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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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  memoria praeteritorum bonorum
the past is always recalled to be good
- Waiting for Godot

today i decided to indulge myself and throw myself back into the delicious world of Austen
delightful Knightley and the imperfectly lovable Emma.
oh women, we never learn do we.

im simultaneously on a jason mraz spree <3

its 10PM on a saturday night, i feel like i've wasted an entire day.
ohwell, a lil procrastination never hurt anybody.

and my head is killing me. =(

can't wait for december.
but before i even get there, can't wait for the end of this month.
when you'll be here. ^^

walking to CCF yesterday
i realized how far away i really was from my family
and how many individuals out there are just like me
starting over.
reestablishing a space personalized with photographs
and post-its on the wall.

upcoming 3 day week with a monday tuesday monday schedule.
not much different, except for the lack of plenary and two more hours of gilmour,
which is fine - since all we do is talk anyway.

*in desperate need of mk therapy.
i am determined this summer to uncover ALL the shopping areas in hk
and strip them of every piece of clothing that appeals to me. =)
clothing is such love.
lighter than books too =(
however, i have 9 delicious books calling out "read me!"
which i will,
after i get all these essays done.
i'm partial to emma. hehe

im in a big blogging mood as of late.
lots of wondeful
going on.
yes, you with the absentminded exclamations
and your flustered arguments.
you make my day.

it was 16 degrees today,
i emerged in tanktop, jacket and flipflops soaking in the heat.
even some sweat.
unbelievable.

back to brainstorming a thesis for my english essay. =(

when the house was left in shambles, who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass?

 


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