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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Man V.S God

It's a wonder why man always like to challenge the exsistence of God and question him.Well, maybe we should just look at the evidence.

When man thought they could build skyscrapers,
God hung the stars in the sky.

When man printed pieces of paper,better known as money and they thought (and still think) it's the best thing on earth,
God have had his pavements made of gold and he did not have to hire a contractor to do it.

When man wrote books to provide knowledge,
the very words that God spoke were of wisdom and truth.

When man tried to explain human behaviour and called themselves psychiatrists,
God looked into people's hearts.

When man began to correct flat noses and lop-sided lips (AKA plastic surgeons),
God picked up some dust on the ground and created man.

When man began to clone sheeps,
God created 6 billion individuals,each with a different thumb print.

when man invented medicines to prolong a person's life,
God only had to say to a dead man,'stand up and walk.' And he will wake up.

when man tried to save themselves by indulging in all kinds of rituals,habits and religions,
God carried an old,rugged cross up a hill,on which He also died on for man. Compelling as this may sound, many people still choose man. Man who are still trying to save themselves,trying to out-logic God,trying to create the impossible, and they fail to realise the impossible is already before them. The Grand Canyon, The great barrier reef, The 12 apostles,how the day turns to night and the strips on a zebra. These are impossibles and man can't make them. Only someone greater can.

It's as simple as it can be.

I wrote my heart down.
11:33 PM



Friday, October 21, 2005

Ben and Jerry's opened at Suntec last thursday. Since then, i've had exactly 5 cups of ice-cream. 2 of which i got for free, and another one which i paid less than half the price for. haha.It's good to have friends working there. It's also a good thing that when i work, i get to sit down. I get paid to eat and sit down. That's a nice job. I dunno why i am typing like an idiot today with limited vocabulary. Probably i'm in one of those moods. I also enjoy receiving chocolates from ppl working ard me.They help me outsize my pair of size 25 jeans. Yesterday i tried on a pair of brown pants at topshop.Somemore i went up to the salesgirl and asked for a smaller size cos they only had 26. They only had 25 in black so i tried both. AND the size 26 pants fitted me nicely,while i almost burst the button on the black pants. SAD. I convinced myself that the jeans are being manufactured smaller and smaller each week. So now size 25 is really, a 24. It seems that people love hanging ard at suntec..esp at tower four?At least people i know.

I think it's time for bed. Seeing as how i am typing so retarded and allLLLLLLLLL. ok gdngiht. No, gdnight.

I wrote my heart down.
11:32 PM



Sunday, October 16, 2005

At certain crossroads of our lives, we are faced with decisions, some easy,most of them hard. And others heart wrenching. Have you asked yourself this question 'Is it time?' over and over again,knowing the answer is a yes?It's about leaving behind something familiar and close to your heart.Something you are comfortable with. And you can't bear to.

At times, it's like flying away from your nest, somewhere you have called your home.

Anyway, moving on..I read my friend's blog recently and i realised i've nv tried to define myself.

I am a girl. The girl who has a stage fright.
The girl who is a dreamer and plays stories in her mind.
The girl who is sometimes afraid to go into uncharted territory.
The girl who loves company and enjoys people.
The girl who is afraid sometimes to express how she really feels cause the right words won't come.
The girl who loves to be blown away by majestic natural wonders.
The girl who wishes that every moment she wants to remember will be tiny snapshots in her mind and that she will nv forget them. She clings on to memories.
The girl who sometimes fall in love too hard.
The girl who really loves the people ard her, more than they actually know.
The girl who desires to use her life, as an inspiration to many.
The girl who needs to constantly feel that she is loved and appreciated.
The girl who is serious about her life, because she doesn't want to have any regrets at the end of it.
The girl who thinks that crying is a source of comfort.
The girl who is much more positive than she appears to be.
The girl who loves God, and isn't ashamed of it.
The girl who sometimes rely too much on her emotions.
The girl,whom if she had a choice, would like to live a simple life in Australia,start a family with kids and cook and drive ard to different places everyday.

I wrote my heart down.
12:40 AM



Sunday, October 09, 2005

Dear Lord,

For the times when I....

became religious;
looked at people without Love;
wept at the altar but went home unchanged;
start flippant conversations when really, i should have been talking abt You;
succumbed to sleep instead of sitting at Your feet and spend time with You;
only choose to look at my own circumstances and become self-centred;
am lazy and reluctant to serve;
broke Your heart;
look at my life and do not see the purpose You have for me in it;
do not have faith even though i say i believe in You;
have pride in my heart and think tt there's a slight chance i could make it without You;
belittle myself;
overestimate my abilities;
fall into self-pity;
am more willing to be encouraged than to encourage;
want to be understood more than i want to understand others;

I'm sorry.


But I know I love You and nothing's going to take that away from me.

I wrote my heart down.
9:57 PM



Wednesday, October 05, 2005

A whiff of nostalgia; a wave of anger and an air of sadness.
Somehow i've managed to keep it inside of me. Because i'm too afraid to think otherwise..I've gone too far down the road.

I wrote my heart down.
10:57 PM



Hello,what's your name?

Name:Natalie Wong
Age:20
Birthday:30th May 1987
School: Undergrad at Murdoch Uni(Mass Communications)
Oh yes, it's the self- introduction section again where you're supposed to pigeon hole yourself in 50 words.(labelling allowed)Well, I believe in someone called Jesus and that in itself has changed my character and life in many ways. That's about it. Talk to me and you can have the right to label me further.|



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