8th Jan 2009 - rek

Last night, irin told me that she was uncomfortable with the changes that i'm going through recently. she was very upset why my change was so drastic and i was so insistent on it. so i share a old story with her which i havent told anyone before.

In my life, there were twice when i reached high, but fall short. the first time was when i signed up as an air force officer. the second time was when i worked to start a new company with yeo.

During my time of as an officer cadet, one of the course i had to go through was the jungle survival course. On the day when we were injected into the jungle. i got lost while looking for material to work with. i even stumbled into other cadet's campsite. that shows how far did i go.

i was cold as it was drizzling, hungry, tired, lost and scared. later on i was told, they were about to activate the entire camp to comb the jungle to look for me. but knowing the size of the jungle, even if they start to comb, there's a chance that they wont be able to find me too.

I drank from the milo river. i wander for who knows how long. i was shaking with fear. i prayed for help. anyone.

then i "saw" some one in white with long longing hair, beckoning to me from a distance, asking me to follow. when i moved nearer, it's always abit further from me. why am i following it? i dont know. it just feels very "family" very powerful. i know that it wont hurt me.

i reach the riverside. Then they found me. the office in charge told me luckily i was smart enough to go to the riverbank.

When back in singapore, i went to church. sort of fulfill the promise to go church and to search for the presence again. the first time i went, i sort of feel it abit. the second time i went, i couldnt feel it anymore. so i stopped going to church.

Recently, i feel it calling to me again. so i approached my sis to ask about her church. the rest i think are sort of in the blog.