Finally, I'm home...

It has been so long that I'm desperate to go Home... How I'm glad to meet Pastor Vinnie and all my friends again... Sometimes I would think if this will be my last seeing them...

All the worries and troubles in my mind accumulating, how I wish I could just get rid of them... Getting permission from an anti-christian to go to church, parents nagging about how bad christianity is for half an hour... Urrgghhhhh~><

"Transport, I need transport...", or "To lie or not to lie?", or "I need a brilliant plan...", or "Can you please help me to get permission from my mom?" etc. etc. etc... All these thought that I have to put into consideration before getting permission from my parents are killing me!! I'm just so sick about it that I burst into tears in the church... Why can't I be like other christians who can go to church whenever they want to? Why must I go through so many 'obstacles' [my parents] before going to church? Why??

Anyway, all thanks to my brother for helping me to go to church, well kind of, otherwise I would not get the chance to go Home, would I?