YOU have turned my life UPSIDE DOWN and INSIDE OUT. :)

Voila~!

And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force.
- Matthew 11:12

I will take it by force.

I am so glad my blog has decided to start being nice to me and start speaking the lingua franca; eengaleesh. A moment of silence to commemorate this special occasion please.

Yes yes, I do realise that I have not been blogging in a long time. Realised that when a certain individual questioned why I sounded so angsty on my last entry and I was like 'Whaa...?' Been busy with school, homework..the works.

You are the word, I am the smith.
Translation: Tutors say, 'Tutorial due!', I reply 'Yes Ma'am!'.

Sad state of being, this is. It is to my greatest delight that I returned to school on Friday (missed two days of school due to muscle and nerve tensions, but more of that later) discovering that I missed the laister's yearly (or semesterly?) Doomsday delivery. Not only would that have been highly ineffective on me, it would have probably succeeded in her treading on my last nerve (think painful nerve tensions).

I do want to do well. And (much to anyone's surprise), I am working hard for it. Think making my 20 hours actually count. Tonnes of econs essays. Oh boy. I really hope I see results this time. O levels was a bad bad experience..a repeat is definitely not desired.

School life summed up in two paragraphs.

I was reading one of Max Lucado's books, A Love Worth Giving. Wow, talk about inspirational. Yes, this dry bone is definitely in need of a guide ('A Dummy's Guide to Loving Others' sounds good). Lucado said that we can't make a withdrawal without having a deposit first; simlarly, we are not expected to give love if we cannot remember how Christ has deposited love into our lives.

I am in constant wonder of His love for us. Rejected, spat on, mocked, accused and killed, and yet, He still loved us. Amazing love. Amazing Son. Loving Father. How often have we dismissed our Sundays? He gave us His Son, and we can't even give Him our Sunday afternoons? I spent a whole week without truly worshipping Him; I felt dry and tired. I was like Martha, and conveniently forgot to be Mary and Lazarus. A few days ago, I started worhipping again. Instead of being rejected, He caused my tears to flow once more. Amazing love.

I often dismiss Corinthians 13 as cliche and superficial, only for those who seek assurance from the bible about their love for their boyfriends/girlfriends. But today, Lucado wanted me to relook the passage.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

Replace the words 'love' with 'Christ'. Think about it.

Christ won't keep a record of wrongs, of how many times we've overslept on a Sunday service or neglected it to go out with friends. Christ does not purposely recall that time we refused Him entry by denying His name, nor blame us for not believing. How about that time we cursed at Him and blamed Him for things going wrong? Paid for in full.

I rejoice in the love of Christ.
Now its time for me to show more, much much more, of it to the world.

Teach me Lord, for I am ignorant and frail.

loved by Jesus!

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