<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:46:38.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my silent private moments.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>589</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-6540821095949586265</id><published>2006-12-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:49:59.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE HERE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;been awhile and its time to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFICALLY SHIFTED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;seeyou guys there then (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-6540821095949586265?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/6540821095949586265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=6540821095949586265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/6540821095949586265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/6540821095949586265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/12/bye-here.html' title='BYE HERE.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-7285367307585076500</id><published>2006-12-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:13:29.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notification of new blog add change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the entire 1+ hours or even more, im trying to make out a new blog but, i dun wassup with the new beta blogger which simply forbids me to do so! ARGHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i've decided. im gona change my blog address directly from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the address is &lt;strong&gt;whenitcomestothetruth.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll change it like in a few days later okay (let you guys know first) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like rain but that doesnt mean it gota rain like every single day?!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sucha hindrance when im going out. booo. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember ah. IM MOVING TO that address sooonnn loll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;takecare! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010256102361769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RYgBYS8BpqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mtHx5h7_eBo/s200/19122006107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-7285367307585076500?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/7285367307585076500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=7285367307585076500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7285367307585076500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7285367307585076500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/12/notification-of-new-blog-add-change.html' title='notification of new blog add change.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RYgBYS8BpqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mtHx5h7_eBo/s72-c/19122006107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-261309268601427385</id><published>2006-12-14T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:08:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI THERE (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;papers over. ((((((: i shall embrace the starting of holidays first with a birthday celebration of our dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;XUEFANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! hehs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE ! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, it'll be dinner at ChompChomp followed by drinks at LiquidKitchen and cycling at EastCoast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loll. Hopefully the rain will stop when i step out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm i think i wana move out of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;gona have everything a new start for the new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But lemme begin by thinking of a new url.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okies, hahaha. everythings over. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;late night outs, xmas shopping, staying overs, suppers, chilling everything gona start from this moment. HAHAHA. oh not forgetting extensive trainings to prepare for coming IVP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of these are real good but theres a con for me. Cause' i seriously need to lose all the pounds i gained. booo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS BABES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RYD3irYpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0WwEWu4UjYc/s1600-h/08122006058-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008274960769710354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RYD3irYpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0WwEWu4UjYc/s400/08122006058-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RYD3irYpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0WwEWu4UjYc/s1600-h/08122006058-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-261309268601427385?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/261309268601427385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=261309268601427385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/261309268601427385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/261309268601427385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-there.html' title='HI THERE (:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RYD3irYpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0WwEWu4UjYc/s72-c/08122006058-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-8039351888153786786</id><published>2006-12-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:41:14.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get my life back.</title><content type='html'>whats the point of studying so so so much and yet you cant apply to what the question wants.)))):&lt;br /&gt;i really studied damn damn damn hard for Mbio and boo. 40 outta 50marks of application qns came out. guess im not suitable to study any subjects related to molecular genetics.&lt;br /&gt;so much for studyin that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant talk anymore bout that particular subj. so its left with 3more papers in 2days. i cant wait for the termbreak. (even though with the piling of projects coming up after the return of termbreak.)STRESSSSSSSSSSEDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im getting more and more antisocial as the day passed. Every day for me is just studying, watch Prison Break, studying, eat, studying, sleep. Its so no life for me. But watching Prison Break is really love.(: every episode has so much of anticipation and excitment.and and Wentworth Miller is sucha SUAVE-LOOKING GUY !! HA.theres like few hot bald looking guys around. lucky theres the episodes to relieve my stress. Its really really really nice. i'll give it 4.5/5* (: a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is random. I was studying halfway, listening to the FM, and suddenly, this song came to mind. old school music fits my mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STh2u7y_Hiw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til now, i stil yet got that song. boo.&lt;br /&gt;anws. the piano version &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPdNU_FnGXc&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;&lt;em&gt;here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go back and study. hopefully my efforts on the following papers pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: okay, before i go. i must say, that guy.. that guy whom his smile makes people glee, is damn cute. no doubt, DAMN CUTE! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RX1t011d6uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0aY7vMNfF48/s1600-h/30112006034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007279115277822690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RX1t011d6uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0aY7vMNfF48/s320/30112006034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come down from your fences, open the gate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-8039351888153786786?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/8039351888153786786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=8039351888153786786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/8039351888153786786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/8039351888153786786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-my-life-back.html' title='get my life back.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opMgJH__HN8/RX1t011d6uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0aY7vMNfF48/s72-c/30112006034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-9208512791092339003</id><published>2006-12-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:48:11.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make everything be okay.</title><content type='html'>the feeling of someone close gona get snatch away from your life.&lt;br /&gt;i fear, i scare, i dare not think of the worst scenior.&lt;br /&gt;its so scary to even think&lt;br /&gt;but i will and must stick with you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me the strength to go through all these.&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray.&lt;br /&gt;"everythings gona be fine" is what i always say now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-9208512791092339003?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/9208512791092339003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=9208512791092339003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/9208512791092339003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/9208512791092339003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-everything-be-okay.html' title='make everything be okay.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-7572751608689445176</id><published>2006-11-30T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:39:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB</title><content type='html'>So many things are on my hand now, im just kinda tired to update.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme some time will do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll will update one day aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISWAK addiction im on currently. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;a cute cute smile is what i always like to see; simply makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only scare theres not enough time for me, for us, for all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-7572751608689445176?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/7572751608689445176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=7572751608689445176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7572751608689445176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7572751608689445176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/brb.html' title='BRB'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-548304784037325427</id><published>2006-11-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:20:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it started with a kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE LA DIE LA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my MCT quiz tmr is a goner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF THIS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/771159/erg5xi2oj.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;But i think its quite funny. loll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DIE LA MCT. &lt;/p&gt;why of all times, but now. WHYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-548304784037325427?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/548304784037325427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=548304784037325427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/548304784037325427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/548304784037325427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-started-with-kiss.html' title='it started with a kiss.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-7075536385950920325</id><published>2006-11-23T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:26:01.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss old school (((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what a phenomenon outside just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun so sorching hot but its pouring (heavily) at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahhaa sometimes i guess even the weather have 'tempermental moods' HA. &lt;em&gt;cute eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But serious. its unlike those normal drizzle cum sunny weather okay. its really pouring heavily with the hot hot sun appearing in the sky, totally no blockage of clouds from it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/39563/23112006001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just look. the HOT sun with POURING rain. hurhur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/320/766305/23112006002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyhoo, i decided to drop by TampinesSec for awhile before heading home. Damn how much i missed my school. The old staircases up to the hall, the music room where we always occupy during our annual BadmintonCamp. the farmilar faces i get to see every morning when im doing my studentleader duty. The building of my classroom which faced the parade square and the pathway where all of us stood infront of the whole school with our National 4th trophy on hand.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH. i simply missed my former school! geez.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for Friday's stayover and friendly games. MixedDoubles&amp;Doubles! yay! HAHAHA. i heard many coming for friday. lol .. hm i bet it will be like those seniors (graduated ones) in a big big grp chitchatting talking bout the past while the new faces will be sitting the other corner playing with themselves! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and Friday's tommorrow. Just how fast this week passed ey. l o l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nuff' said. And before friday arrives, i gotta hit on Mammalian.Cell.Technology notes first. what a boohoo. oh and before i stop my rants, i gota add that no more nice SMSes in my phone! boo ): all the lovely 34bdae sms wishes all gone! BAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, I smiled at Kenneth Ernest today (thou it ended off kinda awkard). HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally not in the mood for MCT quiz tomorrow. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor, amor.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-7075536385950920325?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/7075536385950920325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=7075536385950920325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7075536385950920325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7075536385950920325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-old-school.html' title='i miss old school (((:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-5335003134315168140</id><published>2006-11-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:20:10.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO THERE!</title><content type='html'>HELLO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its kinda stupid to be blogging in the midst of studying for 2quizzes up to come on thur&amp;friday. But i just feel like blogging suddenly. hurr. dun ask me why, treat it as an urge. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading blogs. Blogs where they say that their lives are mudane, as in they're living in a bubble and etc. Then i'd thought to myself, am i living in a bubble too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday school's like taking so much time and its like i've been seeing so many friends here and there. But sometimes i really wonder, who really stayed til the end?&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that i do not love my 'present' friends, but wheres my 'past' ones. I missed them ):&lt;br /&gt;And it really feels weird to see my old really really close primary school friend cum neighbour friends with my friend! Its like eversince like how long, i've not been talking to him and suddenly, he pops up as my friend's friend? SO WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;or how bout this. My primary school crush suddenly talked to me and kinda flirting with me because hes single again? like what?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells. thats kinda weird uh. how things go. like you'll never what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;Okay something else i wana say.&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK SEEMED TO PASS SOOOOO FREAKING FAST........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow its Wednesday ready? like woah.&lt;br /&gt;You know i have like so many 'urges' but all are unable to fufill them.&lt;br /&gt;Like whenever i listen to some songs or see my piano, i just wana play a nice piece and enjoy it but i just cant find the time. its like my body wont wana let me or theres other first piorities i hafta do. BOOO la. how i wish theres ample time for me. enable to once again get inspired by someone's playing and get me down to playing. And play it like someone who have passed her grade 8 and not like some average grader. How i wish to play a piece without seeing the score.&lt;br /&gt;And how i wish to have a very strong will like cass, to be able to slim down sooo much within 2months and become a gorgeous babe. And how i wish to have the brains of a damn genius and get a gpa of 3.0 and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....HOW I WISH everything i wished came true. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its stupid. but maybe once awhile, pinning on those 'impossibles' doesnt hurt oneself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. i almost forgot. the Pictures we took during Juan's bdae celebration!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun! hahaha actually its like a replica of Sarah's one lah. loll anws. Bdae cake at NYDC then the legal age ones headed to Rav (our usual gay pub -.-") and laters to raymond's place. Was nice la, thou i think we slept halfway talking in the night. LOL. (but after that night it really kinda made my determination t really 'stand' strong. HAHA. i hope this time fo'real.) ((:&lt;br /&gt;anws. enjoy them my dears. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/238773/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/864806/181120061512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/658636/181120061510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/17052/181120061505%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/217443/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6346/857/400/894440/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better get back to reading abit more of my notes. Tmr school's 8am but luckily ends of at 11am for me! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Iwouldntletaminutegotowaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Iwouldntwantmyfaithtogotowaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Iwantyouandyourbeautifulsoul.&lt;br /&gt;canibeprettyinsideoutlikepeoplesay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EDIT----&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i finally received my 3rd bdae present after like 839482923days! loll. So, whens my 4th?&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, to dear you. you know what. &lt;strong&gt;I think it fits perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; (((: THANKS yea.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: you know what. (i've a confession to make.) HAHAHA actually i didnt except it coming. serious, i thought like you would forget or what? Then later i realised actually you did asked my friend etc. Thats real sweet ready (: HAHAHA you know somehow sometimes i really wished our friendship would be more of mutual? like hm we take turns to ask eachother out or even talk to eachother? Sometimes i'd think am i your gdfriend or just a hi-bye friend. aye. I just think quite alot la. Stupid i know but cant blame. GIRLS. hahahaha. anws. but i think im more than happy now. not just because i got your present but, it means im one of your goodfriends! I DUN CARE. i shall treat it that way! RIGHT?! okay i self-delcare it to be right. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bleahh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, although i'd wish martin ready but im gona do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy belated birthday hon! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-5335003134315168140?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/5335003134315168140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=5335003134315168140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/5335003134315168140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/5335003134315168140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-there.html' title='HELLO THERE!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-627516259545062057</id><published>2006-11-20T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:09:00.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish to watch Step Up once more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I got superglue stuck on my fingers giving me the rough feeeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now i'd always tend to start with a "hey boo!" when smsing anyone which i duno why but i just do and laterwards i'll press C button. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I think i must have been mentioning BOOO losta times that now it became a habit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oh and did i mention sighing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;okay, i shall go back school for lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ARGHH. why must the ratio be 5:2 in a week for schdays and wkends respectively and not like 4:3 or wadever?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-627516259545062057?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/627516259545062057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=627516259545062057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/627516259545062057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/627516259545062057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird.html' title='weird.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-8515049467232168104</id><published>2006-11-18T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:04:19.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over My Head; The Fray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CN162wtU910"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CN162wtU910" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MV's cute! If only i could just watch them in Youtube itself. grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws. i'll update Juan's bdae celebration laters after i get the pictures aites. &lt;br /&gt;hehs. Gonna meet Lynnie dear later for a meetup cum dinner. &lt;br /&gt;So, laters okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-8515049467232168104?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/8515049467232168104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=8515049467232168104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/8515049467232168104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/8515049467232168104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_18.html' title='Over My Head; The Fray.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-1361158688163491563</id><published>2006-11-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:23:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon i say Step Up to the beat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I din know from orchard mrt stn to bugis stn can be sucha hassle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda took like 20min over mins just to reach bugis. HOW COME? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause' i took the train at orchard stn then i forgot to alight at city hall. so i ended up alighting at raffles place. then i saw the sign to Paris Ris. So i waited and board that train and guess wad. It brought me back to Dohby Ghaut.... like wth. so i alighted at D.G and change train back to CityHall and OH FINALLY i reached Bugis. &lt;a href="mailto:#%#$#@#^&amp;@#$"&gt;#%#$#@#^&amp;amp;@#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay forget bout that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws I finally watched "Step Up". gezus. THAT movie just makes me wana go onto the dancefloor and dance like theres no tomorrow. LOLLLL. xiaowei agrees with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;I guess its not the storyline thats interesting but the dance moves and all. and o boy yea, Channing Tatum is hot ! (when he dance) and HUGE. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice movie overall, worth the money. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6346/857/400/step-up-poster-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OH OH. not forgetting, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR JUAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;s m i l e s*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6346/857/400/step-up-3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i smile and smile to the beat of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;thinking and thinking bout the look on the face.&lt;br /&gt;trying and trying to look inside that mysterious eyes.&lt;br /&gt;hoping and hoping to get something out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, wads real and not. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-1361158688163491563?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/1361158688163491563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=1361158688163491563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/1361158688163491563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/1361158688163491563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/cmon-i-say-step-up-to-beat.html' title='c&apos;mon i say Step Up to the beat.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-7488866967379133643</id><published>2006-11-14T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:15:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say PCR is shitified</title><content type='html'>im so frigging tired.&lt;br /&gt;can I dun study MBio?&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;I have skipped umpteen of lects and 2labs and a tutorial ready. (p.s. I do have valid reasons to it okay)&lt;br /&gt;but yah i know. BIG BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I SHALL HIT ALL THE BLOODY DNAs. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT THERE BE AN EASIER TECHNIQUE FOR DNA POLYMERASE TO GENERATE NEW COPIES OF SPECIFIC DNA SEGMENTS! why must it be Polymerase Chain Reaction! plus so many parameters?! geeeeez. if only its just like 1+1=2 that kinda easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. IF ONLY. *smack my head. what the hell am i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;okay back to revising my ppt slides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-7488866967379133643?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/7488866967379133643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=7488866967379133643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7488866967379133643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7488866967379133643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-say-pcr-is-shitified.html' title='they say PCR is shitified'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-7230528299450908855</id><published>2006-11-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:06:44.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hot sexay breadman.</title><content type='html'>HELLO GUYS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed the other day that i've forgotten to post up bout my weekend supper!.. at CHOMP CHOMP. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who drove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its oh-finally-finally she got her driving license, our MANDA. ((: HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed instantly when i see her coming to fetch me in her mazda 3 car! i duno why i laughed. the image was so funny larhhh HAHAHA. shes so small and TOOT inside. AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6346/857/400/121120061424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later was to clair's hse and lastly jiaqi's. And off we drove to Chomp Chomp!&lt;br /&gt;hehs. Egg Tau Huay, Rojak, Satay. Supa delicious. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day im gona hit Liquid Kitchen and maybe have Frapp at CoffeeBean there or even supper at the chomp chomp or prata/tissue prata at the opposite stall! teehee. Any kind souls out there offer to drive me there and spend the day tgt with me. loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peektures now! &lt;em&gt;Enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6346/857/400/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6346/857/400/121120061451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. theres also tanning pictures on Sunday with breadman! Sun was good but din get much of a tan cause theres a MALAY GUY there who looked so intimidating! Kept looking and looking la. god damn. geeez. oh yah, i forgot to mention, and he wore this trunk which his d*** look damn BEEEG la. EVERYTHING LOOKED INTIMIDATING. HAHAHAHAHAH. bleargh. i guess i'd post them up another day if i would. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inferior is what im feeling recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Im gona post a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6346/857/400/121120061481-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW WHO SAYS MY BREADMAN AINT HOT AND SEXAY?!&lt;br /&gt;please step up and i'll give you a PUNCH/BOX/KICK.&lt;br /&gt;SHES A HOT MAMA-LEY-DEE i tell you. ((: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEERUP HON*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-7230528299450908855?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/7230528299450908855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=7230528299450908855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7230528299450908855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7230528299450908855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-hot-sexay-breadman.html' title='my hot sexay breadman.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-7279362152401885212</id><published>2006-11-14T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:24:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rude and stupid fooker.</title><content type='html'>seriously, that was so plain rude. First you pinpoint people's fault for losing, BUT have you ever thought that who played worst? I dare say it was you and not him okay. Even me myself couldnt take it, getting to hear wad "eh you lost.. blahblahblah" C'mon la, we all have eyes to see who &lt;s&gt;played badly and who&lt;/s&gt; performed even if the result was a lost.&lt;br /&gt;And whats worst, you bullied a girl til she teared. That i fkcing cant take it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone could just knock some bloody rightful senses into ya head.&lt;br /&gt;And oh yah, please dun shift the blame to others okay, dun let others takeover your shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;__ you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, i say the guys played well for the last game.&lt;br /&gt;But i just cant stand when its my goodfriend getting all the shit outta your nonsense. YOU ASSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-7279362152401885212?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/7279362152401885212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=7279362152401885212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7279362152401885212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/7279362152401885212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/rude-and-stupid-fooker.html' title='rude and stupid fooker.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116308231298389292</id><published>2006-11-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:07.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evidence destroyed. BLEAHH.</title><content type='html'>geez.&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, i just feel like stoning man.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dry, must be the lens but im lazy to take them out yet.&lt;br /&gt;My right side of my back is aching, like some old woman.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach feels bloated like some stuffed balloon.&lt;br /&gt;And its cramping like mad giving me a false alarm to the toliet every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;My boobs 'looks' bigger recently and it hurts! (but its just temporary ok&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My zits are all popping out like the spikes of the porcupine.&lt;br /&gt;My thoart's dry like the Sarhara Desert.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ugly on the inside and outside. ):&lt;br /&gt;I feel fcukin fat larh. ):&lt;br /&gt;AND im getting so fair, makes me look worst in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND, im getting emofied here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMO IS HOT OKAY. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, right. The period is here. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sooner or later it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I got a competiton to play tomorrow toooo. School's from 8am to 3pm. And p.s. im skipping my 2hour lect which commence at 3 lo. Just imagine 8am to 5pm, totally no break in btwn. I think I wld rather just perish into thin air. LAUGHS. Okay I just hope tomorrow i wldnt end up with wobbley jelly-like legs and a stomach that cramps like fark to make me feel like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;#%#&amp;$@*&amp;amp;^ i think i'd better stop writing. Its getting more nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO, babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I swear juan really makes me LAUGH OUT LOUD. or issit i made her laugh so in the end, she made me looked so stupid and so i laughed out loud. Hm i think this's the cycle of tis afternn chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juan teased/commented sth bout me. then she GIGGLES*&lt;br /&gt;then Xiaowei LAUGH OUT LOUD,&lt;br /&gt;followed by me, either HITTING Juan or give that *SILLY, hey-where-got look,&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, ALL THREE OF US LAUGH OUT LOUD. REAL LOUD i say. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou it seemed idiotic/spastic/silly but to be honest, i just love this kind days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Quick. I want NEXT WEEK to arrive faster !! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116308231298389292?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116308231298389292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116308231298389292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116308231298389292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116308231298389292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/evidence-destroyed-bleahh.html' title='evidence destroyed. BLEAHH.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116290429264899629</id><published>2006-11-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEREMY aka our SHIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Randall, now whenever i see Jeremy, he reminds me of Shin ! (the male lead in Goong)&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. and i was like telling jem to cut like Shin's hair. loll&lt;br /&gt;lastly i just cant help it, but to rip tis pict off randall's blog and put it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/jeremy%20and%20shin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHAHAHHAHA. Now we have our own Shin in our group! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: CSI laters at 10pm! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116290429264899629?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116290429264899629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116290429264899629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116290429264899629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116290429264899629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/jeremy-aka-our-shin.html' title='JEREMY aka our SHIN.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116272821097966352</id><published>2006-11-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:06.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dread weekdays. boohoo.</title><content type='html'>Somehow I just love WEEKENDS.&lt;br /&gt;Its so much FUN! (lest better as to compare to weekdays; SCHOOLDAYS. shrugs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage10-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/041120061322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/041120061352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/041120061322.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/041120061360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(hahaha. I duno why the picture was taken like that)&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/041120061357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Thats definetely CANDID! loll )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, courtesy of TRUNKS;&lt;br /&gt;who gave me the recent nick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/041120061358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello you there,&lt;br /&gt;can you make school a playground for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd grant your wish if you could.&lt;br /&gt;Lets dance and sing along,&lt;br /&gt;our usual song,&lt;br /&gt;our usual outing,&lt;br /&gt;our usual teasing,&lt;br /&gt;our reminisce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116272821097966352?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116272821097966352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116272821097966352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116272821097966352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116272821097966352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dread-weekdays-boohoo.html' title='I dread weekdays. boohoo.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116257400957419665</id><published>2006-11-04T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:06.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of impluse</title><content type='html'>teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;honestly i dun really have much to blog, school's been taking half of my time.&lt;br /&gt;And when i have the mood to blog, i just dun have the time.&lt;br /&gt;But when i have the time, like now, i just dun feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. anyone has the song "Desperado" by The Eagles? (send me okay via msn or wadever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU. i just read something. and i wana say.&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY HATE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;TO THE FUCKING CORE&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dun insult people too much can. theres always a limit to everything.&lt;br /&gt;You push it, u'll lose a friend. People shun you because of your mouth thats practically shoots out anything and everything. You dun even bother a fuck on how the other party cares or feels. We girls are sensitive and take certain things to heart especially when it comes to oneself. And just everyword that comes from your mouth remind one's of their painful truth. You think i have no idea at all. Do i need to always be reminded by you. Youre so god damn wrong. And best of all, you think its so funny. HAHAHA. Funny to laugh at people's flaw. Oh thankyou, but i surely definetely dun need you to use it as a laughing stock. Try it on yourself. You do the experiment and feel for yourself. Have a little sensitivity in you, tis i beg you, ya. Just alittle from you wont hurt that much, can it. Or maybe before saying somethings, just pause for a moment to think. Laughing/teasing at someone's flaw, indeed made everyone laugh. But is that worth to actually crumble one's self esteem. And dun hafta apologise, cause firstly i dun see it from you, and apologizing doesnt mean theres not gona be a second time of teasing/insulting from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess theres no point of me going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116257400957419665?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116257400957419665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116257400957419665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116257400957419665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116257400957419665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/moment-of-impluse.html' title='a moment of impluse'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116247373013700869</id><published>2006-11-02T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it simple</title><content type='html'>I think simple chords produce beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;Easy to play, smoothing to d ears ((:&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i think evrything should be simple.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the way it shld be.&lt;br /&gt;and YAY. i got my cheque and had a nice meal with Fa at Fish'n'Co today.&lt;br /&gt;and now im back to watching the show. another 3more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0JUkvpjqhw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0JUkvpjqhw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. I think I like listening to those kinda music once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I11sOW-miwA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I11sOW-miwA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it seems to me that all the words hes singing are the same. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow playing against SP. hopefully it wont be like the game i played previously, so shitified. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116247373013700869?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116247373013700869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116247373013700869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116247373013700869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116247373013700869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/keep-it-simple.html' title='keep it simple'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116244883382092571</id><published>2006-11-02T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:05.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Litre Of Tear.</title><content type='html'>i shouldnt have watch it when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;now tell me how am i gona go out with teary, swollen eyes  and a red nose.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gona avoid those 'glances'.&lt;br /&gt;the story is touching, definetely enough to let me tear.&lt;br /&gt;but is it really that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; to allow myself to tear so much or its somehow something inside me that trigger it, allowing more of those emotions to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; i cant answer it.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, it do make me tear alot by watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/021120061274.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/021120061274.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolute 100% tearing show. great show recomanded by Cerian. (:&lt;br /&gt;If you wana find a reason to tear behind those hidden truth, watch that. I bet with'ya, you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116244883382092571?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116244883382092571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116244883382092571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116244883382092571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116244883382092571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-litre-of-tear.html' title='One Litre Of Tear.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116230449543221018</id><published>2006-10-31T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:05.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>fuck&lt;br /&gt;i fucking cant watch the shows on Youtube. They fucking dun let me load it. stupid piece of shiat. They fucking stated that its either i dun have the fuckin latest flash player, which i had download it like how many fukcing times or i'd turned off the Javascript. And wad god knows wads fuckin Javascript is bout. Ask afew people all were clueless. why is the youtube so fuckin troublesome. Argh. And thats not it. Actucally im able to use my brother's comp to watch it but wads so annoying and pissing is that i gota see his fuckin mood when im his ELDER sister.&lt;br /&gt;just fuck youtube. i hate youtube. why cant using the computer be sucha easy like ABC! I get so annoyed when i cant do things right. now im pissed with the fuckin computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edits//&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. my brother isnt that bad.. at least he lets me when i talk nicely to him. Hes loading them for me now IN HIS COMP. but im still piss with the youtube IN MY COMP. screw you la.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116230449543221018?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116230449543221018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116230449543221018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116230449543221018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116230449543221018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116169408007970239</id><published>2006-10-24T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:05.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the binding agreement;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/laura_ramsey1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/laura_ramsey1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Four have the power. One will stop at nothing to possess it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only the power of hell can save them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116169408007970239?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116169408007970239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116169408007970239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116169408007970239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116169408007970239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/binding-agreement.html' title='the binding agreement;'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116151265013524703</id><published>2006-10-22T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd never forget.</title><content type='html'>hello everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepavali sat morning training watchin dvd with bestfriend dinner back home tgt "stick it" movie pillow chats laughing playing poking singing sleep awken by laughters brunch beehoon cornflakes "the covalent" movie (its f*ing-nice) jacuzzi chats shower accompanied to 201 then goodbye ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats basically how i spent off my weekends. (: d last weekend to school reopens. Kinda looking forward to it cause i get to see my friends again! haha. damn how much i misses them. they're the ones who made school a playground. My timetable kinda suck thou, its so shitty mixed up. Lucky that i'd found some friends tgt with me. And yes, i cant wait fa and fithri to BRING ME OUT (they made it sounds like imma some kiddo can) LAUGHS. And also a date out with swee swee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week of working made me so tired. Finally its over and as for now, im waiting real patiently for my pay. Speaking of which, it feels weird. Human are sure complicated; I was hoping that that one week of toturing would end fast but when its over, somehow i was alil reluctant to leave. One thing that human differs from all other creatures is that they have feelings. Feelings that wavers, alters and happens when you least exepected. They always say "you know best when it comes to feelings, even body languages just somehow is an later reaction to it. like theres always a reason to a mistake, a result from a piece of effort. nothing comes off unless theres an action. you get what imma trying to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws my mood's so much better now other than some stuffs that kinda.. You know what. It really true that you can forgive someone but u'll never forget what that person did to you which caused the hatred in you that boils real fast inside. Well im not trying to deny the fact that im pissed. it sure boils inside. but o wells. least its temporary, but unforgetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, its cooled off for my nice weekends lifted my mood up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/thats%20happy%20moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/thats%20happy%20moments.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116151265013524703?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116151265013524703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116151265013524703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116151265013524703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116151265013524703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/id-never-forget.html' title='i&apos;d never forget.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116132055546114234</id><published>2006-10-20T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:04.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF! YAY YAY YAY ((:</title><content type='html'>this song's nice!&lt;br /&gt;(perharps its pointing to Nick Lachey)&lt;br /&gt;-i belong to me; JessicaSimpson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-f4z-5UsuNw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-f4z-5UsuNw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKmtfzM36HM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKmtfzM36HM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you're gone; MatchboxTwenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes some songs just relate to you right, in a way or another, or rather some sorta parts just appeals to you. As for me, I like their chorus. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum-dee-dee-dum. Its FRIDAY! ((: YAY! &lt;br /&gt;Friday's supa great day cause' its my last day of work, xiaowei's finally back frm m'sia, D day for ms aw to check in my room and the beginning of weekends! Tell me how can I not be feeling good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. oh btw. I laughed at the tags or rather answers replied. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and correction* the staffs here are rather nice la. Cant say for all but definetely theres tis ONE here. She treated me fruits! wanted to pay her but she insisted on treating. how kind of her right! Or maybe i cared for her that explains it. lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye Friday's just a lovely day LARH. &lt;br /&gt;ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116132055546114234?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116132055546114234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116132055546114234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116132055546114234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116132055546114234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/tgif-yay-yay-yay.html' title='TGIF! YAY YAY YAY ((:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116123643149004521</id><published>2006-10-19T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:04.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those fakes beneath those truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Heres a game, so just play along. (=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;One.&lt;/span&gt; Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuffs bout yourself. And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Two.&lt;/span&gt; Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake, keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Three.&lt;/span&gt; Jumble them all up and state them in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Four.&lt;/span&gt; Post them online and let people guess which the 5 false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Five.&lt;/span&gt; Get 5others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I once learned Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;2) I fetish over milk chocolaty, icecream stuff. Fried Mars is love!&lt;br /&gt;3) I was the second fastest sprinter back then in secondary school. (=&lt;br /&gt;4) I have eight piercings in total.&lt;br /&gt;5) I passed my 8th grade piano examination.&lt;br /&gt;6) I scored distinction in paper and aural for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;7) I peed in the lift once.&lt;br /&gt;8) I ever kissed 3different people at one go.&lt;br /&gt;9) I am prone to getting bruises; one hit on hard objects, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;10) I never let out a soft scream inside the cinema before.&lt;br /&gt;11) I have 5pillows, 2bolsters and a blanket on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;12) I would rather study than do household chores.&lt;br /&gt;13) I do not shop often unless my friends date me for it.&lt;br /&gt;14) I cry easily when depressing stuffs are spam on my face.&lt;br /&gt;15) I fetish over R'n'B, emo music.&lt;br /&gt;16) I am not emotional and do not confide in my friends.&lt;br /&gt;17) I mind what people say/think of me; hyper-sensitive and do take it to heart at times.&lt;br /&gt;18) Looking at hot-looking people with nice body piercing is what i always do.&lt;br /&gt;19) I like to be alone, totally independent and just lay back and think nothing.&lt;br /&gt;20) I post pictures with the ones i love up on my bedroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. 20 statements, 5of them are false. So, c'mon! Starting guessing (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116123643149004521?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116123643149004521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116123643149004521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116123643149004521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116123643149004521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-fakes-beneath-those-truth.html' title='those fakes beneath those truth.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116107432943992224</id><published>2006-10-17T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:03.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crack of the day. definetely.</title><content type='html'>One cranky conversation sure, definetely cracks and kills boredom during working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fithri says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than the people now not u starting sch soon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;know la&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha omg&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;im a genius&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;i can even understand wad ure talkin bout!&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;WITH YOUR LOUSY ENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. and of course, he wont admit that mistake of his. So, he cooked up with some excuses by saying;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fithri says:&lt;br /&gt;im just using ur languange la&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;ROLL eyes&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LO!&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;dun find excuses!&lt;br /&gt;sha. shabooya. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Fithri says:&lt;br /&gt;Because if i speak in good english u probably wont get it&lt;br /&gt;Fithri says:&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;Fithri says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells.......&lt;br /&gt;rights. *LAUGH MY ASS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;what an egostic chocolate man of a humanbeing. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With another 90mins of enduring, i'd be offically released frm work! HA. 2nd day over! &amp;amp;ive proven it (to those who claims i cant)! (: cant wait for my bed after a freaking tiring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116107432943992224?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116107432943992224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116107432943992224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116107432943992224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116107432943992224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/crack-of-day-definetely.html' title='crack of the day. definetely.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116099211581143353</id><published>2006-10-16T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:03.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE</title><content type='html'>im so so so so waiting for 6 o'clock!&lt;br /&gt;24mins more. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. sure first day of work;&lt;br /&gt;I've a lovely dad whom drove me to work today despite the fact that i woke at a very early timing of 630am! loll.&lt;br /&gt;So reached the office on d dot.&lt;br /&gt;However, i think the staffs here are quite rather unfriendly. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;so, everything's on be on my own and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in this large conference room, with a room temperature of 19degrees, 10comfy chairs yet only one's occupied. its sure freezing hereeeee especially sitting right below the aircon and with 4walls facing me. (MY FINGERS GONA BE SO FROZEN DEAD) be glad i dun have freeze bites. loll. too much of working sure makes one's brain go hay-wired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. so, thats basically one day of work.&lt;br /&gt;So far, havent met any real mean ones. All were alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! 545pm now. okay gona pack up and TATA! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed by quickly today. thank god*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116099211581143353?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116099211581143353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116099211581143353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116099211581143353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116099211581143353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-one_16.html' title='DAY ONE'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116075101528538204</id><published>2006-10-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:02.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.</title><content type='html'>time is a funny thing, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the very last week of my school holiday, im gona work.&lt;br /&gt;Mon-Fri; 9am-6pm at someplace near Redhill.&lt;br /&gt;yes. you din see wrongly. REDHILL. Its so far la. 40mins train ride.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. Alrights, nuff of complaining. Im getting paid. So, shuddup i shall.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall just endure for 5days! yes just 5days. Clair says i barely able to go through it A DAY! thanks ah. HA.&lt;br /&gt;[anyhoo thanks to Kazumi for getting me the job (: thou she wont be there. No accompany ):]&lt;br /&gt;All alone by myself. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Recently i've been hooked to O.C. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Nougats are sure addictive and its bad cause i've been eating it AT NIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;Having porridge every friday night for dinner seems to becoming a habit!&lt;br /&gt;I feel bloated. BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnights all. &lt;br /&gt;Takecare and enjoy the last week of holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116075101528538204?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116075101528538204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116075101528538204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116075101528538204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116075101528538204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116058528441154167</id><published>2006-10-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:02.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you mean alot to me (:</title><content type='html'>Thanks Fithri.&lt;br /&gt;least ure one of them who doesnt think the same as them. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hush now, dun cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;just watch the lights lit the night up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;everything will be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;im glad i still have friends there to care for me. As significant as it shows, as meaningful as it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116058528441154167?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116058528441154167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116058528441154167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116058528441154167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116058528441154167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-mean-alot-to-me.html' title='you mean alot to me (:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-116045736442792145</id><published>2006-10-10T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:02.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And once again. My tv died on me )): just fuckit la. Watching some real nice show halfway and it gota happen. Not once already... And the weird part is. It only happens to me. My dad watches it in the night, nth goes wrong. Now im left with no other form of entertainment but the internet. But one thing i hate is my freakin mouse. ARGH. i think its dying too. and Youtube too! waulau. everything just seems to be giving up on me. i duno its me or them. or they're just jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wells. Anyhoo i promised to upload the pictures that day. so there goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/3a5fscd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;at Cine's HK cafe. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/amanda%20and%20i%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/b38fscd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Amanda&amp;Natalie ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually theres like plenty of photos. But, hahaha. What for putting up so many when the main point's already been brought up! i.e. We both had fun that day! Was really a nice meetup. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now back to life proper, my mood swings are really getting on me. Im able to feel down at a moment, pissed later and maybe slightly better towards the end. Its really a very small margin btween getting sad over something or getting pissed over the same thing. Its complexed to actually consolidate the random thoughts that were running in so deep. I cant actually define my emotions. Was it actually sad? lonely? fustrated? or maybe its just im too free t actually let my mind go wild. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How i wish im like somewhere real relaxing and with my goodfriends there playing and chatting. Need not be alot but perhaps one who knows me really well. Somewhat sometimes it puts me to thinking, having so many friends there but just how many will be there for you when you really need them. Just how many are really named as Real friends. Just how many. If there is, why most of the time i gotta pick up the phone and call. Or maybe why am i always making the first move. It really makes me thinking am i the only one hanging on this loosely fragile string of friendship when the other just merely standing on the fence; not doing anything. Its just solely me whoose gona either make it or break it. Anyone able to tell me. It really irratating and vexing to just try to read through one's mind. Or is this a sign showing the RED signal that i should stop caring for a friend. Everything has a limit.&lt;br /&gt;At times i think, why am i always showing care and yet i dun get a single concern back, not one at all. Just dun help to make me feel good by saying that there is, when in fact i cant even feel it at all, wads more to be able to see or listen. Then it'll make me to do things that i didnt want to do like stop talking just totally get distant. Or You know wad. Fine Maybe i should just lie back and dun even do anything and just see whether issit really just me hangin on that string. It cant always be me doing all the caring concerning stuffs or even the one to start talking. Its how tiring and wads worst, making me think that okay my friend doesnt really give any two damn to me so why am i always the one like clinging on this stupid relationship. Although it really hurts me to be not able to say anything but acutally infact, i do have many things to say. I want to share. I want to laugh like before. I want everything to go back like before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However reality always steps in. No matter what, theres never a time machine back to the past. We are always told to look forward and start to accept the things we had in the future and not dwelling over the past. But maybe or not, its always tyical of people to compare. So because of comparision we have all those feelings emotions hitting on us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its just so stupid idiotic vexing fucking sad. I dun want to be left alone. I dun want it to be always me doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my bestfriend now ))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Youre the only one whom im able to just lean back and say nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' you already knew whats running in my head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YUsulqe5oc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;want to watch HarryPotter my dear clair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: (Read this somewhere)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;God was cruel to give us eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because we have eyes, we choose not to listen.&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; they forgive, but just how many acutally forget?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I can only say its not many.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-116045736442792145?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/116045736442792145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=116045736442792145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116045736442792145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/116045736442792145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115994158100308127</id><published>2006-10-04T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>WHY IS BREADMAN TAKING SO LONG!!! MY STOMACH IS GROWLING. grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey manda! HAHA. you know what. I think we just CLICKED THAT WELL. is really THAT THAT WELL. able t tell you everything and vice versa even thou we dun meet up in a regular basis, thats really proves it. ((: Or we should meet up more! giggles*&lt;br /&gt;hearts* &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda Lim An Na&lt;/span&gt; many many. ((((: and quick! i cant wait to post the pictures we had yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115994158100308127?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115994158100308127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115994158100308127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115994158100308127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115994158100308127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/random_04.html' title='random'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115989407532154409</id><published>2006-10-04T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:01.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many many.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/DSCF4696.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/DSCF4696.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. i have many "i want to(s)" .. MANY MANY!&lt;br /&gt;I wana get tatoo-ed. yay. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana blog bout today but first thing first, gota get the pictures from amanda! ((:&lt;br /&gt;So, another time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra-la-la&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115989407532154409?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115989407532154409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115989407532154409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115989407532154409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115989407532154409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/many-many.html' title='many many.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115971952762880861</id><published>2006-10-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:01.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night's young always.</title><content type='html'>alvin: Why do you girls like to take those black and white pictures ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: HAHA. cause' we like lo. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. that silly vin always like to ask me questions that i just simply cant answer it in a &lt;em&gt;proper&lt;/em&gt; way. Anyhoo, met him tis evening for some sorry cum birthday dinner. Few days back, i was rather disappointed with him la for being one of those who forget to wish me. hur. But today, he surprised me, by asking me out for dinner yesterday and... ahaha. today's dinner came along with a present too! HA! real thanks. (i was surprised) ((((: HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was a nice day spent with clair in her house and with xiaowei meeting us afterwards. Then was a short period in my house followed by cycling to xiaowei's house for chats! AHAHA. oh yes, her mum makes nice nice PRAWN MEE SOUP! ((: the prawns are REAL BIG too! her mum said cause' they were HAI DI XIA. loll&lt;br /&gt;chatted til 1am and we cycled back home. Now our bums are hurt! geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to clair sure makes me think stuffs. Those stuffs which sets your mind to start thinking bout the past with comparision to the future and so on.... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be a different girlfriend now compared to those secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! vin and i was like talking bout &lt;strong&gt;fate&lt;/strong&gt;. I was arguing with him bout, if everything's are fated, then we should all just sit around and wait for our &lt;em&gt;fate &lt;/em&gt;rather than grabbing the opportunity to create d&lt;em&gt; fate,&lt;/em&gt; right&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Then he said sth liddat, "Fate is when you act or do something which is alike to what your destiny has for you." and thats the definition of &lt;em&gt;fate&lt;/em&gt; for him. I stand corrected. (i think?) ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pictures now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/30092006907.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/30092006916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/30092006924.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/30092006930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/30092006930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO THERE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BREADMAN! lollll. oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong. i meant SLOW breadman. (((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*ilovetis breadman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lmao (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P/S: YAY! CSI miami showing on Tuesdays! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115971952762880861?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115971952762880861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115971952762880861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115971952762880861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115971952762880861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/10/nights-young-always.html' title='the night&apos;s young always.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115942026407254045</id><published>2006-09-28T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im meeting lynnie today!  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sushi plus M18 movie and chats here we come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115942026407254045?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115942026407254045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115942026407254045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115942026407254045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115942026407254045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-meeting-lynnie-today-sushi-plus-m18.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115937294174419753</id><published>2006-09-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the devil of impulsive</title><content type='html'>i just wish my thoart and my red nose would be better by tomorrow. Just because of it, i had to call off my meetup with lynn. ): i feel bad bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people feel bad only after the action's being made.&lt;br /&gt;Why isnt there some kind of re-thinking before doing the action.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why the dictionary has a adjective namely &lt;i&gt;impulsive&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Impulsiveness is sucha devil.&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to strike a topic, yet whats following by it is nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather you'd made a fool out of yourself or unknowingly said something that later in your mind only then you realised, "was that hurtful to hear?"&lt;br /&gt;(if its the latter) And the next minute, you get to see someone looking down walking alone by the pathway and you, at the other corner looking; feeling remorseful inside.&lt;br /&gt;Wished if theres a chance to turn back time and the picture would be different.&lt;br /&gt;Not one but two person there cheering and walking side by side.&lt;br /&gt;How nice that will be.&lt;br /&gt;But. Snap back to reality, when will there ever be a time relapse.&lt;br /&gt;So, the only one and only thing you can do is to treat that one nicer in order to remove the slightest guilt in you. In that way, you'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Just how typical huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guessed the other never meant to say such hurtful stuffs, its just the devil's doings. Sometimes when one feels like getting the situation right, ends up doing way too much. So much for nothing is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/P1010014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tell me wad do u see at the end of the string.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115937294174419753?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115937294174419753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115937294174419753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115937294174419753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115937294174419753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/devil-of-impulsive.html' title='the devil of impulsive'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115934826729152211</id><published>2006-09-27T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:58:00.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorabilia bdae.</title><content type='html'>26 of September 2006; thats one memorabilia day for me. Best could be mentioned as the most memorable birthday celebration i ever had. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i thought it wld just be just a surprise birthday cake and song from your goodfriends coming right into you and dah, the end of my celebration. Never in my mind would i ever expect the group celebration to consist of my usual clique, juan, russell and rayner. TOTALLY WAS A SHOCK outta me. I cld barely even react when i saw them coming towards me with d bdae cake on russell's hand and of cause' the bdae song singing along. I was so taken aback that at that particular moment, words seemed to be stuck in my mouth and only laughs and those smiles of embarrassement lingering together with strangers looking into the crowd. Truely unforgettable surprise birthday celebration for me.&lt;br /&gt;And so, that was the lovely sweet surprise i had accompanied by steamboat at MarinaBay and lastly some pictures takings before we close this wonderful picture to a fullstop. Oh yea, before that was erm lunch chats, walking, movie and neoprints with manda, jiaqi and xiaowei.&lt;br /&gt;But i must say the aftermath of the steamboat was like. WOAH. you guys sure dig some secrets outta me lo despite knowing it ready. (= but theres exceptions of cause, some real silly fool still dun geddit in the end. loll and the questioning really seriously MADE ME SO PAISEH. =x&lt;br /&gt;it sure took alot of courage okay. loll not as simple as ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells. Overall, everything was nice &lt;s&gt;(exclude that i was down with flu and a bad sorethoart and my thang too wanted to celebrate with me, other than that)&lt;/s&gt; it cldnt be better i feel. (:&lt;br /&gt;so they are the ones who made it special namely, Clair, Manda, Xiaowei, Jiaqi, Sally, Juan, Russell and Rayner. ((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i also would like thank to those below for the smses,testimonials and anyother ways tt they did to put their wishes across to me; (in random order)&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU you all! ((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa&lt;br /&gt;Cassendrea&lt;br /&gt;Fithri&lt;br /&gt;Farhanah&lt;br /&gt;Siyi&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Cerian&lt;br /&gt;Tancy&lt;br /&gt;Sue&lt;br /&gt;Royston&lt;br /&gt;Lynnie (btw. HAPPY BIRHTDAY DEAR! ((: )&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Lorencia (:&lt;br /&gt;Chong&lt;br /&gt;Jianli&lt;br /&gt;Amanda (i'll be looking forward to the date! :))&lt;br /&gt;Randall&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;XueFang&lt;br /&gt;Ain&lt;br /&gt;YangPin&lt;br /&gt;Alfred&lt;br /&gt;Fatmah&lt;br /&gt;WengLum&lt;br /&gt;MengSeng&lt;br /&gt;Jade&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;br /&gt;Peiyan&lt;br /&gt;Johanan&lt;br /&gt;Shuhui&lt;br /&gt;Seraphina&lt;br /&gt;Yingying&lt;br /&gt;Clair's boy&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei's bro&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. I aint sure whether i missed any of u all, but in anyways, to all who wished me, A BIG THANKS guys! ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah! and my family too! hahaha. a nice dinner out and bdae celebration as well as a family gathering was all that matters. HAHA. and of cause, my newly DKNY red delicious perfume as my bdae present. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/DSCF4748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/DSCF4748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY! memorabilia birthday that i'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s m i l e s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115934826729152211?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115934826729152211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115934826729152211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115934826729152211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115934826729152211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/memorabilia-bdae.html' title='memorabilia bdae.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115910595100743000</id><published>2006-09-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:59.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exclusively xw (:</title><content type='html'>the following video is a rendition of a hamster running the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, the person inside is definetely cuter than the norm! HAHAA. in fact, it nv fails to make me laugh upon watching it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS SOOO CUTE AND HILARIOUS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdZsd2501A4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdZsd2501A4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115910595100743000?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115910595100743000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115910595100743000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115910595100743000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115910595100743000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/exclusively-xw.html' title='exclusively xw (:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115909323179446125</id><published>2006-09-24T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:59.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past weeks' happenings.</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks were like packed with loads of fun and well everything comes with a price. Consecutively 3chalets in 3weeks and a Bangkok shopping trip; equals to half of my allowance gone just like that. tsk. HOWEVER, i think its all worth it.  So i shant rant so much and present you with pictures of the events. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Badminton Chalet (8th-10th Sept)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage9.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tp's goodfriends Chalet (13th-15th Sept)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bangkok Trip&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt; (15th-18th Sept)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cliques Chalet (20-22th Sept)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S more photos at the flickr. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115909323179446125?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115909323179446125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115909323179446125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115909323179446125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115909323179446125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/past-weeks-happenings.html' title='past weeks&apos; happenings.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115868557134991938</id><published>2006-09-20T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Edits//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is a very fine line between loving someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and being greedy for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The right one, right now,&lt;br /&gt;Or the perfect forever, yet forever waiting for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wads yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115868557134991938?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115868557134991938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115868557134991938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115868557134991938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115868557134991938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-maybe.html' title='maybe maybe.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115831028250059616</id><published>2006-09-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:59.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TO BANGKOK.</title><content type='html'>HAHA. blogging using the airport's new internet service.&lt;br /&gt;BIG BOOHOO. my flight been delayed by like an hour. This means an hour less of night shopping! boooo!&lt;br /&gt;but anws, hahahaha. mum's in a relatively good mood, so i asked her bout siyi's partay at MOS. and i guessed, its a YES!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;i love my mummmy. weeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DKNY &lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;' perfume is real nice!&lt;br /&gt;Im fancinated by the size of the latest Marlbolo cigars boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off now! BYE! takecareguys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115831028250059616?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115831028250059616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115831028250059616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115831028250059616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115831028250059616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/off-to-bangkok.html' title='OFF TO BANGKOK.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115829390017000384</id><published>2006-09-15T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:58.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taken aback with a flush of d heart.</title><content type='html'>WA-LA.&lt;br /&gt;dearest all. I AM BACK! haah but in like few more hours, and its hello to Bangkok! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then during chalet. Fithri's group of friends came. HAHA they made the 1st night so much more live and everywhere seeemed to be echoed with laughters. HAHAH. oh theres the OCH visit also, but boo. Wasnt anything much of an excitement actually. In fact, i think OCH got a revamp, the walls are repainted and cleaned; grafitti all off and nth much to the point that, some of them wanted to scare us. LOLL. Then later was back to the chalet for games, those nonsensical stupid games but i like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I got attracted to tis smile of someone. HAHAHA. I think hes CUTE LA. hahaha. nice smile, nice hair and real funny contagious LAUGHTER. lol. In fact, i think hes smile is appealing. Oh! boy, i think he has kissable lips! =x Everything looks nice in a whole.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! hahaha. He sang "HappyBirthday" to me la. HAHA. AND He sang Solo. I think thats ultra sweet thing lo! Futhermore, we're barely even close! loll. A 2days friend? hurhur. THATS REALLY SWEET.. okay maybe others might not think so, but to me, it do! infact, it made him even more APPEALING to the eyes and the heart. ... Saying so much yet theres so many buts coming along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;one thing for' sure.&lt;br /&gt;He made me feels like im back in secondary school, with a heart of a secondaryschool girl.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, i smiled to myself and guessed it feels good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, BIG THANKS to those who made the chalet and celebrated my bdae with that delicious cake. real thanks. I love you guys (especially to that trio). (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe. (tis' gota be random i swear.)&lt;br /&gt;Small simple things do makes me happy! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more concerned with the thought rather than the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights mum's nagging me. Gota pack my luggage. seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on monday. Anything, im reachable via my handphone number. (:&lt;br /&gt;TAKECARE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S guys, dun miss me too much! hahaha. but if u do, maybe a sms t me and perhaps, a gift back to you when i'm back! HAHAHAHA. thats a "PERHAPS". &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115829390017000384?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115829390017000384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115829390017000384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115829390017000384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115829390017000384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/taken-aback-with-flush-of-d-heart.html' title='taken aback with a flush of d heart.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115808209945086937</id><published>2006-09-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:58.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midwest skies and sleepless mondays</title><content type='html'>I was so yearning for holidays and now i seemed to be drowned in the endless shedules on each and every day, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;All and everything been snapping my energy off. Or maybe its due to that most typical reason given by girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Tp's badminton chalet and yest's jiaqi bdae celebration and tomorrow i'll be off to a 'mixed' chalet consisting of 1st sem gdfriends, current classmates(as wells as sec mates), coursemates and meeting-newfriends. Followed by 515pm flight on Friday for a shopping trip in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess tis site gona be laid off for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. hmmm as for the past events, i promise to post tonnes of photos up when i'll back okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so meanwhile, takecare and enjoy the holidays ahead my readers.&lt;br /&gt;Results gona be out on 14thsept, so all the best guys. *anticipation*&lt;br /&gt;As for those ppl who just started their SIP, hahaha. HAPPYWORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, before you begin a new journey, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gota live with your past first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching so hard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finding means and ways for your truth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when actually its just right in front of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Try using your heart to figure that truth out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/08092006341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/08092006341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare guys.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;natalie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115808209945086937?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115808209945086937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115808209945086937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115808209945086937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115808209945086937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/midwest-skies-and-sleepless-mondays.html' title='midwest skies and sleepless mondays'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115764054049961221</id><published>2006-09-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrazyBeautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I remember the day we met, the smile, the touch. You can be anywhere where your life begins. When the future opens up right in front of you, and you may not even realise it at first. But it's already happening." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KD85Ho4nQV8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are millions of people out there. But in the end, it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe. But I know there's something beautiful in all the imperfections. A beauty which he held up for me to see. A strength that never can be taken away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want I want to watch CRAZYBEAUTIFUL, but due to the fact that its an old film, i cldnt really find the Dvd in those rental shops. boo. and btw if you guys din know, that video is a preview of the show! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;And i too want to watch Devil wears Prada! heard from many ppl its nice la. grrrr I WANT TO CATCH THAT. haha. get the hint? loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow's the chalet. YAY. hahaha. well, guess this chalet gona be better and more fun than previous cause' this time more properly planned i guess. thanks to the Captain and those who helped la. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love having loads of photos pasted around my bedroom. I wouldnt even mind if its the entire room. Just simply looking at the different photos, despite the different kinds or styles of images set inside its just able to remind you of that particular moment when putting that piece of moment into a memory thats able to view. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115764054049961221?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115764054049961221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115764054049961221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115764054049961221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115764054049961221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazybeautiful.html' title='CrazyBeautiful'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115743356635069678</id><published>2006-09-05T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:58.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels so refreshed with a nice natural wake without the alarm clock ringing into your ears followed by a nice slow jog, feeling the fresh air being sucked into the lungs carrying out gaseous exchange. Lastly, is a nice hot long shower bath and doing all the &lt;em&gt;necessary &lt;/em&gt;ahem&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;loll. sure feels good after all these. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its september ready. I still recall the times where i was rumbling and all that it still long to my legal age of 18! HAHAHAHA. and now yes, exams are over; the once wavering stress period is once and for all outta my mind and sight and its SEPTEMBER. ((: Just look how fast time pass ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i shall do a special exclusive calendar for the September Babies (for im one of them too). hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish the following people below;&lt;br /&gt;an advance &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ((: may everything goes smoothly for you as its the beginning of a new age and of cos, ure legal to do anything and everything. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt;; nice meeting you as a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shimona&lt;/strong&gt;; the looked cool on the outside yet friendly cheerful preetty girl inside! lets meet up tgt with loren for some DIY accesories shopping soon okay? ((:&lt;br /&gt;7th- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KohBoonLoong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LEE JIAQI&lt;/strong&gt;; hello trunk. lolll. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13th&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Randall&lt;/strong&gt; !! so, are u celebrating ur bdae in a pub or sth? hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19th&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;LOREN&lt;/strong&gt;! (hey girl. i think tis year gona be the best bdae u gona have! cos' we can hit the clubs! hurhur. ((:) &amp;&lt;strong&gt;peiyan,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cheewee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20th&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; BoonLong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22th&lt;/em&gt;- Y&lt;strong&gt;angPin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;SIYI&lt;/strong&gt;!; hehs. thanks ah for making the 1st one on ur guest list. MWAH. iloveyou! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23th&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Shuhui&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;&lt;strong&gt; Johanan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26th-&lt;/em&gt; muahahahha! this date special cause&lt;strong&gt; its MINE&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;presents presents!&lt;/span&gt; yay. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27th&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Lynnie &lt;/strong&gt;dear. hahaha. am really glad that i had you during p3-p6! and so relieved we're still keepingin contact! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. i'd better get ready for a nice meetup lunch at SoupSpoon. Oh yea, they serve real nice healthy uber delicious soups know. (: and a competition in the late evening. so Wish me Luck! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/05092006262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/05092006262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love the days of idling around without any stress over whats gona happen to the next following days. Sitting on the side eating icecream, looking at the surroundings and taking nice pictures are the days of carefree moments. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and once again, i just gota say it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DA HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!&lt;em&gt; smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115743356635069678?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115743356635069678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115743356635069678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115743356635069678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115743356635069678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-feels-so-refreshed-with-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115712745635866397</id><published>2006-09-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in·fe'ri·or'i·ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She is the prom queen, i'm in the marching band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She is a cheerleader, i'm sittin in the stands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She gets the top bunk, i'm sleepin on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the &lt;strong&gt;girl next door&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES FINALLY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d' HOLIDAYS ARE HERE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi to all out there. ((:&lt;br /&gt;its the month of loves. lol&lt;br /&gt;cos its SEPTEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G R I N S*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh im freaking exhausted after a whole 9hours of standing up and worst thing, i've another round to do tomorrow. boo.. ):  &lt;br /&gt;so i'll update another time aites.&lt;br /&gt;its goodnight for now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115712745635866397?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115712745635866397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115712745635866397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115712745635866397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115712745635866397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/09/inferiority.html' title='in·fe&apos;ri·or&apos;i·ty'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115700094593196774</id><published>2006-08-31T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:57.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL LIKE TAKING SOMEONE'S LIFE RIGHT NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115700094593196774?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115700094593196774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115700094593196774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115700094593196774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115700094593196774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-like-taking-someones-life-right.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115686155538276239</id><published>2006-08-29T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:57.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections of Lovewrecked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I would want a cute, nice average-sized guy who is able to make me sweep my feet off with that gorgeous smile of his. And in any unexpected catastrophes, he would be the first to come rushing down anxiously to protect me. I want that kind to be my boyfriend rather than some super hot guy with great musculinic features but expects me to serve him in all ways like some royal highness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; who says bestfriends cant be a couple? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its just a matter of time, be it 2months or 2years and some stimuli to trigger that realisation hidden in a particular unknown site of the brain. Lastly to make things work is an immense plucking of courage for a confession. (((((((: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to life proper, 2papers are over. Well surprisingly, the amiable kind khin marmar cheated our feelings. She set questions that were stated "not required to study" :(&lt;br /&gt;I've got the last one to go which is on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Studying AIMM seriously results in the downhill of my mood. As page by page are being flipped, my mood becomes sadder. Oh ya not to mention, more stress being piled on. Tons of stuffs to memorise and all causing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i need my lucky stars shinning brightly for me tis' time.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously need some luck to pull over the coming paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115686155538276239?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115686155538276239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115686155538276239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115686155538276239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115686155538276239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/reflections-of-lovewrecked.html' title='reflections of Lovewrecked.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115675116244856908</id><published>2006-08-28T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2more papers to the unleash of utmost freedom.</title><content type='html'>so, mgen paper was quite managable. ((: All the qns were done smoothly according to my slow speed of writing. lol. But was rather pissed when i scrolled thru qns before getting on it, many of what i studied din came out LA. i could have just dun read those sections at all. A waste of time. arghh. so much for studying so hard... right loren! geez. And the total absurbness in the allocation of marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells. nth more to rant bout, its over. (: One down, thats 2more left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been rather stale lately,&lt;br /&gt;not much of any excitement being made or done.&lt;br /&gt;its just 24/7 studying, jogging and slping. lol. SEE how boring is my life now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. yes one thing to state.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my mum's cute la. She said i'd studied too much, asked me to take a break by catching a movie. (bet thats jus her excuse).&lt;br /&gt;But why waste the free tickets right?&lt;br /&gt;So i've a short movie date with ma small genius boy tmr, and perhaps shall do some studying if the determination lies strong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aites. i better catch a short afternn nap before hitting on my fpath.&lt;br /&gt;ooo. did i mention, I LUB FPATH. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115675116244856908?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115675116244856908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115675116244856908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115675116244856908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115675116244856908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/2more-papers-to-unleash-of-utmost.html' title='2more papers to the unleash of utmost freedom.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115659357810698600</id><published>2006-08-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying making me sad. ='((</title><content type='html'>mugging from a time of 12plus noon to 5plus in the early evening of just merely several topics yet i feel as if i just touched a page of slides only.&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes studying can come to a point where if ever you stopped studying or feel like taking a real nice relaxation away from the notes, you'll feel bad towards the end cause' you HADNT BEEN STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;damn sad la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun pretend u boo. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol u also wil feel bad right&lt;br /&gt;dun pretend u boo. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i also lo&lt;br /&gt;dun pretend u boo. says:&lt;br /&gt;yest i like din study then i feeeel damn bad lo&lt;br /&gt;Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;ytd i studied 1/3 of topic 7 for mgen&lt;br /&gt;Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;who feel more bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun pretend u boo. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;dun pretend u boo. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay you. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone's infected with the mugging bug and transforming into some nerd which burns mid-night oil everynow and then.&lt;br /&gt;and i better get started with my notes after my shower. (sometimes a part of me really wana just &lt;em&gt;forget it la&lt;/em&gt;, study and achieve with what i got but theres always this word "competition" pushing us to break that stupid thinking barrier and just mug the shait out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope for a nice 12hr slp RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion slowly kills one off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115659357810698600?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115659357810698600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115659357810698600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115659357810698600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115659357810698600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/studying-making-me-sad.html' title='studying making me sad. =&apos;(('/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115652733392505009</id><published>2006-08-26T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:55.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time&amp;tide awaits for no man</title><content type='html'>i wonder hows the feeling of a life which revolves between 2BFs.&lt;br /&gt;its just she,him, she,him; just the 2of them completes your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;do tell me huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently im taking a break outta studying.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its scaring me out. Just 2moredays to papers. I feel like nuts in my head. seriously freaking me out. ='(&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the hols to commence yet i fear for the arrival of the papers. Now i truely knows the meaning of &lt;em&gt;irony&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115652733392505009?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115652733392505009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115652733392505009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115652733392505009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115652733392505009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/timetide-awaits-for-no-man.html' title='time&amp;tide awaits for no man'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115625928100300980</id><published>2006-08-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:55.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dearest Preetty Seraphina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/dearest%20SERA!%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/dearest%20SERA%21%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello there,&lt;br /&gt;my long-lost friend.&lt;/em&gt; ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Break Up" was truely nice and meaningful. Its depicts on how typical a relationship is. Its quite amazing how much I feels for this flim, how much tears i shed in the therate. Its so much worst than watching "Click". lol. Nice acting done there by JenniferAniston and VIncVanghon; shows how much ego a guy can carry and the amount of sacrifices which the girlfriend has to entertain to the boyfriend's huge egoness.&lt;br /&gt;really worth 7bucks of your money and time. GUYS especially those with a huge ego (ahem. dear putri?) should really watch this film. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hey there, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;its &lt;strong&gt;that much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Studying seriously hitting on me like 24/7. )):&lt;br /&gt;Being said to be intelligent is one thing. But perhaps &lt;em&gt;Perservance&lt;/em&gt; should be the correct word to be used on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115625928100300980?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115625928100300980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115625928100300980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115625928100300980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115625928100300980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dearest-preetty-seraphina.html' title='my dearest Preetty Seraphina.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115601039655545191</id><published>2006-08-20T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:54.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>natalie's a nerd now !!</title><content type='html'>hi loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When do i feeel and act like a real nerd?&lt;br /&gt;A: When im STUDYING! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticking to 2. yes 2 in the morning. And why am i still awake and here writing all the sillystuffs away?&lt;br /&gt;its all thanks to my TEH-PENG. hahaha. i think even the slighest amount of caffine sure keeps my eyes open WIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do i do in the with my wide-opened eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I study! yes. i seriously feel like a nerd now with those specs on, plus all the scribblings on the pieces and pieces of paper. oh yes, an additon to the word 'nerd'; A procastinating Nerd. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I listening now?&lt;br /&gt;98.7 FM! (thou my comp's on) lol. but hey, the radio do plays nice songs. they sure know how to let me enjoy alil outta studying. All my nice songs are played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised the number of times i mentioned anything words relating to study?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. this means my study mode is gradually being switched on! YAY. (like o finally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. you know what. i think im prone to talking-and-replying-to-myself. maybe thats the only form of entertainment i have for myself when im alone in this freaking okay no, i meant nice, cosy, comfy, pleasing room of mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think im easily distracted by stuffs,thing, and people! lol. but still, i'll slowly bend lower and lower to my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only imma superman, i sure use my superpowers and put everything into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, change of plan. I'll burn all the schools down. in this way, theres never gona be any examinations or wad-so-ever papers we ought to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! im sucha indecisive nerd! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aites. enuff of a break. Back to my notes.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. did i mention to u guys that NOW i believe that consuming FISH sure improves your memory? In this way, memorising words from the notes seemed easier and more efficient.&lt;br /&gt;I ate lots of FISHES today. (: ]&lt;br /&gt;boy, im sure feeling so fishy and nerdy. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115601039655545191?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115601039655545191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115601039655545191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115601039655545191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115601039655545191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/natalies-nerd-now.html' title='natalie&apos;s a nerd now !!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115591525259483992</id><published>2006-08-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:54.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets dance ard the merry-go-round. ((:</title><content type='html'>Studying with stacks and stacks of paper on the table under the orangy-yello lightnings?&lt;br /&gt;For godsake, its a Friday! so, as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant talk much, let the pictures tell ya guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all begin with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/P1010282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/P1010253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/P1010296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010280.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/P1010280.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010296.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010257.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/P1010257.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i liked the feeling of my hair being tied,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while she liked the feeling of tying hairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage7-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage7-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nothing wld have been possible without her. (: HAHAHA. thanks for making my hair so lovely today. i seriously LOVEEEE it loads.&lt;br /&gt;so, when the next time again huh?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115591525259483992?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115591525259483992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115591525259483992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115591525259483992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115591525259483992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-dance-ard-merry-go-round.html' title='lets dance ard the merry-go-round. ((:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115583194808296210</id><published>2006-08-18T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my silent reader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;enjoy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when there was me and you;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-High School Muscial.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115583194808296210?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115583194808296210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115583194808296210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115583194808296210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115583194808296210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-silent-reader.html' title='my silent reader.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115582574688637469</id><published>2006-08-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the world's population amounts to millions to billions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it has to be you being you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and me meeting you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;actions to do, things to say, words to use are just too cheap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so lets waste time chasing cars around our heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget what we're told,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before we're too old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115582574688637469?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115582574688637469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115582574688637469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115582574688637469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115582574688637469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/worlds-population-amounts-to-millions.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115571947582450613</id><published>2006-08-16T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it made me blushed.</title><content type='html'>watched HighSchool Musical.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy. it sure made me envious. those eurasians in HighSchool and all. Everythings so different, unlike &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;shrugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definetely worth 90mins of your time in doing any other important-or-not stuffs. (:&lt;br /&gt;Go catch it man. Rent the Dvd or what. ITS OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(crews of HighSchool Musical)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/high-school-musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/high-school-musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay a confession to make. One main reason for saying this show's fabulous is Zac Efron. Hes damn bloody CUTE LAAAA.. he got me oogling, &lt;s&gt;drooling&lt;/s&gt; and smiling silly with eyes glued to the tv. lol. (he kinda reminds me of AdamBrody) hur. But but. then again the whole cast crews are gorgeous-looking too aites. theres even this blond girl who kinda resembles AshleeSimpson ey! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole entire show was sure enjoying, with the nice songs they sang. THEY DO SING NICE. and with all the cheorageophy. BOW WOW.&lt;br /&gt;theyre indeed young and talented. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( it sure made me hope i was part of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/high-school-musical-video36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/high-school-musical-video36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Main Leads; Zac Efron &amp; Vanessa Anne Hudgens)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/high-school-musical-video35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/high-school-musical-video35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy. isnt he sucha cutie?&lt;br /&gt;gosh. just look. just goodness la. *eyes glued*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can you believe&lt;/span&gt; that they are just merely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18 or 19 years old&lt;/span&gt;?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;same age as us?! yet so unlike us, here, in this&lt;em&gt; 'closed'-minded&lt;/em&gt; society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana fly there la. Go migrate and live there, live the lives of theirs. High School, Fun, Love, Everything; just Per-fect. *mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We’re soarin’, flyin', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we’re tryin’, so we’re breakin’ free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the world can see us, in a way that’s different than who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creating space between us, till we’re separate hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Breaking Free; HighSch Musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115571947582450613?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115571947582450613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115571947582450613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115571947582450613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115571947582450613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-made-me-blushed.html' title='it made me blushed.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115565937177710662</id><published>2006-08-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:53.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise. surprise! (again)</title><content type='html'>so, once again. im involved in another case of surprise. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, that bdae boy was like so incooperative la can. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;LOLL. damn sillly and TOOT la you this&lt;em&gt; little&lt;/em&gt; boy of hers. tsk. hmm guess that explains the togetherness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/P1010169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/P1010169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BLUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Victor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115565937177710662?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115565937177710662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115565937177710662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115565937177710662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115565937177710662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/surprise-surprise-again.html' title='surprise. surprise! (again)'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115548670163241917</id><published>2006-08-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:53.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being pampered sure feels good. (:</title><content type='html'>alrighty...&lt;br /&gt;alast. Most of my assignments seemed to be completed. YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;and and today probably i got loads to thank to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Mummy for taking the trouble to go down to the mobileshop and asked for the price of N73 and all..&lt;br /&gt;Huge huge thanks to Papa for 'sponsaring' the remaining amt left for me (100bucks outta my pocket for it okay!).&lt;br /&gt;and YAY! infront of me stands the midway-charging N73! *cant wait to use it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;thanks to russ for helping out in my law proj.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly Big Big thanks to clair for coming out real last minute and watch with me "See No Evil". 'm so glad that no matter what, i know that at the very last minute, i can count on you on Anything and Everything. ((: duncha worry. Its likewise for me too. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. after all, the movie wasnt that bad. It got us real tense up LA. hahaa.. imagine the entire row and its just us sitting in the middle. COOL la. hahaha. and damn. Kane from WWE sure is BIG. oh i meant HUGEE figure. tsk tsk. he could just lift a man up and swing it by his arm! There were some gross scenes too la; the Digging out of Eyeballs. EWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;lucky the one sitting beside me was clair.. guess it cant feel any more better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez this past 2weeks its like movie marathon. Gosh. im tired of..&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "girl, what movie you wana watch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the Lakehouse, Click, 2fast2furious, See No Evil, POTC in like just 2weeks? I think theres more coming up.. oh yeah. seems like more nice suspense/horror movies coming up eh. Theres this "American Haunting" looks pretty daunting.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. this afternn i watched "The Perfect Man" too starring Hilary Duff. Not a bad show i guess. Hilary acts in real nice shows. lol... meaningful ones at least. I truely agree with the statement that theres actually a "Perfect Man" existing for each and every individual.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. Theres this line i like from there.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;The 'Perfect Man' could be everywhere and anywhere however it beats to nothing in the whole world to be having you beside him. &lt;/em&gt;" something liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so am gona watch "Crazy Beautiful" when im free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it all comes down to.&lt;br /&gt;present week of revision.&lt;br /&gt;1 week to study week.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to final sem papers.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly 3weeks to HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant wait. gona fun fun fun all the way!&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. and...... by then, miss yours truely wld be offically 18! yes. 8-t-e-e-n, 18!&lt;br /&gt;then i shall call all my ladies and misters down to the dancefloor!&lt;br /&gt;this time no more discretly, but &lt;u&gt;openly&lt;/u&gt; show the bouncer my IC. Asss. i'll never forget that bloody incident. sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am waiting for papa to come back for Hk. hopefully he buys real nice stuffs for me. hehs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. as i said, exam period is drawing near so shant blog a post longer than this for the timebeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s ANTM starts tommorow! Ch5  10pm. o alast some entertainment to kill off my monday night. nights all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s Anyone please remind me to study more often. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115548670163241917?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115548670163241917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115548670163241917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115548670163241917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115548670163241917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-pampered-sure-feels-good.html' title='being pampered sure feels good. (:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115522058210827167</id><published>2006-08-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:53.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to-do list</title><content type='html'>BOOO BLAH BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family,tort,criminal,basic civil and criminal pro,contract law.....&lt;br /&gt;gota get all into my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes to do the 2nd law acticle due next mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now. waiting for that man to come online to compile the htech proj.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. so many things to bother. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair seems to be getting longer and longer....&lt;br /&gt;wooo. i like! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay stop it. back to studying my L A W.&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ohyes. you know.. we can get married legally at the age of 18?! loll. bow wow. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;so i can get married like. NOW. loll...&lt;br /&gt;okay im getting back to studying now. yes this time f'real. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. Starbucks anyone? long hours of studying there? Everything gona start over again.&lt;br /&gt;ohman. seriously i ought to stop blogging and hit my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/pan68982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/pan68982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget the past, dun bother the future but live for just that moment; that particular pause where your heart had skipped a beat for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/IMG_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY RAYMOND KIANG! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i hope/wish raymond grows more &lt;em&gt;vertically&lt;/em&gt; least, be more &lt;em&gt;vertical&lt;/em&gt; than me! MUAHA. cos i bet thats his long-last wish too! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115522058210827167?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115522058210827167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115522058210827167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115522058210827167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115522058210827167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-do-list.html' title='to-do list'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115505571015411663</id><published>2006-08-09T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:52.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>and once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like,&lt;br /&gt;A free ride but its being paid already.&lt;br /&gt;A cigarette break with a No-smoking sign ahead.&lt;br /&gt;So afraid of losing somethings when it was never once my possesion.&lt;br /&gt;A million questions stuck in the head which only requires an answer to all.&lt;br /&gt;When you cant differeniate was it sweat or tears rolling down your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to stop yet your legs are still operating the jogging movements.&lt;br /&gt;Having a thousand spoons appearing when you just need a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a C grade instead of an A when you actually worked so hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mixed emotions in each of the sentences.&lt;br /&gt;can you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, perhaps blogging now seems to be a place for matters thats stuck in the head and never being showed out.&lt;br /&gt;if only God could make out a perfect timing for a perfect couple at a perfect venue. It would just be&lt;em&gt; almost&lt;/em&gt; perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sure is IRONIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115505571015411663?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115505571015411663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115505571015411663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115505571015411663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115505571015411663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115487320004552667</id><published>2006-08-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple sentence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will you still love me in the morning ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;....yet it tells you so much inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115487320004552667?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115487320004552667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115487320004552667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115487320004552667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115487320004552667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/simple-sentence.html' title='a simple sentence...'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115479789947181482</id><published>2006-08-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>i am really too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;or rather give me something happy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts like shiat.&lt;br /&gt;losing appetite cos of the blardy throat.&lt;br /&gt;Htech proj, Law assignment, Fpath quiz, Csas termtest all due next wk.&lt;br /&gt;i have been procastinating since 234234y723442 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;my mum rented "Princess Hours" and now she got me hooked to it.&lt;br /&gt;coco pops with choc milk has been my breakfast and dinner meal recently.&lt;br /&gt;i think peanutbutter with choc on bread tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;words do hurt&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to be 18, celebrate all the sept babies' bdae.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to achieve my aim before 26th sept&lt;br /&gt;i hate liars&lt;br /&gt;i hate people on msn to reply with a 'wad' behind a sentence cos i think its damnn rude&lt;br /&gt;i dun like juan cos i duno why she has that "tell-me-everything" look on her face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but i love her cause shes JUAN. (:&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;j 'berry nice' is VERYNICE. once again thank him for treating.&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad to people who treat me real nice yet i know i cant offer otherthing else but a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;im hooked to chicken sausage.&lt;br /&gt;my rashes are acting up recently&lt;br /&gt;im feeling rather down and stressed now&lt;br /&gt;i want a pat on my shoulder for asssurance&lt;br /&gt;im tired&lt;br /&gt;goodnights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115479789947181482?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115479789947181482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115479789947181482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115479789947181482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115479789947181482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115453688532542001</id><published>2006-08-03T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:52.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights, you'll know later.</title><content type='html'>totally not in a mood to blog. tiredness is the reason.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT.&lt;br /&gt;today is just so 'xie men' that i'd to put inside here for memorysake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;its like. just within 48hours. I'd conversations with 3people, all of the same gender, all with the initals of 'R', and all the 3people talked bout the same topic to me.&lt;br /&gt;its like you know, too true to believe that theres actually such conicidence happening!?&lt;br /&gt;and and. haha. its the "Qi Yue" now. 7th month. u reverse it, it becomes the letter 'r'. HAHAHA. okay im being stupid here. -.- heck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;(i'd update soon soon i promise. theres a no of events happened. but plently of tests/assighnments too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/season%20of%20romance.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/season%20of%20romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walking up with heavy steps to the top, I met this cute little boy on the way.&lt;br /&gt;He accompanied me with this walk, making it lovely and enjoyable, however, just oneday he suddenly left without leaving a note behind.&lt;br /&gt;And so its again me walking this pathway to the top, thinking bout that walk.&lt;br /&gt;A walk that reminds me of the little boy. His way of thinking things. It rather amusing if you ever know of the conversations we had. I had sorrows then laughters. Then later it recalled to me, "Hes afterall, still a little boy."&lt;br /&gt;The heart tickles with the thought of that little boy and that walk; a walk to remember &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres 2 ways of walking the road. One is to turn back and the other is to continue walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115453688532542001?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115453688532542001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115453688532542001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115453688532542001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115453688532542001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/08/highlights-youll-know-later.html' title='highlights, you&apos;ll know later.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115409950491632887</id><published>2006-07-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th July 2006 (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOLL. on this very day, i celebrated two special people birthday.&lt;br /&gt;One took care of me since i was 2yrs old, another became my bestfriend since i was 12.&lt;br /&gt;16years of upbringing and 12years of friendship, still counting. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never forget the days where you used to come to my house every single day after school. Slack, Chat/Gossip, Sleep, Dined then off to the usual busstop where i'll wait for u to board the bus and head home. And during weekends, its either mine or your place to hang bout or its shopping just the 2ofus. Nearly 6 outta 7days we meet, so equivalent to 90% of laughter and smiles throughout a week. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the days where we'll cycle to paris ris park for star gazing. And theres ever once you said u made a wish upon a shooting star. Thou til now, that wish is untold, but deep inside, i knew that wish was something bout us. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all the hearty real LOUD laughters made by us, or rather you, that ended us laughing in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I'll always remember that special telepathy we had just by looking at eachother's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'll always remember that toot cheeky face of yours whenever something silly/stupid/lame is going on.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want you to always remember that I, natalie teo shall always treat you as one&amp;the only bestfriend i ever have. And you better too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(60 pictures, and i only able to collage 16 out of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our succesful surprise celebration&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/clairs.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/clairs.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/clairs.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now, my auntie's celebration. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 39th Birthday Auntie Virna!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for taking care of my family all these years.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence sure have an impact now. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115409950491632887?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115409950491632887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115409950491632887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115409950491632887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115409950491632887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/28th-july-2006.html' title='28th July 2006 (:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115393387668955787</id><published>2006-07-27T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the birthday girl's on the right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/sarah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115393387668955787?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115393387668955787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115393387668955787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115393387668955787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115393387668955787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-girls-on-right.html' title='the birthday girl&apos;s on the right.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115392771933183914</id><published>2006-07-26T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devils &amp; Angels</title><content type='html'>This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I'm ever gonna come here tonight&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I will fall&lt;br /&gt;Into a place that fails us all inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the pain in you&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the love in you&lt;br /&gt;And fighting all the demons will take time&lt;br /&gt;Will take time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels they burn inside for us&lt;br /&gt;And are we ever&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever gonna learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;The devils they burn inside of us&lt;br /&gt;And are we ever gonna come back down, come around&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna worry about the things that could break us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I'm ever gonna give in tonight&lt;br /&gt;Are there angels or devils crawling here?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know what blurs and what is clear to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were to give in&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it up and then&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath, make it deep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it might be the last one you get&lt;br /&gt;Be the last one that could make us cold&lt;br /&gt;Could make us cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Dishwalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do enjoy. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115392771933183914?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115392771933183914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115392771933183914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115392771933183914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115392771933183914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/devils-angels.html' title='Devils &amp; Angels'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115372557517138994</id><published>2006-07-24T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:50.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It felt like i cried in my dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115372557517138994?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115372557517138994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115372557517138994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115372557517138994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115372557517138994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-felt-like-i-cried-in-my-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115365643611536782</id><published>2006-07-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUCE</title><content type='html'>this coming week sure going hetic. rahhh. 4tests in like 3days. just shucks. plus 3bdae celebrations on sat. HAHAHA. and thats sure one good way to reward &amp;enjoy myself on a weekend. hehs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i wont be blogging much tis' wk. Cause' i haven touched a single notes on any of the subj thats tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i sure had enjoy myself on that lovely sat night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childish as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;but its the laughter and company that makes it worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;and somehow the word, childish appears so &lt;strong&gt;small&lt;/strong&gt; compared to its verb. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2cass; HAHAHA. so now u understand how i felt when i read ur last sentence of that paragraph! LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;2russ; why CANNOT AH. lol&lt;br /&gt;2shimo; yea man. soon soon. but after this wk okay. hehs. (:&lt;br /&gt;2juan; eh tweet tweet. *giggles* when pirate-ing? mon/tues????&lt;br /&gt;2manda; hey just forget it k. just prepare for urself a sumptumous meal on 29th! :D&lt;br /&gt;2anon,jenny,sijia; wadever la k. just mind our own business. dun bother to visit my blog. i dun wana be the reason for ur eye sores since u'all think its&lt;em&gt; dirti-fied&lt;/em&gt;. oh yeah btw sijia.. BYE! (=&lt;br /&gt;2haha; HAHAHA. ure mean lo. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/200381373-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/200381373-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/200381373-001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wana be that girl in the picture; so carefree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115365643611536782?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115365643611536782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115365643611536782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115365643611536782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115365643611536782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/truce.html' title='TRUCE'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115348214299615846</id><published>2006-07-21T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a stupid worthless reply; waste of my time.</title><content type='html'>wow. i truely agree with clair that its how shameful and boastful for one to claim that he/she is nice eh.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, something really puzzles me. Being nice means u gota like smile to every fuckin stranger issit. Then i must say its so unlucky for you and me then. I din know that i had to return a fuckin smile to any strangers that smiled at me. and for you, its just pure unluckiness that im not that kinda 'friendly' person. or maybe the treatment is only applies to people that are so sore loser that cant accept the fact that she/he lost the guy/girl to another one and after a merry-go-round, trying hard to let go of the past and try going about being nice to everyone. Besides im a loyal friend. dun try to gain my sympathy. i dun go round trying to befriend someother ppl who (initially) isnt kind to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw. if u say why am i kicking such a fuss bout it.&lt;br /&gt;please dun go round saying what kind of person am i in the first place when u dun even know me. ["if u claimed shes so 'drama', speak for yourself. (:"-clair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh wow. i got intimidated by you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuckyou.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i must be that bored to do all this shiat la when i've other better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115348214299615846?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115348214299615846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115348214299615846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115348214299615846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115348214299615846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-worthless-reply-waste-of-my.html' title='a stupid worthless reply; waste of my time.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115340592250094567</id><published>2006-07-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad but true.</title><content type='html'>What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street&lt;br /&gt;Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage with a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Building a bed out of a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;You'd never take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/sad.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so sudden, so silently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet so shockingly that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she chose to be it that way;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drowning herself in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrow for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115340592250094567?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115340592250094567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115340592250094567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115340592250094567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115340592250094567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-but-true.html' title='sad but true.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115332994071739322</id><published>2006-07-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:48.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://itsnataliee.wordpress.com/2006/07/19/can-u-register-that/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the power of feigned ignorance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you could just be alittle more wiser to register that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not wanting sure isnt gona feel good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wise up my dear one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115332994071739322?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115332994071739322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115332994071739322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115332994071739322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115332994071739322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/speechless.html' title='speechless.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115306808153700450</id><published>2006-07-17T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shes got them. (:</title><content type='html'>haha. taking a short break from the notes. tmr first thing in the morning is taking Quiz tmr 8am. What a good start of the week eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos..&lt;br /&gt;I just love you la hons! ((: (you shld know who youre). hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;You never fails to make me laugh infront of the comp when im chatting with you and always make allow myself to be &lt;em&gt;myself. &lt;/em&gt;I love you la. mauckss.&lt;br /&gt;oh! tell you a secret. my sleeps are sweeter having you beside me. hehehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. hahaha. im so relieved that i hadnt lost my soulmate. all thanks to the thought of him when i was bored &amp; also the nowadays rarely received forward sms-es. HAHAHA. now i know theres another person to turn to when im feeling off-side/sucki-fied. thanks my dear vinnie. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Cherries make me high. loll. infact, grapes too. HAHAHA. now, my fridge is loaded with cherries and grapes. hehs. and i got 2 real cute boxers for bedtimes and i've jsut upstock my earings collections. now, theres sufficient earings to fill the 8earholes of mine. LOLLL. okay thats stupid i think. and also a lovely woodcrafted necklace to my collection. all thanks to mummy! (: oh yah! and. this 'dreamcatcher' now hanging on top of my bed. (shall elaborate it another time.) Sundays are days where u neednt hafta to take out a single cent and perhaps if ure lucky, u might get money in your pockets! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when darkness turns to light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;when frowns turn to smiles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its starting tonight. &lt;br /&gt;when all becoming normal,&lt;br /&gt;it all begins tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115306808153700450?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115306808153700450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115306808153700450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115306808153700450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115306808153700450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/shes-got-them.html' title='shes got them. (:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115297186302483518</id><published>2006-07-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:48.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 'notorious' gang of AB23</title><content type='html'>MuaHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i bet fithri (or maybe all those being mentioned) gona kill me after seeing this. but heck, since its only friday i'll get to see him. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;o wells. guess hes enjoying himself at Mos now also la. ASSSSS. oneday im sure gona pull him there with me, and thats when im of legal age. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i go school for;&lt;br /&gt;presenting;&lt;br /&gt;Cassendrea, Chong, Fithri, Natalie, Sharifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMILES. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Prints taken lastmon, was towning day as well as a bad day for me la. booo. but got over bout it ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The girls;&lt;br /&gt;Always the usual that is. Bitching, Slacking, Listening to troubles bout their boys(tsk. forver la they. =x) and having Fun fun fun and only fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cass the studious,'dangerous' violent one.&lt;br /&gt;Fa the crappy,chatty,forever smiling one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/scan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/Lurvee%20it%20bAbey!(409).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/Lurvee%20it%20bAbey%21%28409%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chong, its only...&lt;br /&gt;PLAY&amp;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. but now, additional&lt;br /&gt;one more. which is&lt;br /&gt;LOREN.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;play sleep loren sleep loren play. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/Just%20Lurvee%20IT!(324).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/Just%20Lurvee%20IT%21%28324%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly as for my dear Fithri.... Whenever theres a mirror/cameraphone or any object which he able to use it to see his image, his eyes will forever glued to it LA. serious.&lt;br /&gt;Evidence below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-63.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="600" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-63.slide.com.com&amp;channel=72057594038046051&amp;amp;cy=bl"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but. hahahahah. least now, hes tamed. Tamed by US! lolll. no la no la. i meant SHE; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dearest hanah. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/reflection.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the pict of them is seriously seriously veryy CUTE! lolll. serious. so cute la. HAHAHHA. and who brought them together? thank who?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah ah. this reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;OEI FITHRI.&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the thankyou meal/treat for me that u said like how many MONTHS agooooo UH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ASSSSS. I WANT IT OKAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;i'll hunt you down for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i strongly hearts all those above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115297186302483518?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115297186302483518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115297186302483518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115297186302483518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115297186302483518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/notorious-gang-of-ab23.html' title='the &apos;notorious&apos; gang of AB23'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115294789813404424</id><published>2006-07-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:47.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen to d'lyrics</title><content type='html'>chanced upon this song in some duno-whoose blog. thought it has some real nice lyrics. so i. ahem. kindly "took" it too. (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hope tt person wont mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll search the lyrics later on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;for now, i'll rest and watch my movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best things in life are free,&lt;br /&gt;yet the worst comes with a price.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115294789813404424?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115294789813404424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115294789813404424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115294789813404424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115294789813404424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/listen-to-dlyrics.html' title='listen to d&apos;lyrics'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115289814818284258</id><published>2006-07-15T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:47.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S for.</title><content type='html'>i do not need you to add more fuel&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to the burning fire&lt;br /&gt;its already enuff for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115289814818284258?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115289814818284258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115289814818284258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115289814818284258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115289814818284258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/s-for.html' title='S for.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115279681335766271</id><published>2006-07-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personalDNA</title><content type='html'>interesting personal data here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 200px;height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:0px;height:71px;width:70px;background-color:#030303"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Aesthetic" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 70px;top:0px;height:71px;width:65px;background-color:#87f518"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 135px;top:0px;height:71px;width:65px;background-color:#8518f2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:71px;height:47px;width:89px;background-color:#e81780"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:118px;height:41px;width:89px;background-color:#db16db"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:159px;height:41px;width:89px;background-color:#16d9d9"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Earthy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 89px;top:71px;height:55px;width:59px;background-color:#ad5f11"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 148px;top:71px;height:55px;width:52px;background-color:#1414c7"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 89px;top:126px;height:41px;width:69px;background-color:#c7c714"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 89px;top:167px;height:33px;width:69px;background-color:#12b812"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 157px;top:126px;height:72px;width:28px;background-color:#b31212"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 185px;top:126px;height:72px;width:15px;background-color:#0f9954"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 157px;top:198px;height:2px;width:43px;background-color:#0d4882"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; text-align:center; width:200px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Encouraging Architect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wana know moreeee bout me? &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=UKkpcWAcjxtpwSf-NP-CAAEA-47b0&amp;amp;u=52786840961d"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shrugs. my air-con break down on me. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115279681335766271?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115279681335766271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115279681335766271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115279681335766271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115279681335766271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/personaldna.html' title='personalDNA'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115279591422000811</id><published>2006-07-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies to tags</title><content type='html'>too many tags so i shall reply here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2clair: YEA LA. asss. anw tmr fri as usual? hehs.&lt;br /&gt;2loren: hahaha. nehh. i scareee la. =X&lt;br /&gt;2cass: HAHAHA. its madness phone can.&lt;br /&gt;2fa: HAHA. yahh la! i alsooo. lol casss forever so calm la&lt;br /&gt;2juan: SHEEESHHH. can u stop publicizing i look like *P?!! LOLL. RAH! #%#%@&amp;!# &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when things are going off-track,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when bad luck kept shining on me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its time to stop moving and hid under the shelter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115279591422000811?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115279591422000811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115279591422000811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115279591422000811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115279591422000811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/replies-to-tags.html' title='replies to tags'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115253963979164251</id><published>2006-07-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a F.</title><content type='html'>Seriously la, even elderly with the slightest symptons of senile shld be put to an asylum or be taken care by a nurse 24/7. They shldnt be let free and go about making people feel intimidated by their stares and the words that come out from their mouth. &lt;em&gt;fark.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today i was on the bus with cass and fa. We encountered this some old senile man. Stupid fuck man. There he was anyohow talking to himself with his so-called-phone (using his hand). Scolding all the vulgarities.. blah blah blah. Then later he scolded someone who alighted. then later.... he sat somewhere near us. AND YOU KNOW WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;He started pointing and me and SCOLDING ME VULGARITES IN HOKKIEN. like wtf?! and his words are fucking mean la! Not only that, then later. Before alighting, he turned left then turned back then right then turned back then used his finger to point and said (in chinese), " one, two, three, four, five. Five Hu Li Jing (jinx).  LIKE WTF?! called us jinx for fuck.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i got offended and intimidated by that senile man. fark lo. seriously they shld be kept in some place or what. suckky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's just not my day. Not only got offended, got my head banged onto the glass panel and my foot got hit against the stone pillar. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some cute nice prints to show but my mood now... isnt the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid la. just becos they're senile, they can anyohow scold me. Then next time i shall act senile and scold those fuckedup people too la right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115253963979164251?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115253963979164251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115253963979164251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115253963979164251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115253963979164251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-f.html' title='what a F.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115245497723461388</id><published>2006-07-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strong</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of WorldCup 2006.&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;France &lt;/span&gt;goes off with the Champ Trophey !! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsnataliee.wordpress.com/"&gt;note&lt;/a&gt; to self: smile as if theres no tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115245497723461388?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115245497723461388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115245497723461388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115245497723461388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115245497723461388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/strong.html' title='strong'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115245062721354156</id><published>2006-07-09T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:45.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kindsofpeople on a sat night</title><content type='html'>Today's weather sure is cold....... and nice to sleep on my comfy bed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Now i think every Saturday of mine has a a regular routine ready; HAHAHA. that is trainings in the morning then later lunch then later playing/singing/slacking at R's place &amp; always ends off with a night at his place. a madness night i mean. With all kinds of people; SICK-minded one with a thought to abuse. lol. then theres the EMO one who never get sick of singing. then those ke lian ones whoose always get hit by the sick one and gota listen to the emo one singing NON-STOP. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;but if it werent for those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people, saturdays wont be packed with so much fun. HAHA. Saturdays are fun days LA cause' you'll never be alone and there always laughters every minute or so. ((: its funny yet weird laaa&lt;br /&gt;okay. i duno actually if you get what i mean. Bet u'all giving tis -.- look now right! lol.&lt;br /&gt;o wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a saturday night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted, eyes closing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/crisscrossboy_lowres.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/crisscrossboy_lowres.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115245062721354156?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115245062721354156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115245062721354156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115245062721354156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115245062721354156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/kindsofpeople-on-sat-night.html' title='kindsofpeople on a sat night'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115220352078865621</id><published>2006-07-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/de50NpZozdw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/de50NpZozdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody wants to be loved, every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;we all need someone to hold on to, just like a helpless child&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;can you whisper in my ear, let me know it's alright&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time coming &lt;br /&gt;down this road&lt;br /&gt;and now i know, what i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;and like a lonley highway, i'm trying to get home&lt;br /&gt;ooo loves been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;you can look for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;you can love for a day&lt;br /&gt;you can think you got everything but everything is nothing when you throw it away&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;then you look in my eyes and i have it all&lt;br /&gt;once again, it's been a long time coming &lt;br /&gt;down this road&lt;br /&gt;and now i know, what i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;just like a lonley highway,i'm trying to get home&lt;br /&gt;ooo loves been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;didn't know i was lost &lt;br /&gt;til you found me&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115220352078865621?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115220352078865621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115220352078865621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115220352078865621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115220352078865621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115219849804691089</id><published>2006-07-06T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsnataliee.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I dun feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to dread school. Fridays are love-hate feeling. I dun like Friday ): Especially those fridays where I get to see POH for THREE bloody times. But I like Fridays cause' its the beginning of weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me laugh will you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115219849804691089?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115219849804691089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115219849804691089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115219849804691089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115219849804691089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-tired.html' title='im tired.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115202145158131427</id><published>2006-07-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:44.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my luck; checked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" My dear child, when all 5 senses shut down on you,the last thing you can rely on is your heart. Cause' nothing else matters more right? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart's delight,&lt;br /&gt;when One's lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To choose to leave someone you liked, cause' it'd lead him to a series of unluckiness if you stayed beside him. I think thats really really sweet. It shows her &lt;em&gt;désintéressé amour&lt;/em&gt; for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs. im happy. Cause' it seems that luck is changing for everyone. As i said, everyone's happy nowadays. (: Yay. training's tmr! yeppie. sure looking forward to it, and then supper. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ah my head's spinning now. i think i better hit the bed much much earlier this time.&lt;br /&gt;nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;thats how i learnt to make decisions my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115202145158131427?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115202145158131427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115202145158131427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115202145158131427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115202145158131427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-my-luck-checked.html' title='just my luck; checked!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115193590960507416</id><published>2006-07-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:43.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voices within.</title><content type='html'>After listening to many voices, it all comes to a conclusion that is.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are like this, girls are like that;&lt;br /&gt;They can never act/say/mean/feels the same when it comes to feelings eh.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my views &amp; advices.. But til the end, if it happens to me, I also wldnt know what to do despite the advices i gave. Ironic isnt it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth may seem, but cannot be;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty brag, but 'tis not she:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth and Beauty buried be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make decisions by my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115193590960507416?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115193590960507416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115193590960507416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115193590960507416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115193590960507416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/voices-within.html' title='voices within.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115185934782777655</id><published>2006-07-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:42.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so why cant you.</title><content type='html'>Time really really passes SO QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;as quick as lightning. FLASHED.&lt;br /&gt;And its like monday's tmr. boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful weekend. All the &lt;strong&gt;laughters&lt;/strong&gt;, teasings of some &lt;s&gt;Bim&lt;/s&gt;Bo(s), Him(s)&lt;s&gt;-bo&lt;/s&gt;, Fantasizer, &lt;strong&gt;Double D&lt;/strong&gt;(s), &lt;strong&gt;mad &lt;/strong&gt;dancing, late soccer matches, &amp;all the stupid shiat&lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; stuffs really compensated for all the unhappiness that i had during this dreadful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to those who contributed. u'll never know how glad im to have you guys in my life. (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;it just cant be measured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo so i reached home after lunchin at Sakura. Took a real short nap and off i went to some colleuge's bdae of my dad's. a BBQ bdae partay. hehs. Bbq-ed prawns sure taste good man; Finger-Licking GOOD. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then i had an urge for. Egg-Milk Tau Huey at &lt;strong&gt;Chomp Chomp&lt;/strong&gt;. Sooo i coax my dad into driving there even thou its is soo out-of-the-way. from Commonwealth to like seragoongarderns. HAHA. &amp; based on the fact that hes my DAD (plus his mood was good), he say OK. -grinns.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, bought back home Fried Kway Teow, Hokkien Mee and 2Bowls of Egg-Milk flavored Tau Huey !!! Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Did i mention, I realised at ChompChomp there has quite a number of good-looking guys eh. and girls too. HAHA. losta cute &amp; quite hot, sunshine-kind eyecandies. btw, MANY agreed to that statement i made earlier on k. ha!&lt;br /&gt;One even commented I was observant! loll. Of course RIGHT. ahem this is natalie leh. How can I miss sucha THING!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.. i pray all these will end just as fast as it suddenly occured. Please dun think toomuch and please dun keeep everything from us okay. You know we'll be there for you my dear little one. I just want to see you smiling as before; the &lt;em&gt;happily chatty wacky you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe moving pictures will be easier to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the help of moving pictures, it will be easier to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes down to me and me, or you and you alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The people we love can never crawl inside of us, even if they wanted to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy's up to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's happy nowadays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;with this silly smile on my face now, I'd bring it to my dreams tonight. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/its%20copyrighted;(126).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/its%20copyrighted%3B%28126%29.0.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/its%20copyrighted;(126).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/its%20copyrighted;(126).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115185934782777655?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115185934782777655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115185934782777655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115185934782777655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115185934782777655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-why-cant-you.html' title='so why cant you.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115167317272341405</id><published>2006-06-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:42.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La La La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp Chomp's Egg Tau Huay is thumbs thumbs up! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina, i want u'll to win tonight !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay. so glad tonight i have friends for accompany. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to leave my house NOW. incase of suspicion. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGENTINA GOOOOOO. ((:&lt;br /&gt;messi messi messi !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115167317272341405?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115167317272341405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115167317272341405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115167317272341405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115167317272341405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115163892763163429</id><published>2006-06-30T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakeup call needed</title><content type='html'>its just not the same when you wake up in the morning with a smile on your face, when you know last night you lied yourself to sleep. To make it feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. would anyone just slap me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;guess what. i came to school on the dot at 11am for mgen lect BUT. after 15mins, out we went and here into the school's lab. cass doing her stuffs while i here, writing. &lt;s&gt;craps out.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im losing discipline here. slap me la slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel fugly. with my stupid idiotic bimbotic fringe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115163892763163429?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115163892763163429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115163892763163429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115163892763163429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115163892763163429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/wakeup-call-needed.html' title='wakeup call needed'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115158866538006711</id><published>2006-06-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a small request</title><content type='html'>I think im becoming redundant to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the times when u'll know where youre being placed in one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I even get this across to you in a nice manner? How do I get you to undestand? How do I even get you to hear me? &lt;em&gt;But i know i just cant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dearest friends all I need is just a place in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not, at least, let me know im wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115158866538006711?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115158866538006711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115158866538006711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115158866538006711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115158866538006711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/small-request.html' title='a small request'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115142002048036678</id><published>2006-06-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:41.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>haha. now all my friends online are asking bout whether tmr there is mgen tutorial and whether theres mgen pract test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. so i asked afew and also got 2answers. Have and Dun have. like DUH. whats the point of saying then right. untill.. i asked this friend of mine whoose answer......&lt;br /&gt;made me Roll On Floor Laughing Out Loud. (the BEST answer of d'year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my friend said those tutorial tcher is huang yan tmr dun have eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wats huang yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;waulau WHATS?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its a SHE can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eh ur mgen tut teacher is who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"clark kent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so its...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i tihnk so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;again, theres my beautiful lighthouse keeper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and u stil duno whoose ur mgen tut teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i dunno his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/*/*/* ) e Z m O n ) *\*\*\ R a V e N /*/*/* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;only noe its mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROFLOL.&lt;/span&gt; its been one sem ready LA! HAHAHA. and he's like still new to the course?LMAO. funny la.&lt;br /&gt;but heard was because hes concentrating more on his driving. and....just last wed, he passed! Congrats. (: and hes gona start driving to school tis friday &amp;amp;buying his car on thur night! richarse kid la. TSK. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i cant wait for my turn to be 18! to drive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115142002048036678?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115142002048036678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115142002048036678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115142002048036678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115142002048036678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/lmao.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115141559415250712</id><published>2006-06-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the story of a beautiful lighthouse keeper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once there lived a beautiful lighthouse keeper. Her man's a sailor thus he's always away at sea. The sailor fear that she might leave him for someone else. So she said to him, " &lt;em&gt;As long as that light up there is lit, my heart will always be yours.&lt;/em&gt;" So from then on, whenever he was away at sea, he could just look back and he'd see that light &amp; he still knew his true love still cared. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----extracted from a film, &lt;strong&gt;Yours,Mine,Ours&lt;/strong&gt;; truely heart-warming and a delight to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i caught that movie after tanning. Never fails to tear and smile at the end of it. hehs. Yah talking bout tanning, gosh. hahaha i woke up at 1pm laa !! &amp;realising that the sun was good, clear of clouds plus a mild windy weather....hehs.&lt;br /&gt;So, 30minutes of preparing...poof! &amp;amp;there i was tanning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this, nice right! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/collage4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/collage3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;natalie just enjoys sun-bathing. (that is if the sun isnt tt blasting HOT la. loll &lt;s&gt;aiyah she just likes anything that is HOT. period.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;one more thing, collating 100surveys is never fun and easy. dun ever try to offer/volunteer to do such thing. trust me, Im experiencing &lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just sorting the surveys out as 'Yes' &amp;amp; 'No' .. can really kill you. Serious. 100-s of Yes(s) and No(s).... could simply just make you go bonkerss!!! LOLL. and that is like for just a question alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhh..... sheesh.  and anyone knows which prog allows to use piecharts? &amp;amp;also, anyone knows how to do it? &lt;em&gt;helppp..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115141559415250712?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115141559415250712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115141559415250712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115141559415250712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115141559415250712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/everythings-alone.html' title='everything&apos;s alone.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115133421220152566</id><published>2006-06-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just once randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its rather amazing for a doctor to differeniate the reason for uneasiness in the stomach by just palpitation. coool eh. &lt;em&gt;thats why i say medical science is cool-ness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGHS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I so thought my stomach felt bloated &amp; uncomfortable was due to&lt;em&gt; coming of the month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but i was so wrong. He said i got some stomach virus. damn. It happened like quite a number of times ready. Gosh thinking that til NOW then i sought a doctor. tsk tsk tsk. i hope nothing serious pops out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel so random today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First was browsing through Msn. &lt;s&gt;finally&lt;/s&gt; looking at the features they had, then i wenta d/l this new lastest version; Windows Live Messenger. haha shall give it a try. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next was this song "Kiss from a Rose" - Seal which i heard it over the radio this morning and i wana get that song LA. then tried dl-ing at limewire. ALL were like spoilt, dl completed yet no music. fark. then lucky dear juan has it. hehs. THANKS JUAN. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The song's nice laa. some ol' school kinda song. Its a soundtrack from Batman Movie !! hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And now i think my msn font is CUTE. lol. and my Msn Background is way-cuteeee tooo cause' of the animanted background. LOLL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And today conversation with cass was comical yet rather&lt;em&gt; meaningful&lt;/em&gt;. We both agreed PMS is sucha spolier. Geez. One moment you can be laughing like nobody's business, next monent you can just breakdown in tears crying over minor matters which doesnt really give any damn. Tsk tsk. And its like sometimes you even reminsinced, "Omg. why did i even said or did that. FARK." Its so unfair that only girls suffer from it. and... you know what. i think Pms. 'P' refers to pre,present,post. tsk. its seems to be reoccuring every now&amp;then thou girls just hate to admit that fact. LOLL.=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay fine, by all means you may laugh at me. HAHAHA. i think this post sounded retarted just like the most frequent word that i've seen today in juan's and my convo in msn. RETARDED. loll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on a lighter note, hehs. got back 2papers today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Htech; 29.5/50 (thats expected so, oh wells.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fpath; 30.5/35 (thats.. YAY!!! and our class achieved the Best amg all BMS classes. bleargh. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&amp;another lighter lighter note, theres no school tomorrow! YAY !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so perhaps i shall listen to what loren's advice, once in a while, tanning alone is fun. (: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and... perhaps indugle in some warm-hearting Dvds at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, theres something i feeel like doing, or replace that word as *eating... lets see i can find any eating khaki intime anot. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tomorrow BIG BIG sun.. P..please.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.s. this is just one of those once-in-a-blue silly and random post i got here. &amp;amp;thanks to those who cared, im feeling much better ready thanks to the pills. hehs. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.p.s. a BIG goodnight hug to all. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115133421220152566?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115133421220152566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115133421220152566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115133421220152566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115133421220152566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-once-randomness.html' title='just once randomness.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115124847528215968</id><published>2006-06-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"reflections"</title><content type='html'>just a wink, 2weeks of holidays has come to an end. :((((((&lt;br /&gt;so Soon, that Sudden, how Sad. booooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;sad to say, i've yet watch "Just My Luck" tooo. :( asked like so many people who lived near me or in the eastside, either they has already planned to watch with someone or they've watched ready! sheeshh.&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;u&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.media8ent.com/m8/movies.asp?movieID=18"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Havoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/u&gt; starring Anne Hathaway (acted in PrincessDiary 1&amp;amp;2) gona be another nice movie to catch. perhaps nicer than "just my luck" hehs.&lt;br /&gt;All those teenage drama high-school movies, are interesting, alot to&lt;em&gt; reflect&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/havoc_poster_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/havoc_poster_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/3152.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/3152.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. i bet tomorrow i definetaly will have MondayBlues. 100% confirmed. 8am school starts and getting Fpath paper back tmr just makes me dread school. Not only that, CSAS proj, Fpath research assignment, preparation for Htech interview......&lt;br /&gt;I dun look forward to the new term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH LA SIGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what.. you still gota face tomorrow right. So rather facing it with a frown, why not a smile. Least, it requires lesser muscles and perhaps brightens other people's day too.&lt;br /&gt;(tis is what i always used to comfort myself &lt;s&gt;thou it hardly helps&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So with that in mind, I bid goodbye to the Past and *waves* to a new term, as well as a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only...&lt;br /&gt;o well, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SOMETHINGS JUST CANT BE SAID HERE.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only to be kept in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.&lt;br /&gt;nights all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya !! haha. pray my ladyluck. Hopefully tonights soccerWC, both matches are a DRAW. that will cheer up me alittle. hehehe. &lt;strong&gt;A DRAW!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115124847528215968?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115124847528215968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115124847528215968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115124847528215968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115124847528215968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflections.html' title='&quot;reflections&quot;'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115097789629306385</id><published>2006-06-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:40.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woo la la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justmyluckmovie.com/?detectflash=false"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just My Luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is out !! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/jml1_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/jml1_1024.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana watch I wana watch !!.. ASAP! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt; Ha&lt;/span&gt; Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115097789629306385?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115097789629306385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115097789629306385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115097789629306385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115097789629306385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/anyone.html' title='anyone?'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115087941352746076</id><published>2006-06-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:40.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No promises</title><content type='html'>Glad that i chanced upon my cousin's blog and caught this song.&lt;br /&gt;I think its quite&lt;em&gt; fabulous, &lt;/em&gt;if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yd-Fuc68Wk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....I don't want to run away, I want to stay forever, through time &amp;time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No promises - Shayne Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. i'd better washed up and meet Juan or else later she #%^$%&amp;amp;$#%^#$.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Training laters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face the day with a smile and perhaps, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll have something you wanted, in return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115087941352746076?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115087941352746076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115087941352746076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115087941352746076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115087941352746076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-promises.html' title='No promises'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115079965376197696</id><published>2006-06-20T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an event full of ambiguities</title><content type='html'>Wa-La! im BACK. (:&lt;br /&gt;I must say theres a series of events happened during this firstweek of hols.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing ones; source of happiness they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;now the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;important #1.one that i must must must say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the man whos involved in the 'making' of me&lt;br /&gt;To the man who showered me with love and care&lt;br /&gt;To the man whom regardless of what wrong i did forgived me eventually&lt;br /&gt;To the man whom i always say "Hello" with a smile whenever i see him&lt;br /&gt;To the man who offers to give me more cash if im short of it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lastly To the man whom i'll always call, "Papa" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 47th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i love you papa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other events like #2. the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Badminton 'Chalet'&lt;/span&gt; held last fri. a 3d2n of wackinesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Though was for the freshies, it turned out to be more for US. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I or rather i mean WE enjoyed it sosososo much. ((:&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to mervyn and russell for their nice-offered accomodation.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;also tis time, truckloads of pictures were taken. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be nice and collage them for u'all to see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quick say thankyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LAUGHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Say you love us as much as we love one another as a TEAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quick say it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, #3. Drove to Johor for some shopping spreeee with my family.&lt;br /&gt;HEHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;And guessed what i got !!&lt;br /&gt;Did pedicure, bought a pair of goldie pumps, sunglasses (to compensate for the one tt left behind in batam. grrr), hairclips, handphone cover, and yes. 512mb MemoryCard. hehs. Hmmm then what else...... Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; Brassieres. LOL. i know i know LA.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to color my hair LA. But momma din allow, reasoning that my color is still there. booo.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. So she only allowed me to highlight. I wanted those ashy-green streaks but BOOO again. the hairstylist says my base color doesnt suits that. &lt;em&gt;shrugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in d end, i just listened to what the hairstylist says and followed his type of streaks that suits my base color. sigh! and afterwards did treatment fer it.&lt;br /&gt;Know something, after everything's done then i realised actually its rather expensive. Boy, 80 dollars sing for doing highlights and treat. THAT is ex !! dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage1-1.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches for my mum's moneyy for hair &amp;most of the things i got.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;now, i forsee a series of unfortunate/tragic/hetic events coming.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' till now, i haven touched any of my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;SHEEESSSSHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Fpath, CSAS, Htech. boy o boy, can time just stop here please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;#4.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If its not too much for me to ask, theres only one thing i wish to request from the other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything that the other can give me as a hint; a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nything else but silence.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' silence doesnt tells me anything but only puts me in a state of ambiguisity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is like a merry-go-round ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just twirl &amp; twirl &amp;amp; twirl around until yer head gets giddy and everything goes blur; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mind's blur, vision's blur and yer heart's blinded by tis' blurrness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When to stop, when to gain back vision?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is when the other offers a grip to stop the handle from moving on and makes everything a wonderful sight onceagain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So upon the starry blurred night, on this merry-go-round ride, im waiting; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for that time of d' moment, when that hand which is meant to stop my ride, comes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Nicole Ashley Tiarania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice paragraph by her eh? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. Been quite a longgg post there, shall start my assignments &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; before fatigue hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115079965376197696?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115079965376197696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115079965376197696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115079965376197696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115079965376197696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/event-full-of-ambiguities.html' title='an event full of ambiguities'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115038484758177288</id><published>2006-06-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:39.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 500th post</title><content type='html'>i've just realised this is the &lt;strong&gt;500th&lt;/strong&gt; post. wow, i din realised i've wrote so manyyy.&lt;br /&gt;since its d' 500th post.&lt;br /&gt;shall make it a little &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here willl be mainly photos/images/random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On 13.06.06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/collage5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/320/collage5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Recent Addicition&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ei7O40E9ThY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/birdinhand.htm"&gt;&lt;img height="324" alt="I am a bird in hand!" src="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/myimages/birdinhand.jpg" width="225" vspace="4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! find your own &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random ones;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps, i wldnt mind fair guys. (: Think some look rather hot and cute tho. Just look at Mike Ho. wow. fair-skinned complexion with a gorgeous smile. thats cute. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think 'Ai Mei' by Rainie Yang is sucha sad song. &lt;li&gt;Its getting tiring here day by day. So many matters/things/stuffs/assignments/projects on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My skin on my face is so dry. :((( i feel f.ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sighing becomes a regular daily thing for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I long for Frech Toast from HK Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wana try SimpangBedok Prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think this happens most of the times;&lt;br /&gt;    Actions and words dun tally, the two 'H's contradict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps, all are merely medacious random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last, I find all these are stupid and random and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, until then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115038484758177288?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115038484758177288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115038484758177288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115038484758177288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115038484758177288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/500th-post.html' title='the 500th post'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115021607802063137</id><published>2006-06-14T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:39.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my mind.</title><content type='html'>today was a nice day out with manda and clair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking at parkway, phototaking in the toliet and chats consisting of hearty laughter at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;It was love love.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pictures taken but now theres sth even more important for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures another time alrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhh. Im tired of __________.&lt;br /&gt;Really wana stop, but die die also must be completed by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o wells, sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going so much trouble just to get what i wanted it to be done in the first place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My initial plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I really wonder whether my persistant is correct&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If what i'd done was being appreciated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it did melt a frozen heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I cant believe what i'm doing now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I doing all these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dun see any reason for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laughed to myself thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must be Out of my Mind to be doing what im doing now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm out of my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115021607802063137?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115021607802063137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115021607802063137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115021607802063137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115021607802063137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-my-mind.html' title='Out of my mind.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115013052310150667</id><published>2006-06-13T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a footmassage.</title><content type='html'>yes seriously, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tireddd. writing with a pair of dreamy eyes. lol&lt;br /&gt;so, today was in town with BIRD and Siyi. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;was crazy madness LA. WE took a train to Orchard and walked from FarEast to Cine then to Heeren then bus-ed to PS then mrt-ed to CityHall then walked to Marina Square and finally train-ed back to Tampines and had our dinner at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;After walking one whole blardy day, our legs were ACHING like nobody's business. Wanted to sit down real badly.&lt;br /&gt;We actually thought we could finally rest our legs at the nicer ambience interchange Mac's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; oh gawd, We were totally WRONG bout it.&lt;br /&gt;It was&lt;strong&gt; FULLY&lt;/strong&gt; packed with kids,teens,adults,elderly!&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, all wanted to watch the Live Soccer on that Huge PlasmaTv of Macs. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we had friends down there who happened to leave soon so we occupied their seats and happily savoured our long-awaited dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are seriously soccer maniacs. TSK. And bcos of this soccer season, I bet any Mac's with a HugePlasmaTv, their business sure soar like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im tired of writing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just show the pictures of the day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/DSC00525.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/DSC00525.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left2right: nat,elizaBIRD,Siyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/DSC00529.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/DSC00529.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/DSC00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/DSC00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/DSC00531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/its%20copyrighted;(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/its%20copyrighted%3B%28016%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/1600/its%20copyrighted;(015).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/502/412/200/its%20copyrighted%3B%28015%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just loook Lah. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Soccerrr... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised actually i got loads of assignment waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Theres the FPath, CSAS ... blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;and this whole wk shedule is kinda packed. sheeshhh.&lt;br /&gt;Tues: down to Parkway to get some stuffs and meetin up with ages-long-nv-meet manda.&lt;br /&gt;Wed: CSAS disscusion with teacher in the morning, Mustafa shopping for the children carnival at Tp in the noon and training in the night. (i will prolly die of exhaustion tis very day. lol)&lt;br /&gt;Thurs:&lt;strong&gt; So far&lt;/strong&gt;, nth is on. (:&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Children Carnival at TP from 12-5 &lt;s&gt;but i most prolly excaping halfway&lt;/s&gt;. HAHA. then later evening, BBQ-cum-chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Fri-Sun: "chalet" yay! &lt;em&gt;cant wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;there goes my one week of holiday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nights all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People always told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That bars are dark and lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And talk is often cheap and filled with air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, sometimes it thrills me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nothing could ever chill me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the way you made the time just disappear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell and takecare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115013052310150667?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115013052310150667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115013052310150667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115013052310150667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115013052310150667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-footmassage.html' title='i need a footmassage.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026890.post-115005224996518000</id><published>2006-06-12T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:57:38.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DXO equals to Out-of-bounce.</title><content type='html'>last night was definetely one an unforgettable night, scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;and i was afraid of implicating my friend too. i'll be feeling farkin remorseful if that terrible matter did brought up into some case. &lt;br /&gt;lucky everythings' fine now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking, perhaps its &lt;em&gt;meant to be&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cause' just not long after i reached home,&lt;br /&gt;i realised my 'thang' came . lol&lt;br /&gt;following by that, i had a severe abdominalcramps. &lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if i managed to get into DXO...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be whinning like hell and all those LOUD music/crowd and all...&lt;br /&gt;i'll prolly die out of noise&amp;air pollution and severe contraction of the abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankgod. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGHS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yes. if you've realised,&lt;br /&gt;i had changed my blogskin! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;recieved from many that its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS GUYS! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so least it proved that its worth forking out half of the day of my time to do this. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Queensways with momma for awhile since i was at granma's hse.&lt;br /&gt;I badly need a replenish of studs, accesories and anything that caught my eye. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly, mummy's on a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaughOutLoud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo I went home with 2.5 pairs of earstuds, a unique jade-kind necklace, a Levi's leather belt, a Fbt shorts (haha decided to try the silvery colored one. Juan La! pangseh. haha. Lastmin changed of mind. DUN BE JEALOUS i tell you. HAHA!), oh yah and some half-kind cardigan which my mum &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; me to geddit, saying its nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice family day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMILES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. now its reaching almost 3am.&lt;br /&gt;and im still chatting. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;its just so great la, to think that there wldnt have any alarmclock beside you for the next 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i welcome &lt;em&gt;the holidays&lt;/em&gt; with wide arms open.&lt;br /&gt;i smile at the thought thinking tmr (or rather in a few hrs's time), i'll be meeting BIRD &amp; Siyi for towning. hehs.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOP SHOP SHOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. and there goes my money again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026890-115005224996518000?l=itsnataliee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/feeds/115005224996518000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7026890&amp;postID=115005224996518000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115005224996518000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026890/posts/default/115005224996518000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnataliee.blogspot.com/2006/06/dxo-equals-to-out-of-bounce.html' title='DXO equals to Out-of-bounce.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803133282705263951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
