dont lose faith in me

Lord i give You my heart
i give You my soul..

fighting on. pressing forward. feeling rather burnt out. just a little tired, a little drained. just a little."whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable.. think about such things". thinking happy thots and reminiscing happy memories makes me feel better (:

studying "the return of the native" is abdominably painful. bring on the shakespearean plays, bring on the math formulas, bring on population policies.. just not Thomas Hardy. his themes & characters always seem to hit home. hit emotional base. its rly a love-hate relationship. i read in awe, but painful awe.

ouch.

go to the ant, you sluggard...

out and over.