Sin, Repentance and Potato Salad.

Today we had a pretty meaningful class of just confession and repentance. We wrote down lists of the things we have done in the past and I learned that apparently Asians idea of rebellion is much different than mine. That's okay though, they shared from the heart, and since we agreed on confidentiality, I will stop there. We wrote all of our wrongs on a piece of paper and told our stories than nailed them to a cross. After everyone went (which took about 8 hours for six of us guys ha), we burned the paper to be "set free." It was a well spent 8 hours I must say.

Then on to our "freedom" supper. A bit of a hokey title I know, but I have not been so happy since I have been here as I was tonite. We had excellent, authentically grilled food. Sausages, chicken and lamb. I took charge of making the potato salad, mainly because I had the leniency of screwing it up since the Asians did not know what it was until tonite. I absolutely butchered the recipe but they loved it! They were also very impressed at my vegetable slicing ability. I don't use a cutting board and that seemed to be an intriguing stipulation to my dinner preparation for my slant-eyed cohorts. I love wowing them with my smooth, southern savvy. I have my mother to thank for the nixing of the cutting board.

After dinner we watched a movie. The Kid starring Bruce Willis. *All men reading this pardon my word choice* A "cute" movie (for lack of a better word). Half-way through the movie I heard thunder. In any normal situation I would not have panicked. I am not, after all, afraid of thunderstorms, I rather enjoy them actually. I realized, however, that the clothes that I had washed this morning were still drying on the line. Needless to say, they were washed a second time because we were a good drive away from the house. We ended up throwing football in the street with the girls anyways getting soaking wet. It made for a good night though we have a frisbie down in the drain (a place no Malaysian dares step foot). Joy was a little upset at the loss of his frisbie but my rendition of "Taps" seemed to make him feel better.

As I sit here at midnight on the couch wishing I didn't have to get up at 6 on a Saturday I'm beginning to think I should have skipped this particular post. On that note: goodnight all (or good day for those of you in America). Thank you for reading.