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Friday, December 26, 2008

24th Dec was the day i first step into chruch with my mum (oh yes, she's a Catholic). It's kinda fascinating.

It's huge and spacious (u should know that temple is always crowded with ppl, esp during festivals like CNY), cold and quiet. To my suprise, everyone was dressed so nicely, except me. Not that i'm disrespectful, just that, the Chruch is so near from my house, furthermore, i'm going home after my mum was done with her business. By the way, everyone was staring at me as well, at my weird dressing.

Oh well...

Feel like taking pictures of the chruch, but it's kinda disrepectful (if i'm not wrong), so i held back.


Oh ya, my grandfather ashes was placed in the Chruch as well, but what i meant was "my first time stepping into the hall of the Chruch".



Anw, just some random post.
Happy boxing day :D!



Love,
Mich.

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