Today is the 1st time I attended a Dharma class, the 1st step I ever took to understand my religion more, the 1st attempt at knowing why am I a Buddhist. And I did not regret it the least bit, even though it means I most probably will not be able to travel around sight-see on weekends anymore. I am willing to give and take in this manner.

I do not know how to explain my emotions and thoughts when I was at the class. Was feeling pretty nervous and anxious before class as I did not know what to expect, how will it be. But as the lessons went on, I felt more comfortable being in the company of our advisor, a nun, plus the other Buddhists.

Throughout the 2-hour lesson, there were quite a few times when I felt the impact of the teachings deeply. I am not sure how to put it but just very touched and moved. I have no idea why but there were occasions when I had to fight back tears, some which did fall in the end. Feeling very paiseh, I tried to hide it.

After today, I am starting to see why my mother's getting more and more devoted towards Buddhism. It is something very beautiful, and something very closely in touch with our everyday lives. Really.