Tuesday, 30 August 2011

anchored; real

It is expected for the community to be amebic. The ache for a new familiarity has never been so strong. After a hard day, who do you go to for a hug? A shoulder? A comforting word or two?
I ended up an hour late with an (untouched) Chinese takeout dinner in the Chi Alpha meeting on the floor, humbled and revered by God's presence.

I speculate about my current commitments and by the way, Wilsdorf Cafe is officially my new chilling out spot.

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I love mustard. It is overwhelming.
We test for validity; just pretend the premises are true.

But I really do love mustard.

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Omg my philosophy professor looks exactly like Robin Williams, except with piercing blue eyes. Which makes everything even more intimidating than it already is. (Y)
I blame the malaysian education for the lack of the non-technical wirings of my train of thought.

Poetry writing, anyone?

p.s. And my engineering lecturer looks like a shorter, friendlier, rounder version of Bruce Willis.

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