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Friday, September 29, 2006

San Marco.
Sea Home Boston.
Carribean.
NYC.
Prague.

Once again, i need a break.

Note to self: STOP watching discovery travel and living.

I wrote my heart down.
3:58 PM



Monday, September 18, 2006

As-of-the-Moment-Loves (in random order)

1) Death Cab for Cutie
2) Vintage and funk graphic designs
3) 80's Tees
4) Navy Blue
5) Getting over new songs in a week
6) Charms
7) Trees and vines
8) Ebaying
9) Armor for Sleep
10) Youtubing
11) Bedok blk 85 for dinner and then supper
12) Sleeping in and even inner
13) Pastel colours
14) Silver and Gold

I wrote my heart down.
11:24 PM



Sunday, September 03, 2006

this morning this was what happened.

Dad: 'is the pair of jeans in the pail urs?'
Mum: 'ya lah the colour run..where you buy one?Expensive anot?
Everytime ask you not to anyhow buy jeans already.'

So i went to the yard and i saw my new pair of tapered jeans reduced to a mess of purple blotches. Then a mix of feelings came attacking me like an unaware pedestrain being knocked down by a speeding vehicle.

I was unconvinced.
'Maybe it won't be so bad after it has dried.'

Then angry.
'should have handwashed it myself.''

And finally i thought to myself,
'i wasted 43 bucks for nothing.''

Before i continue, you may think it's another pointless entry where i am ranting about one of my greatest regrets in life. (after dirtying that favourite stussy shirt 3 yrs ago) Now, WATCH.

In my mind, i envisioned $43 in full form just being blown away and dissolving into the wind.
It's not about the pair of Jeans now. I'm thinking..how often do we spend our resources (cash, time etc..)on things that do not last? Even if the washing machine didn't dirty my jeans today, one day it will be too worn out for me to wear. Or even worse, knowing me, it'll probably be tucked away at some obscure corner in my wardrobe in time to come cos the straight cut jeans are back in trend. How much cash, do we spend to nourish our souls i am wondering? Time we spend to encourage someone. Investing in things that can't rust, or get stolen. 'cause at the end of it all, this is what that will be put to test. That is all that will remain. I think, when i meet Jesus, he wouldn't ask me, 'so how many black dresses have you bought that you think have brought honour to My name?' or 'How has that Porsche of yours edified the body of Christ?'
Really. He sees the friends we have brought to know Him, our obedience when we hear His voice and the faith to believe He will provide for us when we're living from penny to penny. What will i bring to God that will glorify His name?

If i keep a record of my expenditure, i'm ashamed to say that most of my money are spent on things that will not last..things that make myself seem cooler, cause i have a pair of to-die-for pumps. I don't wanna throw my money to some boutique or Japanese restaurant and leave my soul in a bankrupt and dehydrated state of being. What about time? We have all the time in the world to shop, but no time to sit down and have lunch with someone who needs to feel loved? We could spend 5 hours at the hair salon to curl our hair but can't go to cell on saturdays for 2 hours? You know what? The last thing i want is to be reduced to a living mess of materialistic cells. Let's not allow the world to buy us into fashion, paper chase and prestige. But rather, let's buy the world with the love of Christ through us.

I wrote my heart down.
12:44 AM



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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