Oh, how the days pass us by...

2010..

I know I haven't posted anything for quite a while now.. Okay, more than a while. But I've got a good reason! It's because I actually found me a:

job

university

and the best thing of all, I found meself a boyfriend~!

He is simply wonderful! But I'm keeping my mouth shut on this one, as I'm scared sh**less of perhaps jinxing this amazing relationship. (I know you may not believe it but writing about stuff that I like, almost never ever has a good result. Perhaps, I'll post about this peculiar curse of mine in the near future.)

Anyways... all I gotta say is that I have lost my way. I have lost sight on what was important to me and somehow bit by bit I am trying to gain them all back. And I must admit, I have also lost the incentive to write.

Writing with the knowledge that not a lot of people will be reading, does disappoint me.. a lot. But as I pondered more on the subject, I realized that I write not to have tons of readers, but

I write because I want to share what I've come to know, experienced and ignored.

Maybe perhaps, to some, these words mean nothing at all, but thankfully there is always the "other" audience, and that is the audience that I want to reach out to. So without further ado all I I have left to say (and been dying to spill it out already) is..

I'M BACK! :D

Photo by: Cute Kawaii

http://www.flickr.com/photos/29198163@N06/2737776105/

A great poem by my awesome friend Kirsten.

Okay this poem was made by a really good friend of mine Kirsten. I'm posting it here because this poem of hers just inspires and actually encourages me. Hope that it does the same thing to all of you who are reading this.
I wish I had your talent Kirst! Missing you and Kaitie-bug a lot! (Come back to Greece!!!)

Why, Lord?
Why is it so easy, Dear Jesus
For me to stumble and fail?
Why do I eat the forbidden fruit
When I know it's rotten and stale?

Forgive me for my numerous faults
When I stumble time after time
Like the woman turned pillar of salt
I look back at the word I left behind.

Why is it so hard to come back, Lord?
Even when I know that I'm wrong
The alter feels so far away
Because sin's pull is so strong.

The longer I put of repentance
The larger the gap between us grows
Harder it is to return to You
And be released by from the grasp of my foes.

Why do You love this poor sinner?
Lord, I bow at Your feet and I weep
When I think that my sin is the reason
Your son bore the world on the Tree.

I stand both in awe and in agony
Because I am what crucified
My sin is what hammered those nails in Your hands
And peirced the sword in Your side.