"They are theee... hospitality people on duty."
Mattheus brought me into Hall 9 and Max Pavilion of the EXPO.
It was the first time I'm attending a church seriously, which meant that I wasn't just there for once. I wanted to see if this church was really the church I've been looking for.
It just happened to be holy communion of the month - the breaking of bread, and drinking of acting wine. There was worship and singing. Then there was a preaching session. The church-goers took out their pens and took down notes.
I followed suit.
But slowly, I began to feel bored, and doodled on the note paper. I tried drawing a place where things were always peaceful and happy. I could see that the teens of the church were also daydreaming with their mobiles and earpieces. I continued drawing, and soon I've pretty much covered all the writing space.
The preaching really did last for very long, and the pastor dragged it longer.
"You feel bored?"
"Kinda."
"Yeah. It's normal." Mattheus was spinning his pen.
We had lunch with the cluster group, consisting of people of the same age - a group of about 10 people present. The church has given a friendly introduction to me, and I liked the warmth of the people, their closeness to God, and really frankly, the smiles of the girls.
"So you coming every week?"one of the cluster friends asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Oo yay! Matt, you suceeded."
Mattheus did succeed, but so did the church. :)
Lunch was great, and we later headed our ways back home. I happened to be following a couple of my friends, Mattheus, my classmate, as well as Danielle, a long-lost primary school friend who transferred to another school in P4, on the MRT.
"Bye! See you again." said Mattheus.
I alighted from the bus. Just then, my mobile phone alerted me of an SMS.
It was from my uncle.
He told me that my granduncle has just passed away the day before of a heart attack.
I was shocked.
And just now, I tried drawing a place where things were always peaceful and happy. This is for my peoples who just lost somebody. I failed really badly.
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