I didnt remember what I wanted to do last nite stood and bent my head to the church behind the house. It was dark yet I still could make out the shapes of the Rambutan and the papaya trees outside the iron fence. The church is still in its finishing touch [work] but now the big cross is so noticrable from where I stood, and i hate the sight of it; its crimson red neon reminds me of hell, instead of heaven. Green would be a lot nicer, friendlier, I think.

P.S. Need to buy a cam to show you the cross.