I only feel like blogging because so far I only have three December posts, SO LITTLE right?
Okay I sound like Xiaxue, better stop now. I feel very drunk even though I had only three mouthfuls of very diluted vodka Coke, it must be the AO1C kicking in. Of course if I were THAT drunk I would not be SAYING SO right? I am lying, I just feel like writing about how happy I am to have these moments. Combine drunk Sean with Yi-San-on-a-roll, nonchalant Gen with Roger-and-Chun-Wee-are-sworn-enemies for explosions.
It is too American to keep talking about the joys of being drunk and let it be said that I have NEVER been drunk (except on life), or been anywhere near there, props to me.
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WHY AM I THE ONLY PERSON who finds the kid who plays Lucy in Narnia very stupid and annoying and uncute? I think this only REAFFIRMS my status as CHILD-HATER, which makes me quite UNHAPPY, because I DON'T WANT to hate children, it only makes me very SELFISH and UNABLE TO RECALL the past.
I caught myself saying "just chilling" today. Damn!
Clumsy description of YF activity at church on Christmas day: everyone gets a candle and writes a defining characteristic/prayer request on paper. Each person gets a piece, tries to find the person it belongs to, and lights that person's candle with the main candle at the middle of the room. Aim: everyone has a lit candle, and takes turns talking about what they are thankful for about the person whose candle they lit. I always forget how bitingly sincere folks like Angie can be, how Mingdao is the best speaker I've ever heard and he's only one year older than me. Why do I forget them? Because it is easy to pretend it is impossible to do what they are doing.
I am enjoying this Coffee-Club-conversation trend, and a friend who doesn't hesitate to call.
I am impossibly happy to be home, which would explain the irrepressible, irrepressible joy.