As I cook my last bit of Kum Kee original chicken soup on the stove, I guess I should post a bit here. Some probably will laugh out loud and says "serves her right" when they read this, but I'm glad I'm so influential to affect their emotional stability!
Let's start with what happened today.. I got up at 530am to get ready and grabbed the 648am tram to take the 7am train to another town, Setubal, to get my residence card application submitted. Hahaha! A first world joke. The foreigners department office was experiencing visa information system breakdown. Everything seemed to be broken down there. Our appointments were undetected and we waited for 930am to see if the system would regain (which it didn't). So we were asked to go back there tomorrow. Good thing, bad thing? Nobody knows. What I know is I had to skip an important class this morning, miss another class tomorrow prior to the excavation practical on Wednesday. Now I'm blinded by the goodness of it.
It's a exhausting day to travel without purpose and miss class. I'm wondering if staying silent my whole life is the best thing to do. In response to an unpublished comment which hurt me a lot, I start wondering if I'm ever good enough at this point. Thank you, 'friend'. That's not what true friends would do though - to degrade me by saying I'm exactly the kind of person one would avoid and keep away from. I'm no longer angry, just very sad how stones are finally overturned to find the corpse hidden beneath. I may be attention seeker and imperfect and annoying, but I'm sure somewhere deep inside I have something good in me. Why is it so hard to see me in brand new unstained glasses instead of stained glasses of the past? It's an expensive lesson learned. For 10 days of my life I was feeling sorry/guilty I made everyone waited for me with the delay and flight cancellation and missed buses and spent £345 and euros. I cherished all the good times I had with many people I met, but it's hurtful to recount this part of my travels at the moments. Today I want to throw the guilt I feel for those people involved into the dump. Enough of feeling sorry.
I just returned from Fatima yesterday. I went for weekend pilgrimage with the English speaking church here. It built me up, reminding me that God is merciful and Jesus seeks not for the righteous but for the sinners. I know Jesus is seeking for me. I want to be found. I want to hurt no more because of negative insignificances like such. I want to win the battle with devil by the strength not mine but of Jesus. I'm weak and full of weaknesses. But I know God still loves me.




