Well, I finally found resolve to resurrect this blog. Perhaps some may not have considered it dead, but in my mind it was. 6 months can be a long time, especially true for my last 6 months.

It seems the last time I blogged was in a little room off a side street on the east side of Venice. Brings back fond memories of the trip, and also contrasts. A great many things can change in 6 months. On hindsight, I didn't face all that many.

Sitting here at 1am on a weekday, struggling to stay afloat amidst the torrent of content school has been throwing at me since Year 2 started (from August '09). Strange how current circumstances magnify the past in different ways, isn't it? The three-week trip in Europe seems a distant dream now, and yet the emotional memory; of freedom, fun, and lightheartedness still remain all too real, but all too far away. I haven't had a holiday quite like that since, having nothing to worry about, no strife or stress plaguing my brief respites from the rigors of studying. But I'll have another yet. Last holidays I had, timing and circumstances clashed in such a crippling combination that I was left in a terrible state, and hardly rested for the new term. But thankfully, we're human. We learn, we adapt, and we progress.

Heartbreak, a painful thing, as the name suggests. It wasn't until then that I realised something, I hadn't felt anything close to the level of emotional pain I felt during the time. In terms of emotions, I've had a pretty sheltered life, which I thank God for. I also thank God for the valuable lessons I've learned from the encounter, for His healing and strength, and most of all for His plan and will for my life, and getting me back into it.

A question was raised at cell group tonight: if you could choose to selectively forget any part of your memory, would you (slightly paraphrased)? I don't know if I was thinking straight when I answered no, but I realise now that I meant it. If God is truly in control of my life, forgetting parts of it on purpose only denies a part of the continuous work that He is doing in us through our experiences, shaping our character and honing our being. Of course, much of my life has been lived with God's hand over it; perhaps my answer might be different otherwise?