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Tuesday, January 01, 2008

010108
Genesis.
My phone battery is running low, I've just wasted half my day doing nothing substantial at Trena's place (still am, actually), oh and yes Happy New Year.
Though I'm not exactly the happiest person on earth right now, with very slight consolations such as new year wishes from people that matter and good company. i.e. the girls.
other than that, whoopdedoo it's 2008.

*edit
I'm sitting here thinking I should have something more to say 5 hours later. 2007 went back too quickly. If I could sum these 365 days up, I still wished I had more time. I remember having a meeting with my bro, Nam, Charles and Sarah at the beginning of 07..and my bro asked what we wanted to get out of the new year. My reply was to reach a place of intimacy with God. Well? Nope, I have not. My relationship was hindered by problems, disappointments, restraints coupled by excuses. Towards the end of each year, this certain sense of dread takes over, as though I'm about to enter into the classroom to collect my end-of-year results slip.Especially when I know I did not study as hard as I should have. Likewise, in December each year, I know there are some things I havent done or achieved and they're constant reminders I feel in my bones. I'm sitting here thinking, when will I get through an entire year and think back feeling relieved and exhilarated knowing I have done what I was supposed to do well? I find myself thinking if I have wasted a year of my life, if I do live a purposeful life at all. But despite all these feelings and thoughts, I'm undetered. As much as I want to set resolutions for myself and a vision and goal for 2008, I don't want to end up failing to meet up to my crazy expectations. Yet, I need a certain direction and motivation. In one of my previous entries, I wrote about one of my struggles in 2007. I really thank God for bringing me through something that have troubled me for a long time. This year,(or last)I learnt how to be a blessing to others, through my actions and speech especially. It's absolutely fulfilling when I know I have imparted something positive and valuable to my friend. We have too many people in our lives who do thrash talks and stupid acts, but very few can be people we share our thoughts and dreams with. And by that, I mean really sharing and knowing that person won't laugh. I mean, the last thing I want to become is a nag without a sense of humour. That's not what I mean. But rather, someone who you can laugh and be silly with, and yet that same person can inspire and impart. I have some of these people in my life, and I'm grateful for them. And there are some friends you really stick with through thick and thin. They may not be inspiring, they may not share the same values even, but they are people who you are entirely comfortable with, as though they are blood related siblings. There are some people you love chilling out with, and there are some you call when you want to do some shopping. At least, my friends are like that. I don't share some of my secrets with my best friends, but to my good friends. I don't shop with my best friend, but I'll make time to hang out at Starbucks with her anyday. I share many of my thoughts and dreams with my church friends, but they're not my closest friends. Weird? Maybe. Come the end of each year, it's also a time of thanksgiving. You look back and be thankful for the good things and lessons learnt from the bad. The beginning of '07 was really awful for me. But eventually, I learnt a lesson from it and me and Jon are much better friends now than we were the previous year. He's practically my best friend (ok not quite, Diana and the girls definitely come first.) except that we don't shop together and we don't have lingerie talks. But whenever I need an outlet, or to say something completely random, I know who to talk to. My girls (Cloud 9) are one of the best things that have happened in my life. We are the weirdest combination of friends ever, we practically have nothing in common except that we were from the same secondary school. But we make the best friends. You've heard many times that we find our refuge in God, but whenever I need away from school, horrible days and problems, they're my physical form of refuge. I know I can count on them and I'm absolutely myself when I'm with them. No facades. Diana has been MIA a lot this year but I really, really miss her. (like mad sia, like she would say) There are days when I feel so shit, I just need to talk to her but she's hardly a phone call away cause there's no freaking number to call. ARGH. So I have to pathetically resort to Myspace which me and the girls have been doing. Was at Trena's place last night for sleepover and almost the whole of today and some of us were looking through albums and our photobucket and everything is so poigant.I mean, from crazy trouble makers, to mugging for Os, to playing pool and mahjong, to seeing us graduate from poly one after another and even working full-time now, is simply amazing. The blog that I have now is started because we wanted to keep in touch with each other, though hardly anyone blogs regularly now.hmmm.I'm waffling abit and I'm acutely aware that this's a really long entry, but if you're bored then why have you even read till here?HAHAHA. yea, and so seeing old photos of my girls and I are really nostalgic but it makes me so proud that we've such a strong friendship that few can have. 2008 also means I'm turning 21 which also means I'm depressingly old. Tomorrow will mark my dad's return to the workforce. He retired for awhile but now he's going back to his old company for another 2 years to work, which is good for him I think. I don't see how staying at home and going to the same old coffee shop, watching the same old tv shows and reading newspapers is fun after doing that for a few years. When my dad retires for good, my family will begin a new phrase cause I would have started working full-time and my bro would have gotten married and moved out. I'll miss him, to be honest. Sometimes I wished I had a sister so we could share clothes and do girly things together, but brothers are just plain irritating. But how many people can have a one kind brother? I should be privileged.hahaha. As much as he likes grossing me out and disturbing me, at least I have a bro whom I can talk to and laugh with and can be nice.can be ah. Right, so before I start ticking off my friends list and name every one of them..I should publish this post soon.

My New Year resolution(s)?
1)be a blessing through showing God to people with my actions
2)save more money
3)be less quick-tempered.
4)not sloth! (in more ways than one)
5)do well in school (i.e. be a geek)
6)be driven and kindgom minded.

Noticed I didn't write 'shop less', or 'eat cheaply'.
Some things have to be realistic, kay!

I wrote my heart down.
4:49 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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