And suddenly, it hits me.
August 5th, 2007 by raburabu_panda:kuririnmail.com||mood:
~ worried||
||music: Friends - 大塚 愛||
This is going to be a little religious. So to those who are kind of annoyed by people who talk about religious stuff in their blogs, I don’t really think you should hang around in here.
Okay, now that it’s all clear…
It started last Friday. At youth fellowship, our speaker’s topic was about the signs of rapture. It was true; all the signs were starting to show up. Wars and rumors of wars, global warming, and all the other signs. He woke us up, saying that we should not be easy-breezy Christians who just share the Gospel when we feel like it, especially because we are still young.
He made us think about it: the approaching rapture, Christians suddenly disappearing, car and airplane crashes here and there, accidents, and all the other things that could happen. Especially to those who were unsure of their salvation.
Although that’s what he wanted us to think about, I was thinking of something else: I didn’t want Jesus to come get us just yet. Not when I haven’t done what I want to.
Yeah, please, rebuke me. Ask me if I’m really sure of my salvation or something, ‘coz I really think something’s wrong with me for thinking like that.
But seriously. I know it’s selfish, but…
I want to graduate from college. I want to experience what it’s like to teach, to educate. To give hope to special children. To earn my first salary and give it to my parents. To feel what it’s like to earn money myself and spend it the way I want to — whether for vanity, personal needs — any way I want to spend it.
I want to start dating after college. I want to experience what it’s like to go to movies together without worrying that I might bump into someone I know at the mall, that we might get discovered. I want to go driving together in his car. To do crazy things together. To watch a concert together. To go to Enchanted Kingdom together. Maybe even Disneyland Tokyo.
I want to cosplay some more. I want to work so hard that I would have more than enough money to spend for cosplaying. I want to be the apple of the photographers’ eyes on cons. I want to make a name in the convention industry, and make Koyama-look-a-like notice me, so that he’ll be so sorry he snobbed me when we were younger. I want to be even bigger than Alodia Gosiengfiao.
I want to go to Japan and settle there. Okay, maybe not yet settle, but I’ll see. I want to take lots of sticker photos and walk around Roponggi in really trendy Japanese street wear. I want to meet real gals. To be part of the live audience of Shonen Club (if they still have that show by the time I’m old enough to earn money to go to Japan). To watch 愛-ちゃん’s concert. To meet VKei guys. To feel what it’s like sleeping in capsule hotels. To go to Fujikyu Highlands with a kareshi.
Most of all, I want to feel contented. I don’t want to regret not being able to do this and that. I don’t want my ambitions to go to waste. I’m very ambitious, if you still can’t tell.
I know it’s going to be so much better in Heaven, with all my fellow brothers and sister in Christ glorifying God all day long, with all the angels, and with all the mansions He has prepared for us.
But somehow, I don’t want Him to come while I’m trying to fulfill my dreams. I know it’s so selfish and un-Christian-like, but I really wish He’d let me reach all my goals first, and make my ambitions reality.
Seriously, someone please give me a sermon-y comment. I know there are a lot of Christians out there reading my blog, so I hope you guys can help me.

~ seriously sad||
I had to pretend that I didn’t appreciate anything he was doing to let me know just how much he cared for me, when the truth was I really did. He will never know about that warm feeling that spread throughout my chest everytime he did acts that told me he remembered me in everything he did.



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