The madness I love.

It's the student midterm speaking exams during which they all have an opportunity to tell me anything they want in simple past:
One time there was a girl I liked. I was washing my hands at the WC and she also came to wash her hands. So I plucked up my courage and said "you also have urine on your hands?" and she became angry.

It's the confessions that students make about the impact of my eating habits which would make my mother proud:
Ms. Kelly after I meet you my habit changed. Before I had bad style and I would always leave so much food. But after we eat together I understand I should not waste food, should always eat everything. Think about the beggars.

It's the ten o'clock at night phone call of riddles from a friend who is forever starting a new project and knows where great momo restaurants lurk throughout the city:
Kelly! I found a partner for my company, she has twenty percent of budget and I have eighty percent... now I have a question for you: what do I put on my business card?

It's the teacher who catches me laboriously coping Tibetan writing from a text book and sits too close to me on the bench and has no qualms about coughing in my face as he offers me advice:
Speak Tibetan.

It's the friend and self declared personal nutritionist who cannot help but to get up on her soapbox every time she sees me:
You never eat outside, you are hungry you come to my house. Even you come every day. I cook for you... other food is bad for your body. You must never not have health. Come tomorrow.

It's the student in the front row who leans forward mid activity to the teacher's desk just to inform me that:
Ms. Kelly you really are beautiful.

It's these things that frustrate me to the point of madness and yet manage to cause me to fall hopelessly in love with a people who battle horrid pronunciation just to tell a story in hopes of a laugh, who notice habits you have long forgotten you had, who call on a friend for absolutely anything, who force you to do what you long to do and feel totally inadequate doing, who treat you like a small child because they simply can't do anything else for you, who can't help but say what is on their mind.

They make me crazy... but they wouldn't have me any other way. And I love them. And the One I serve does too.