Journey of a Dream

Exactly 2 years ago, I was very attracted to ppl with good looks, charms and wits. Not that it is wrong, but I often look at their strength, often neglecting their weaknesses. As a result, I turned out to be a very imbalance person. I sought to accept their approval, and would sometimes compromise just to accomodate them. I knew such ppl was not what I needed, yet that was very much I what wanted.

I am thankful to say now that I finally came to my senses. I can't be immoral just because they are. I am not a mold for them, but I am a mold for God. I finally aligned what I need with what I want.

For the past one year, I hardly posted anything. I am not surprised if anyone stopped being a follower of this blog. Life had been mundane, I had been working, and then more work. I contemplated, and had a zillion times of soul searching. I can't comprehend what exactly I need to do. There had been happier times, let's just say. In between the mundaneness I appreciate the night outs with my besties, be it a movie or elbowing at Jol-and- Amy- knows- where. I love Jol even more (I say this cos I know she won't read it). And for Siew Lee, I just want to thank her for all the years of friendship. She trusted in me when I couldn't trust myself. And the things that I desire so much, they are still desires. But I must applaud myself for having overcome many things, such as what started as a crush back in EMERGE 2006.

OK back to the topic, Ps Kong preached a mighty message on Saturday night. This year EMERGE, there were not many sessions with Ps Kong. But it was one that I needed. I have heard for countless times to pray, read the Bible, fast, though the message is about this, so ordinary yet it was delivered in such extraordinary power. I must admit that this is one area that I have neglected.

As I grow older, the less happy I become. Troubles and burdens are ever so real. Fear and disappointment robbed me of my joy. A future and a hope, it's something that I almost stopped believing. Instead, I believe that I am good for nothing. The trauma and stigma that I lived with the past 2 years, I wonder if they would ever heal. When I thought it would heal, the scar opened up a few inches more.

Today, I decided that I must begin once again. And it was so powerful. I felt God reaffirming me with His love. And this journey must go on for a long long time till eternity.

I am not really an emo person especially at work. Though sometimes I lose my cool when things are not done properly, I control my emotions so well that when I am up in my room, everything is alright again. I can still do my work, continue my routine.. but today, I just feel powerless and defenseless. I trembled and couldn't focus on doing anything. My heart is divided. How come it feels like I am a puppet being pulled about? Just that I am not quite a puppet.

I had two very daunting dreams lately on 2 consequtive nights. One was a dream so sweet yet I do not desire it coming to past and it never will, and another a nightmare which haunts me with my greatest fear.

Dream One
Two years after Pre U has ended, in a very unlikely circumstance, I started tutoring him Chemistry like he used to for me. And two years hence, he found me a changed person; a lot more committed with my work than the playful girl I was. At one class, our lips met in a lock and we began once again.

Dream Two
Someone announced that he is getting married. And his wedding will be broadcast live. I declined to attend his church wedding, but somehow, I was stuck with watching his wedding on TV. The broadcaster interviews the happy couple, the proud parents, and I was at home struck with my greatest fear, to watch someone I once loved so dearly marrying someone else.

2 nights, 2 dreams, 2 different person, of revisiting the past and wondering what the future will be.

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As the car door slammed behind her, a tinge of sadness filled the early morning air, but it was not just the air, instead it was the emotional door that John had slammed once and for all all, closing every opportunity of reconciliation. As Sue walked into the house and John's car already out of sight, she reminisced on what went wrong during that night that seemed so surreal with all the smoke and intoxication. She was baffled.

It could be well said that it was a date, perhaps a two - friends - meeting - after - such - a - long - long - time kind of thing, but more accurately, it was a disaster. She remember being picked up at 5, and John had been friendly, but by 11pm, it was a totally different story. The friendliness and warmth has turned into coldness and self - absorption. Had John turned bipolar or whatever that is (the author is not very good with medical cliche)? Had it been Nicholas Smith, George Smith, or even Maddox Smith (all suppotitious, non - existent persons) for that matter, it would have been debatable. But for John Smith, Sue should have expected it.

John Smith, Dr. A man of intelligence. A man that for too much intelligence, he turned arrogant. A man who believes that 25 is the age to bang all the women he could possibly bang. A man who thought he has seen it all, done it all when indeed, it was quite the opposite. A man of folly.

Sue Gordon, only a Miss. An imbecile woman who believed that every human's nature began as good. The more she wanted to put her best, the more it failed; she had it all wrong. It wasn't a show to impress someone. It was about the man she had long sufferingly loved, waited, and devoted much time to prayer. And when at one point when the preacher asked what was the one thing she would ask for, it was about John.

He had it all wrong too; she wanted to become Mrs Smith but it was not in her slightest to become Mrs Dr Smith. He had it wrong. John's silence had broken the feeble heart of Sue's, and he hadn't got any initiative to mend it back. She had loved much, but with all the love she hated even more. The pain that for such a time would not heal, Sue would often find it stitched but for no apparent reason, the wound opened up again. Now the door is shut forever!

Since shifting here, I remember having been bored and stressed, but never been sad that I can't bring myself to be here because my thoughts play on me. There were days I was so poor (that I couldn't afford to go out) and frustrated (for not having a job yet) that I just had to stay at home. But these 2 days, I just have to get away. Having the comfort of home means I am allowed to mourn and cry, but I don't allow myself to do that. I do not want to cry over the same thing that I used to cry over. I don't want to have the deja vu again. When someone fools you once, it's his fault. When he fools you a second time, then it is your fault. I know that principle a long time, but yet I still fall into the same hole. I am not very smart isn't it? But it is only at home that I can encounter God once more. Jesus asked Peter, "Who do you say I am?" and Peter had a revelation that day that Jesus is the Son of God. While praying today, I had a revelation of who God is - He is the Great Physician who is capable of healing me, greater than any other physicians in the world. He's the only physician I need.