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Monday, January 07, 2008

Listening to: Breaking witness by collective soul

Hello world and 2008. I still can't really believe you're here. This is the year I'm supposed to get my lock and key but I feel like I could still afford a few more years to be young. Was packing my room just a few hours ago and it looks much cleaner and livable now. Many times when cleaning my room I'll stop at some point to examine a certain item and it reminds me of an incident or a phase in my life. Secondary school seems so long ago..really really long ago.

sighs. the free days. This phase of my life is so congested.
I've wondered when I was younger why the elderly would reminise about the past. I thought they had lived a life of regrets or something. But perhaps the days of your youths are when you live like how you want to live,imagine and dream wildly. Before punches start coming in. I know I'm not old, yet I'm taking in the start of the end of my youth. Such a strange feeling. Seeing my good friend moan about working life reminds me in about a year's time I'll do the same as well.
That's when I itch to escape..to grab hold of my wings and backpack and escape. Travel like I don't have a care in the world. A nice thought.

Watching your friends grow and they are different from what they used to be. I don't mean it in a negative way, cause normally when we say people change, we make it sound like it's a bad thing. It's not, it's just inevitable. When they start thinking differently, you can't help but drift apart. It's strange when you stop talking to a friend whom you used to tell secrets to. cest la vie.
Old photos remind me of good times with these people, but thankfully no, I don't feel hurt or disappointed that they're not part of my life anymore..it just happens, you know?

Yea..I'm just typing random, pensive thoughts out. Meeting Gloria tomorrow...and that's when you stop, snap back and embrace the people who are in your life now.

I wrote my heart down.
11:15 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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