When you see that I don't blog much, it means I am really working my arse off. But at the request of Mr Lim big bear JM (he reminds me of my Mr Bean), I shall post something. And no Mr Bear, I am not going to blog about any "dead uni syllabus". I am in one of my "lalala-I-am-not-thinking-straight-so-I-shall-write-a-poem" mood, so here goes:
Food for thought
comes after food in stomach
and the lone hertz
ponders in random
betrayal
connection
not in tongue
nor words
but in affect;
laughs, tears, contempt
and faces
I'm surviving.
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