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had to hang a big red balloon on my bag on friday. That was embarrasing, even though i didn't say it. I felt self-conscious all the way home cause people were staring. and yet, strangely enough, i was careful not to let the balloon burst. it followed me home precariously in the MRT crowds. My sister insisted that i bring it along with us for cell, all the way to pasir ris. It weathered yet another turbulent ride, on the train to amk and then on a very crowded 88. I was bothered by it's presence. The bus uncle told me to be careful with the balloon. it was getting in the way.

is my faith sometimes like that. yes, i cling on to it, but i do mind what other's think. esp when things like serving gets in the way of other seemingly more important stuff.

I wonder too, why i keep feeling depressed after going to church. overwhelmed and burdened. Joanne's leaving soon :(

had to hang a big red balloon on my bag on friday. That was embarrasing, even though i didn't say it. I felt self-conscious all the way home cause people were staring. and yet, strangely enough, i was careful not to let the balloon burst. it followed me home precariously in the MRT crowds. My sister insisted that i bring it along with us for cell, all the way to pasir ris. It weathered yet another turbulent ride, on the train to amk and then on a very crowded 88. I was bothered by it's presence. The bus uncle told me to be careful with the balloon. it was getting in the way.

is my faith sometimes like that. yes, i cling on to it, but i do mind what other's think. esp when things like serving gets in the way of other seemingly more important stuff.

I wonder too, why i keep feeling depressed after going to church. overwhelmed and burdened. Joanne's leaving soon :(