Sunday, September 17, 2006 // 9:37 PM

The Last Three Days

oneFlipped over the handlebars of Joe Tee's bike, which was a really cool experience, in a strange way. Sitting there with my throbbing knee and the blood and Christl's areyouokayareyouokayareyouokay. And Edric's uh don't tell them horh, if it's too dangerous they'll cancel it.

two Sebbie's Dude you're lying on some rice and Terence's infuriated Dude you threw the rice! hurhur. I like throwing things around, and the mess it makes; I'm amused that I hang out with people who actually say dude. And I've realised I actually like this menial mindless little tasks, because of an easy come sense of achievement, because of a really therapetuc simplicity.

three Going happy crazy up on the rooftop garden on Saturday, flinging my wet plastic sheets around at Jkhoo and Kinyip, the do you think this lift is soundproof, the listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, the let's send all this trash down in the lift and see how they react. I haven't screamed or laughed or sang or been so utterly high like that in ages.

four Suddenly found myself in this missions interest meeting today, and meeting people who have actually been doing things in the rest of the world for their faith. I am half amazed, and yet not, because this is a normal sort of everyday, to them, and that rubs off on me; but I'm definately interested, and not just from today, though it was really something looking around the room and hearing these people talk in their matter-of-fact way about the work towards such a massive cause. I don't know what exactly I will do next year, but I will definately do something.

five Looked through Grace's Israel/Turkey photos, with her running commentary, and am utterly fascinated, utterly determined to get myself there. Because the the ruins and their gorgeousness, the remnants of an ancient civilisation, they intrigue me to no end, even without the fact that it would give an entire new context to the stories in the new testament. One more thing I desperately want to do next year.

six Sneaked into the Sanctuary to play the piano, and Caitlyn kept coming up with random adults to bang on the upper register, and recognized me during the meeting later from that moment. I feel like a piano hog, because I lingered just one song too long, and Lois waited patiently at the side. And I talked to Titus who said he'd show me the Jazz Pubs next year, and I really like the idea of having friends who'd also be interested in learning more instruments.

seven I need to work harder to keep my unsympathetic mouth shut. What I have to say needs to be put into a kinder sort of conversation.

eight And in true fasion, absolutely no work done the last three days, and all momentum lost. Positively, I am asking for it.