The weekend was swarmed with the intense taste of straddling around SIS in heels, coupled with a resultant swollen shin and abrasions.
It wasn't just another weekend though, it was the church's 21st anniv. The year which marks adulthood in human form, and perhaps the year which contains one of the kind of ordeal which requires tonnes of faith for people to tread afloat.
In a nutshell, I'm just thankful for the undying faith and love that PK and S had contained on the inside of them.
Even though everything is still grey and so much uncertainty is looming, but I suppose choosing to continue giving thanks will suffice.
