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Monday, December 06, 2004
Holy Sunday @ 8:35 PM

I went to a church early sunday morning with Brother Damien, Brother Lucifer, Sister Piper, Sister Phoebe and Sister Paige.


When i got there, the Subara WRX Challenge started. Everyone was standing up and singing along accompanied by the band. 5 mins later, i was still standing. 10 mins later, my legs were beginning to feel sore 'cos i had already had to stand all the way during the long train ride just now. Nevertheless, i saw ppl giving up and starting to sit down even though the singing was still going on. Being a proud Military Policeman, who is damn used to standing during long parades, i forced myself not to give up. Every next fella who gave up gave me further motivation. I felt that i could win it. However, the organisers decided to call it a truce as they had further issues on the agenda. I sat down and sulked. I nearly won.


During the singing, i noticed that it was rather similar to Mambo night at Zouk. Every single 'You' or 'Your' in the songs was accompanied by the raising of the right hand and circling it in a clockwise direction. Something like what we do at Zouk when the song that goes 'oh won't you staaayy.. just abit longerrr' is played. It seems like they are trying to feel the power of the force. And when the words 'my soul' is sung, they will open up their arms with their fist clenched, a-la Ruud van Nistelrooy celebrating a goal for Man U.


Next up, these fellas passed around something which looks like a seeve, which the kopitiam uncle uses to make kopi, just that it is blue in color. I saw Sister Phoebe put in a two dollar note. But i saw a fat guy in front of me putting in some coins. What a cheapskate!


The sermon which followed was rather boring. The pastor said he hoped all of us will leave the church a different person. But the highlight of the day was the Holy Communion. Everybody had to go to the front, kneel down, and have a sip of red wine and bread. I was told that it represents the blood and flesh of jesus christ. However, the church used ribena and biscuit instead. Cheapskate. So pirated! However, Brother Damien and Brother Lucifer were so eager to get to the front of the queue. I had a rather hard time trying to restrain them.


I left the church, a different person. I came as a normal person. I left as a person with a backache thanks to the hard seats and sore leg muscles thanks to the Subaru WRX Challenge.







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