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Saturday, January 30, 2010 . 1/30/2010 10:00:00 PM

Why did one comment have to tear me up? I'm sad and all, but that's rather touching.

I guess the rough roller coaster of life made me do something I thought I'd never do. I just went to a church meeting. Apparently, the 'church' is a hall in an industrial building. But it's still rather homely. 

The moment I stepped in with my aunt, it's like practically everyone's coming up to you and telling you their stories, or testimonies, as they would say. They were all nice, and they were singing choruses and hymns and talking about and explaining quotes from the Bible and there were skits too. It's still rather confusing to me, since I'm still not sure about the existence of God and obviously, I don't understand the stuff in the Bible. And it's a rather overwhelming experience. 

In all my 19 years of living... okay, maybe 10 years of understanding years, my aunts have been trying to get me to go to their church meetings, more so when... stuff happens. Maybe it's because of how empty I'm feeling now, and how jealous of my cousins I am that I decided to do. So excited was my younger aunt she cooked and packed dinner for me. 

Thing is, I went without telling my mum or my brothers. I can imagine how my mum would explode at the mention of my aunts, and right now, she's not in the best of moods, especially after dealing with her headache sister. Not sure how I can continue this secret escapade. What a dilemma!

Oh yeah. I just found out my cousin is the best non-celebrity singer I've ever heard.


I'm secretly glad.