yes, my compie left me for the sunny weather and kangaroos of down under. its crazy to kill off a missionary, sort of like the end of an era. she has been in kuching, this same area for over a year. dang, those are some big shoes to fill. so here i am, chillin' at the couples apartment on p-day. i don't get my new companion until i get to Singapore next week. so far this week I've been doing all i can to beg borrow and steal people to be my temporary companion, and I've gotten a little work done, and I've had a lot of plans fall through, but what else is new about being a missionary. on Monday i went out with sister Hellen, she is coming to this mission in October, she is awesome. anyway, we went to Umang's house, she is getting baptized on sept. 4, and she came to church for the first time on Sunday. this is sis Hellen's first appointment, and its dark because this lady doesn't have electricity, we were sitting around a candle on the floor. there were a few other people there, and at least one of them was drunk and the others were smoking. we had planned to teach the word of wisdom, but that didn't feel like the best plan. anywho, we started our lesson, talking about faith. now, some drunk people are good and will just sit there and listen, but this guy was not one of them. he kept asking loud annoying questions, like if he could have one of my sisters (don't worry guys, i told him you all were already married) blah blah blah and everyone was laughing at him, basically impossible to teach. so i just read one more scripture and we did the skedaddle out of there. so i think that lesson broke both me and sister hellen in. drunk people do dumb things, but they think they are hilarious. i don't get it. but tonight, we are taking sister hellen out on the bike, her first time to ride on the road, so that is going to be pretty fun. we have this brand new investigator, Adih, he just showed up at church on Sunday with his friend who is a member. when he first walked in on Sunday i thought he was dorina's (she just got baptized) husband. dorina told me that maybe one day her husband would come to church, when he was old and had to use a cane to get there (her words, not mine) so i went right up and started talking to him, come to find out he was just a friend who was there, awesome, I'll take it. he is cool, apparently he learned a lot from elders back in Indonesia, and our first meeting he asked me if we could set up our church in his home town after he went back; a pretty promising beginning.
but on Sunday we head out to Singapore. all the missionaries from Sarawak, and maybe from sabah, so basically all of the east Malaysian missionaries are going to be on the same plane headed to Singapore. they all fly in to kuching, and we all take a plane there. cool, huh? i want to get a picture of all those missionaries on one plane. and then, once we get to Singapore, we are all going to take the subway to get to the mission office. so many missionaries, with all of their bags on one train. awesome. so we are going there for this new training, and we will have time to go out at night and contact and practice our new skills. eighty plus plus missionaries, taking Singapore by storm. Singapore is not that big of place. two elders from our district used to serve in Singapore, so they are going to show us around. i'm pretty excited for it. my new little missionary come in on that Wednesday, and after everyone goes home, we stay for orientation, so we don't get back until Saturday night. when we get back, it will be me and this brand new missionary rushing around trying to see everyone in one day, getting people to church. that will be a nice way to start off her mission. Kuching is a good place, though. she will like it here. i have a feeling i will be here for a long time, they don't move missionaries around very much. but i am fine here. let me stay here and get some good work done.
but it is time to sign off, i love you mom and dad, i hope things are going well now that you have no kids at home! i can't even believe it, what's it going to be like when i am the only kid there...
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