But you are not hardcore,

... unless you live hardcore.

Due to the omgh4xsocewtawesomeness I'm apparently missing out on, I am determined to finish Pride & Prejudice this winter break. I stopped on Ch.38... about two summers -- three summers? -- ago, and it hadn't impressed me then. Maybe it will get better after Ch.38? *crosses fingers*

There's also the "Becoming Jane" MV that one of my friends sent me a few days ago. It's bizarre though, although I haven't seen the movie in its entirety, and the story that the MV portrays is kinda cute, this Jane doesn't seem like the Jane Austen I would imagine from her books at all.

So why am I here conversing about the ever-despised romance writers? I am not sure myself... It's a paradox; Despite all the mathematics I've been doing and the spiritual solemnity I've been met with during past few weeks, I've been inspired recently. Not necessarily resulting in depressing works, either, which is a precious rarity. Still trying to find the right balance between God's will and mine, between the reality and the daydreams... and an answer in the midst of all this dichotomy business.

With that said, here's an excerpt from my most recent poem:

She

Breathes joy in the air
Of a thousand more summers to come.
Tastes the love's delight,
And counts her godsends.

This Thanksgiving, I am most thankful for joy, peace, and this thankful heart, all of which Christ has attained in my stead.

Thank You.

Have a blessed Thanksgiving.