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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  nothing to lose but everything to gain
that is to be my phrase for the course of my first year in university.
because honestly,
that is what it is.

if i remain strong, and true to who i am
i have nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

my first week is done,
my first three days of classes are done.
i have a quiz on monday
and 3 reading assignments.
and i have a film studies course on monday. =)
joy joy joy.

settling into uni life will be great..
when we're all comfortable with everybody,
and the place is well-known.

i already have all the airs of a bored, tired uni student walking into her 10AM lecture. HAHA
this is good stuff!
soon enough it will all be good.
and everyday gives me more opportunity to recognize faces, to remember names... and to find another reason to call Victoria University my home.

and whenever i feel the need to get in touch with my chinese-ness i sing chinese songs to myself.
it is really a great comfort.
no joke. =P
im actually doing that right now.
with my rockin buttonphones. =)
im actually just trying NOT to read derrida or my classical mythology book.
hehe.
but yes, i will do that soon enough.

anthopology seems SO interesting...
especially the first part, because it deals with the archaeology aspect.
my semiotics class is pretty intense too.
thats what derrida is for.. actually..
oh. i learned a new word.
logocentric.
=)

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
- T.S. Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
 


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