pop goes that balloon

"here it is a red balloon i think of you and let it go" - angry salad (99 red balloons)


since i was a kid, i've never really liked balloons. and i don't mean it in the "see balloons and i'll cry" way. i like balloons just fine. but i'm a lil scared of 'em bursting in front of me. so i guess it seemed pretty ironic that i signed myself up to make balloon hats.

the youth group in my church is organising an event for christmas where we are trying to get 2,000 people to sing carols and make balloon hats. when i first heard bout it i thought it sounded fun. i liked the idea of catching up with old friends, making new friends and being part of a community in doing something special for christmas so as to remember the true meaning of christmas.

but what i didn't remember was that i never really liked balloons.

we had a meeting over the weekend where i learnt how to make balloon hats. i have to admit that at first nothing went right. i couldn't pump the air into the balloon, and then i couldn't even tie the balloon up. and when it came to twisting and contorting balloons, i got really nervous at those squeaky sounds it made, as if it was threatening to burst right in my hands. and the end product was an awkwardly shaped and lopsided balloon hat. oh well it'll do for my very first try. my second try wasn't any better. but at least i found some guts to twist those balloons into submission. and attempted some creativity. which in my case really meant okay let's put this here... and put this there...

then we went out on the streets and gave away our balloon hats to lil kids. i'm surprised that some of 'em kids were really excited bout it. i mean gosh my balloon hat certainly looked like a mutant among balloon hats. but it was nice to make a kid happy.

and yes, my very first balloon hat did burst. twice. when it was on my head.

whew! my head is still there.