Monday, December 31, 2007 @2:56 PM
i miss the smell of spices everywhere
i miss waking up to find xiujing and bee ngoh by my side
i miss snuggling into the sleeping bag late at night, feeling chilly despite the many layers of clothes and blankets
i miss having to carry pails and basins to collect warm water for bathing before it runs out
i miss the facebook way of talking... snorts and turns away... slap you 10 times... roll my eyes 10 times...
i miss annie taking out her watch when one of the kids said 'one minute please'
i miss having to pray silently in our hearts that there will be meat in our meals that day
i miss not having to worry about what time, what date, which day is it..
i miss squeezing at the backseats of the small bus with the other 5 gals
i miss pastor george and israel, who never fail to touch me with his sweet gestures
i miss j.r and family and the marvelous sri lankan meal that they whipped up for us
Busy playing guitar; vivo land!
