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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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  the rhythm picks up.
march 7th..
approaching the end.
the third bend in the 400m track.
my adrenaline surge has slowed, but the knowledge that the final dash in sight keeps my legs moving
and my hands pumping...
it is still unclear, as to who will be first.
except for people (like Paul Tsang) who don't have finals. then they're practically sitting at the finish line
laughing at us poor 400m runners.

final work period.
essays upon essays upon midterms upon finals.
and then i come home.

yay.

latest lesson learned: things always can change. always. like variable-interval reinforcement (in psychology), it keeps you guessing, and so your resistance to extinction should be higher than others. that should be the christian mindset.
haha.

praise God.

last weekend was a perfect weekend.
and this weekend had its benefits too.
and its 10 degrees. marvelously 10.

wishlist:
the bookbook cover for my macbook.
T.T
its US$80.... =(
maybe. maybe. we'll see.
 


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