seriously turning into benjamin button

There's this playground across from my apartment, and especially on nice days like today, it's jam-packed with little kids causing ruckus. I always walk by and eye the swings, but usually there are kids occupying them. Today though, after my run, I meandered over there and saw that both of the normal-people swings were open (though some of the baby swings were taken). I kinda hesitated for a minute, trying to decide if I was going to be shameless and walk into the gated "For ages 2-12 only" playground, past all the parents and kids, and sit myself on the swing. I eventually gathered enough courage (or perhaps ignored all sense of shame I had) and got on that swing, and swung to my heart's desire! Parents and kids alike stared at me, but whatever... what if I just want to stay a kid forever?

PS - watching Dragon in 3D IMAX this weekend. SO EXCITED.

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following Jesus brings about transformation into a new creation, not behavioral modification.

When I look at my own life, do I see true transformation? Am I actively working towards transformation? Hmm.

wrong audience

So, at volunteering today, we were soup-chopping some carrots and the conversation turned to recent movies that we had seen/wanted to see. I excitedly piped in, "I heard 'How to train your dragon is really good!", to which the other volunteers responded with a "riiiiight" type of look while politely commenting "oh yeah...". And then, I remembered that they were at least 20 years older than me and probably way too mature to be watching cartoon dragons running around in 3D.

Whoops.

gotta hang in there...

So before I went to Shanghai to study abroad, I remember Sherry telling me that I would have an awesome first 2-3 weeks because of the "honeymoon" newness of a new life there, and then I would be hit with a severe bout of homesickness when all of that wore off.

I think that 2-3 week mark is again proving to be a good time frame measure of when that initial, abrupt change starts to wear off and I'm left with the reality of life as it is.

Ocea-NO.

I got a big fat no from Oceana, as did my other classmates that trailed there. Oh well, I'm not really that bummed. There are 28374 other restaurants in NYC that would be great to work at.

I told my sg, and Joe's response: "Oceana sounded too fishy to me anyway."

Har har har...