I had a strange Dream before I suddenly woke up: I met a group of old H.K. secondary classmates, and I said to them, "Don't beat me, don't beat me." (Something like that, I can't recall exactly) They led me to a chapel, but it turned out to be a restaurant; a man was sitting there, and there were so many dishes on the table. The man named "Henry;" I knew him in the dream, but I don't think I know him in reality. Who was this Henry?? Why was there a group of my old classmates whom I never dreamed before?? This Henry looked like Rev. Wing Wong but he also looked like Rev. Arnold Yeung..... Hmmmm...... weird dream!! Any hidden meaning?? Or, just normal dream??
Anyhow, I played squash w/ Greg tonite like the past few weeks. After the game, we ate together. I shared w/ him about my struggle to the future and my idea about God seemed like "kicking" me back to H.K. I have nothing to miss here now: not many close buddies, not like the minstry here, and no more her; cf. to past, I love here, but now....... oh well....... sigh...... >_
Anyhow, I played squash w/ Greg tonite like the past few weeks. After the game, we ate together. I shared w/ him about my struggle to the future and my idea about God seemed like "kicking" me back to H.K. I have nothing to miss here now: not many close buddies, not like the minstry here, and no more her; cf. to past, I love here, but now....... oh well....... sigh...... >_
