St Patrick's

Moving on with my life.. I followed my dad to Tawau as he was transferred yet again. So, I had to bid farewell to all my fellow friends and start making friends yet again...

Upon reaching Tawau, I still went to church, but wasn't as eager... Coming from a rather conventional church that only sings hymns and an occasional comtemporary song.. worshipping in St Patrick's Church is really a challenge to me. First, I was not so accustomed to people singing out loud and raising their voices. What I was used to do is to sing with my heart, in my heart, from my heart. Second, the music was so loud and fast, unlike those of the hymns.. I actually grew disgusted with the church. I refused to go to church at the first few months, but was in the end attending it due to the fact that some of my Sandakan friends are there. 

After being a silent attender who had no idea why I was there at all for a year, I was invited to join a DISC course conducted in a cell group... That was when i started going back to church... but I attended cell group just as a silent member.. enjoying the fellowship at times... it was still led by nora pang at that time.. haha...

The same year, there was a camp at the end of the year.. my mother out of nowhere kept asking me to join it.. well, knowing my mom, she would rather have me study at home... but.. yeah... I was having thoughts about it for quite a long time, as I have never left home before... and have never joined a camp before...

I still remember I was still thinking until the dateline of submission of form.. that time Rev David Wong was in charge, and boy.. he seemed like a very strict and fierce pastor.. haha.. So I was kinda scared when I submitted it on the dateline itself.. but it was good.. Once he know I'm David's brother, we automatically become "kaki-nang" (teochew term)...

Thus, joining the first camp there, was an amazing experience... Became a group leader the first camp I joined.. and was even selected as Best Camper for that year.. (perhaps they ran out of candidate..) then the following year, was given the chance to serve yet again as intern for a cell group.. there I learnt a lot about the basics of christianity.. and why we are worshipping God.. my life was utterly changed from that camp and that year itself.. Involved in events after events, I am just glad that the Lord included me in His plans.. After helping out the dive, I even got the chance to be the gamemaster of the first english diocesan youth camp.. (restarted the camp..).. well, I really learnt a lot from that experience, and Nickson did taught me alot when I'm under him.. thank God for him.. really a faithful servant..

I also got to understand the kind of rebellion some people might have towards church, as I myself experienced it before and have broken through it myself.. This experience of rebellion, is not good, but it does make me grow some way or another.. and I thank God for that...

Other than that, I got to know lots and lots of new friends there.. or should I say, brothers and sisters.. Suddenly, I finished alevels...

PS: I also started going out yamcha sessions after I ended up serving.. haha.... good or bad? I should say good.. yamcha is GGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!