as a slayer
Marched in silence with Ataxerxes
Consumed by thirst to ambush like a cougar
Day and night accompanied by solitude

Then I turned pale and blank in a battle
A wave of melancholy filled my armour
Trembling in silence 'neath my fierce demeanour
Will I be vanquished by this invincible warrior?

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
06Apr23 2006 hrs GMT+8

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

He laughs

Day 5 Prompt: Inappropriate laughter

Our beloved Teacher

Teacher made a silly mistake
with an answer to his sums
We laughed

Teacher missed a little step
he stumbled in front of us
We laughed

Teacher jumped up suddenly
a bug crawled on his desk
We laughed

Teacher forgot the lyrics
singing our old school song
We laughed

Teacher lets us laugh at him
He makes us laugh with him
He laughs

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
05Apr23 2317 hrs GMT+8

Tuesday, April 4, 2023

A triolet

Day 4 Prompt: A triolet

  • a triolet consists of eight lines with the rhyme scheme ABaAabAB —
  • where A, B are repeated lines;
  • and a, b are rhyming lines with A, B respectively,
  • with each line written in iambic tetrameter
"A verse in rhyme" — a triolet

It is so hard to write in rhyme
A verse in rhyme I'll try to write
I may not get it done on time
It is so hard to write in rhyme
What seems to me an uphill climb
To make the matching words sound right
It is so hard to write in rhyme
A verse in rhyme I'll try to write

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
04Apr23 1920 hrs GMT+8

Monday, April 3, 2023

An opposite poem

Day 3 Prompt: An opposite poem

Today's prompt for National Poetry Writing Month is to write an opposite poem. My poem is based on the following original verse by William Blake —

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour

(by William Blake, in "Auguries of Innocence")


** Opposite **
Ignore the sand that builds our world
and wild flowers that make our heaven
Our finite hands are held by infinity
An hour a captive of eternity

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
03Apr23 1707 hrs GMT+8

Surreal

Day 2 Prompt: Surreal

The heavy laden aeroplane
floats lightly through the air
It crawls like a snail among the clouds
soon it's no longer there

I hear its engines hum and roar
in a silent voiceless sky
The huge craft passes high above
like a sparrow flying by

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
03Apr23 0950 hrs GMT+8

Sunday, April 2, 2023

A Book Cover

Day 1 Prompt: A book cover

A book is discovered when
you see its elegant form
with vivid colours and
pretty pictures on its cover
you'd want to take a closer look

A book is uncovered when
you find its meaningful title
clearly written and
boldly printed across its cover
you'd want to get a glimpse within

A book is recovered when
you encounter its profound story
quietly lurking and
patiently waiting beneath its cover
you'd want to wake it up from sleep
and read it through

from cover to cover

#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo
By Harold B Huang
02Apr23 1135 hrs GMT+8

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

The Number Seventeen

I wrote these thoughts about the significance of the number seventeen in my life and posted them on facebook more than 7½ years ago, on 17Apr2015.

I think I should have it in this blog too, under the collection "Journey In Life", so here it is —

The Number Seventeen

The number 17 appears to mark significant milestones in my life.

I was born on the 17 day of the month. When I was 17 years old, I converted to Christianity.

In the same year, I was admitted into hospital for the first time, for pulmonary TB, an illness that I contacted soon after I was born, that I had unknowingly suffered for about 17 years of my life.

After I was discharged from hospital, It took me two years to finish the course of outpatient treatment, right until I completed Upper Form Six in 1978.

Then, in 1995, father passed away. It was 17 years after I had finished Sixth Form.

Credit : Image by Yeung Shing Hin — My drawing, Public Domain,
Link

Today, the 17th day of April 2015, marks the last day of work at my college. I go to hand over my official duties to my colleagues and return my ID card and office keys to the HR department.

I am now on official leave until the end of the month. Finally, on the 30th of April, will be officially retired, after working for 17 years and 17 days at this job.

When will the next milestone occur?

I do not know. I will put my trust and confidence in the Almighty One, the Creator of Heavens and Earth, who has granted His Grace through His Only Begotten Son, Yeshua the Anointed One.


"Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come.
'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And Grace will lead me home!"

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Book Launch: Absolution by Anna Tan

Absolution is the final book in the series, "Absolution", a trilogy of young adult fantasy stories set in a magical land called Nusantara. The events unfolding in this book occur five years after the conclusion of the first book Amok.

"Absolution is both a quest for absolution and a journey of faith as Sultan Mikal attempts to restore Kudus’ blessing on the kingdom of Terang and preserve their magical gifts." (Anna Tan)

An Excerpt from CHAPTER 5

Story note:
Tulen is living as a servant in the Impian Palace. In the earlier part of Chapter 5, Tulen is talking to Magda, the head cook & Tengku Nawal’s nanny, in the kitchen when they hear Tengku Nawal throwing a tantrum. They go up to her room to find out what’s going on.

What Tengku Nawal wants, of course, is something we can’t do anything about.

“I don’t want to get married!” she shrieks as we step into the room.

“Tengku? Tengku Nawal? What’s the matter, sayang?” Magda says.

Tengku Nawal flings her arms around Magda’s waist and buries her face in her chest.
“Magda, oh Magda, Ayahanda is a horrible person. He’s forcing me to get married to some fat old foreign raja!”

Magda flounders. Che Nuri groans from the sofa, her face buried in her hands.

“You’re the only one who loves me, Magda. The only one who doesn’t want to send me away!” Tengku Nawal wails. “Ayahanda doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me around anymore!”

Yes, because you’re annoying. I keep my head down and stare at the floor to prevent myself from rolling my eyes.

“It’s only the Sultan of Maha,” Che Nuri grumbles through her hands, “the actual twenty-year-old ruler of this Sultanate.”

My head shoots up so fast my neck hurts. “That’s not a foreign raja.”

“Who asked you, girl?” Tengku Nawal snaps. “You wouldn’t understand!”

I clap a hand over my mouth and stare down at the floor again, my cheeks heating up.

“Magdaaaaaaaa!” she whines.

I can hear rare impatience leaking out from Magda’s thoughts—leftover irritation from our earlier conversation?—before she deliberately pushes it away. She runs a soothing hand down Tengku Nawal’s back.

“Come, sayang, talk to Magda. What did your father say?”

“He sent me a letter,” she wails, passing Magda a crumpled piece of paper. “He didn’t even bother to come and talk to me himself. He sent Nuri here with a letter.”

Her thoughts radiate with hurt and betrayal, and her eyes start to tear up again. By now, I know what’s coming, so I slip out of the room. There’s fresh bawling before I’m even halfway down the corridor.

In the kitchen, I spy an earlier batch of pastries cooling on the table. Didn’t Magda once say that pastries calmed Tengku Nawal? I try to remember when I heard that, but realise she hadn’t actually said it. Should I get pastries to calm the brat down?—I’d read it off her thoughts when I was following her in the market.

I stretch out my Gift towards Tengku Nawal’s room. I can’t catch any single thought from where I am—it’s all a tangled mess of whispers—but the fragments I catch seem calmer, less roiling. I put a few puffs on a tray along with a glass and the pitcher of water I came to get and head back into the tiger’s lair.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anna Tan grew up in Malaysia, the country that is not Singapore. She is interested in Malay/Nusantara and Chinese legends and folklore in exploring the intersection of language, culture, and faith.
Anna has an MA in Creative Writing: The Novel under a Chevening scholarship and is the President of the Malaysian Writers Society. She can be found tweeting as @natzers and forgetting to update annatsp.com.

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Thursday, July 7, 2022

Falling waters

Write in the park, day 21

Falling waters, a sonnet.

I came across a lively waterfall,
as I walked one morning in the park.
Its rocky cliff face imposing and tall,
adorned by shrubs and trees with thorny bark.

Restless waters noisy and excited,
Hastily running towards the rocky edge.
Leaping, jumping, looking much delighted,
Prancing, dancing, like actors on a stage.

A waterfall in the park

Rushing, gushing, one another pushing,
stumbling, tumbling, rumbling through the air.
Dropping, diving, frantically screaming,
falling swiftly into a pool down there.

These waters live a short and care-free life,
they're born to fall, it's how the waters thrive.

"Falling waters, a sonnet" — by Huang Bing Yao
Thu 07Jul22 0933 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthepark
#sonnet

Saturday, July 2, 2022

Look beyond

Write in the park, Day 20

Look beyond the canopy
of leaves that fill your view
High up in the clear blue sky
you'll find your hope anew

Look beyond the canopy
of weaknesses that impede
Rise above all disability
and find the strength you need

Look beyond the canopy
of anxiety and fear
Stand your ground firmly
you'll find courage appear

Look beyond the canopy

Look beyond the canopy
of failures from the past
Avail yourself of opportunity
find success that will last

Look beyond the canopy
of branches obstructing your view
fly up to the clear blue sky
and find freedom anew

"Look beyond" — by Huang Bing Yao
Sat 02Jul22 0908 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #heartfelt
#writeinthepark

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

A Child's Hope

Write in the park, Day 19.

I hope to grow up big and strong,
the budding green shoot says,
With sturdy branches all year long
and green leaves every day.

Like those tall trees standing by,
towering over me,
Reaching high up to the sky,
for everyone to see.

An immense tree I hope to be
tho' now I'm just a shoot,
Tiny buds is all you see
I'm no taller than a foot.

There is a long long way to go,
to turn from shoot to tree.
Nonetheless I hope to grow
A huge tree I shall be.

"A Child's Hope" — by Huang Bing Yao
Tue 28Jun22 1510 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthepark

(I took this photo of a young budding shoot of an agave plant on Tue 21Jun22 in Westlake Garden.)

Budding hope

O God, Guide my steps

Tue 03/03/2026 This is a popular Indonesian Christian prayer song. I learned it during my undergraduate days in the early 1980s. Today, I...