<?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-16115748</id><updated>2011-06-24T17:38:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATALIE WEE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16115748.post-7032288478842917789</id><published>2007-01-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:24:27.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing Down The Pattern Department.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd rip my heart out if you said you'd be impressed, please be impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-7032288478842917789?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7032288478842917789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=7032288478842917789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7032288478842917789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7032288478842917789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/closing-down-pattern-department.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16115748.post-7096170577717576846</id><published>2007-01-13T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:41:57.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're just a line in a song.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello people, anti-MCFC please. 4N will do well for CNY auditions. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RajhkxZeiBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QtOryJWNGfM/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019509806556153874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RajhkxZeiBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QtOryJWNGfM/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&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/16115748-7096170577717576846?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7096170577717576846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=7096170577717576846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7096170577717576846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7096170577717576846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/but-youre-just-line-in-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RajhkxZeiBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QtOryJWNGfM/s72-c/DSC00495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16115748.post-8450592809677163342</id><published>2007-01-06T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:27:19.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you're lying on your bed, play the emotions through your head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today? AWEEEEEEEESOME! Life's pretty back to normal again. It might be tough to be ohsomotivated forever but Im going to do my best at it. So yay first thing's first, complete my holiday homework and celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-8450592809677163342?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8450592809677163342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=8450592809677163342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/8450592809677163342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/8450592809677163342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-when-youre-lying-on-your-bed-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-3077898522868624512</id><published>2007-01-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:46:59.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HI EVERYONE. I FEEL AWEEEEEEEEESOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever reached me so deeply before. And finally when someone did, it felt miraculously great! I'm sure everyone did too. [: The speakers always seem to hit the nail on the head. It's scary how they actually know who we really are. Why are all of us wearing masks. And how important it is to find our "true self". I'm not going to live a lie anymore. I'm going to work on it, I'm going to be a better person! And now the only challenge is whether I can make this motivation last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not have attitude problem. I've got the attitude and you've got the problem. So deal with it babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gary and Mr. Ramesh are the smartest and most intelligent people I've ever met. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-3077898522868624512?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3077898522868624512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=3077898522868624512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/3077898522868624512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/3077898522868624512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-8479719746528201653</id><published>2007-01-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:10:12.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUYS SHOULDNT BE SUCH BEEEEEEEETCHES.&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/16115748-8479719746528201653?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8479719746528201653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=8479719746528201653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/8479719746528201653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/8479719746528201653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/guys-shouldnt-be-such-beeeeeeeetches.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-907810091844729434</id><published>2007-01-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:24:56.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause when you know there's a second time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll know what I'm saying. And so I met a stranger. Countdown was crazy. Zomg we met Jonathan Leong? He's over-rated but who cares, he's pretty nice-looking. Doing CIP with Jaime and Felicia is always interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk-YZmh-0I/AAAAAAAAADw/zeWsXuepqEY/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015108248964037442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk-YZmh-0I/AAAAAAAAADw/zeWsXuepqEY/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZlAfZmh-1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VIHlEzhwu3A/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015110568246377298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZlAfZmh-1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VIHlEzhwu3A/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know who he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk-L5mh-zI/AAAAAAAAADo/129Mc3NQSeo/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015108034215672626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk-L5mh-zI/AAAAAAAAADo/129Mc3NQSeo/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk9-pmh-yI/AAAAAAAAADg/MKIe2f73fh0/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015107806582405922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk9-pmh-yI/AAAAAAAAADg/MKIe2f73fh0/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZlCcJmh-2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/k_talh46vRI/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015112711435058018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZlCcJmh-2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/k_talh46vRI/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its fun. :D That's new year for me. Oh I met Suria there too. So we countdowned together. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new year shall be good. Though its going to be studying, studying and more studying. I'll wait and see if there's going to be anyone special that's going to spice it up. Well Delta '07 will be aweeeeeeeesome too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;AND HELL NO MY TASTE ISNT AWFUL. LET ME REPEAT MYSELF. NON-CHINESE GUYS. LOOK, NON-CHINESE GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-907810091844729434?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/907810091844729434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=907810091844729434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/907810091844729434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/907810091844729434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/cause-when-you-know-theres-second-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RZk-YZmh-0I/AAAAAAAAADw/zeWsXuepqEY/s72-c/DSC00092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16115748.post-5669606030582365855</id><published>2006-12-30T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:08:54.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm filling my lungs with the knife in my back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is coming. More challenges ahead I'm sure. But still, we should not stay home and mug all day like losers. For now no la. Mugging too much will kill all our brain cells. Loser. In the end we didn't do much at the airport. Spent most of the time talking? Hah. Stupid actcutesiaxzxz Kathleen deleted the picture of her being so kawaiinehxz. And Nurin is sexually deprived I tell you. Oh well at least Ive completed social studies? Hah. Aiyah I'll upload photos of them being so candid next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-5669606030582365855?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5669606030582365855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=5669606030582365855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/5669606030582365855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/5669606030582365855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-filling-my-lungs-with-knife-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-7106163827906864642</id><published>2006-12-28T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:29:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can see your face, I can hear your name. But I wasn't asking for the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im left with a lot of homework. And I just sent Mrs Ong my holiday homework which was already 10 days overdue. And she's leaving Cedar for PLMGSS. I feel guilty. Oh well! I missed Aunty Sunmeng! So happy to see her yesterday. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-7106163827906864642?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7106163827906864642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=7106163827906864642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7106163827906864642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7106163827906864642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-i-can-see-your-face-i-can-hear-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-5530785315639613790</id><published>2006-12-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:21:23.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Midnight mass was fun! Luckily Lou and Varian helped us to reserve seats. I was late though. And we werent supposed to sit with them. Oh well. The pageant was good. Cherie came back! :D She came to sit with us for a short while then she had to go back to sit with her parents. Both Calista and Lou wore heels! And that made me short. So I tried standing on the pues? Haha loser la. HAHAHA thanks for the card, Lou Calista and Varian! Shaun's supposed to get us presents right. Haha. After mass we went to the canteen, met rachel and zach outside. So we hung around there then Shaun and Varian came. Varian started acting all lian/beng, dancing around.  Crazy person. They served wine in the canteen! Some people were all red and everything. Yeah then we met Andrew and gang, wished them. Then we saw Andrew's brother, Mark, wished him too. Actually we were wishing everyone! But that super friendly Calista wished the whole world laaaa. She was like more than 10 metres away from a person and she called out and wished him merry christmas okay! And she was like calling out to everyone. Crazy girl! But she's seriously damn high la. Haha. Then after that my cousin came to pick me up! And I went home and all my other cousins were waiting for me. Hah! Called Lou at 3 and had a conference with Calista, we chatted till 4. WE should go study together for our O levels okay! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gathering at home was fine. Received many nice presents. My uncle bought me a coat from diesel but its oversized! I cant wear that. And my godparents got me a shirt from adidas. Its nice. :D Yay christmas I love christmas. Next year for christmas, it shall be more special than it already is now. And I hope that Sarahj will have the christmas mood next year too. And I hope that I will receive more presents too! HAHAHAHA okay what the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-5530785315639613790?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5530785315639613790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=5530785315639613790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/5530785315639613790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/5530785315639613790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-l-o-v-e-l-i-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-7483221672580179138</id><published>2006-12-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:20:58.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll scrap any thoughts with your name, still I long for you to stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention, it felt so good to do that again with my platoonmates. We were so sud! (okay how do you spell that? or is it even a word? Teach me.) Yeah you get the gist of what I'm trying to say la. Knock it down! Exercising at the fitness corner is great. But I totally hate the steps thing. Platooonmates, must work hard together to get into a same jc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-7483221672580179138?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7483221672580179138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=7483221672580179138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7483221672580179138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7483221672580179138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-and-i-forgot-to-mention-it-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-2900631613514024866</id><published>2006-12-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:41:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause when I look you're, you're never there. But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVACY ISNT MEANT TO BE INVADED SARAHJ! Gosh, for a moment I thought I could just hide in a hole and never coming out. Stupid Adlin and Suria Priya! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE. And irony, they made me sleep at the corner on the floor which I enjoyed despite of them making a hell out of a noise. I need my beauty sleep la. Yes, christmas is so near. So near yet so far. Stupid stupid stupid. Sappy songs like 'Everywhere' deserves to be listened to all the time. Oh, if I ever have a daughter, I'll name her Konstantine. Pretty name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework, I should finish up soon. Who cares already luh. I'll just try my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-2900631613514024866?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2900631613514024866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=2900631613514024866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/2900631613514024866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/2900631613514024866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/cause-when-i-look-youre-youre-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-7046246062910224808</id><published>2006-12-21T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:26:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im dreaming of a white christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas! Im so excited. [: I wonder what my youngest brother got me. And what my uncles and aunties did. Im so exciteeeeeddddddddd! Christmas is going to rock my entire holiday. My brother should totally appreciate what I got for him. I'm jealous of what I got for him luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Cheryl is real productive. :D We bought soooo many stuffs. I got my new school shoes, christmas presents for my mother and my brother, pumps! and a new pencilcase from Stussy. I'm happpy! I know Cheryl is too! [: She got pretty shades, shoes and shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Eva and Taina, Felicia and Yuanting today. Hur. Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. I cannot wait for midnight mass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-7046246062910224808?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7046246062910224808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=7046246062910224808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7046246062910224808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7046246062910224808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-4175158088184012301</id><published>2006-12-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:06:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stay wrecked and jealous for this simple reason. I just need to keep you in mind, as something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;larger than life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life. It's too late, I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm mean, sorry. Well, I'm having a taste of my own medicine now. I have many regrets, and this is one of them. Here's a final bullet to put our love to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in Santa, I do I do! Santa's gonna grant me wishes. Wishes that'll never come true. Santa's going to give me lovely friends, which I already have. Santa's going to give me a great companion for life. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-4175158088184012301?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4175158088184012301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=4175158088184012301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/4175158088184012301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/4175158088184012301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-stay-wrecked-and-jealous-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-1339688928945291958</id><published>2006-12-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:27:43.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh please let me go for midnight mass with my lovelies, Mummy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want I want I wantttttt! I cannot wait for Christmas cause of midnight mass okay. Im going to get high and, Yay Christmas mood. I want to go for mass. ): Im going to go white and brown for christmas. And Im going to buy greeeen accesories. Yay [:&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/16115748-1339688928945291958?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1339688928945291958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=1339688928945291958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/1339688928945291958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/1339688928945291958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-please-let-me-go-for-midnight-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-2362731661476178360</id><published>2006-12-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:03:56.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I want to do is just to know you. Nothing else. Its nice to see you around though. [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch with Lou Elaine and Rachel. Random stuffs we spoke about. Bought muffins! Yay. Those muffins are love. My father got kicked in his leg while playing soccer. He's limping so terribly. So I helped him to do whatever he asked me to do. Nice right. Hah. Well, goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Kathleen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-2362731661476178360?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2362731661476178360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=2362731661476178360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/2362731661476178360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/2362731661476178360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/spin-around-me-like-dream-we-played-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-410040209709542489</id><published>2006-12-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:53:17.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd spend the perfect christmas with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with this man. It's so bloody superficial. I tried to read between the lines and I saw the warning sign. So I've decided to step out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are the opposite of reality, or not? Our dreams combine verbal, visual and emotional stimuli into a sometimes broken, nonsensical but often entertaining story line. We can sometimes even solve problems in our sleep. Or can we? Many experts disagree on exactly what the purpose of our dreams might be. Are they strictly random brain impulses, or are our brains actually working through issues from our daily life while we sleep - as a sort of coping mechanism? Should we even bother to interpret our dreams? Many say yes, that we have a great deal to learn from our dreams. Well dreams are so surreal. Psychological theories are based on the idea that dreaming allows us to sort through problems, events of the day or things that are requiring a lot of our attention. Why cant dreams be true? It'll be ohsowonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-410040209709542489?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/410040209709542489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=410040209709542489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/410040209709542489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/410040209709542489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-id-spend-perfect-christmas-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-7255409033147888048</id><published>2006-12-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:48:38.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The time is 2:22 and I hope my wish comes true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/16115748-7255409033147888048?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7255409033147888048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=7255409033147888048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7255409033147888048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/7255409033147888048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-is-222-and-i-hope-my-wish-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-728135510423015908</id><published>2006-12-05T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:02:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its brokened hearts, stolen kisses and too many ripped knees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/16115748-728135510423015908?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/728135510423015908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=728135510423015908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/728135510423015908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/728135510423015908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-brokened-hearts-stolen-kisses-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-5220885679404731526</id><published>2006-12-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:11:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you don't want to be here in the future, So you say the present's just a pleasant, an interruption to the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was wonderful. Of course with the best people around, why wouldnt it be great? It still is the climax of the holidays! For now. Christmas shall be as wonderful too. [: I'm lazy to think of what to write about the chalet. Pictures speak a thousand words. So there you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLQGirWBNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kTwQIu6FxdQ/s1600-h/01-12-06_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004290946768438482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLQGirWBNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kTwQIu6FxdQ/s320/01-12-06_1049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLQ5yrWBOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QGPpNk4GY0s/s1600-h/01-12-06_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004291827236734178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLQ5yrWBOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QGPpNk4GY0s/s320/01-12-06_1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLT5irWBcI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z_ulYNj6pIo/s1600-h/01-12-06_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004295121476650434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLT5irWBcI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z_ulYNj6pIo/s320/01-12-06_1304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escape! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLRhSrWBRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gLoDAX1sH5s/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004292505841566994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLRhSrWBRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gLoDAX1sH5s/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLRsyrWBSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X61YjDeZflk/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSFyrWBUI/AAAAAAAAABE/UCi2Eh9W_SA/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004293132906792258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSFyrWBUI/AAAAAAAAABE/UCi2Eh9W_SA/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in the weirdest positions ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLRsyrWBSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X61YjDeZflk/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004292703410062626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLRsyrWBSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X61YjDeZflk/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazwani! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLR7irWBTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6TdYmqsojAs/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004292956813133106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLR7irWBTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6TdYmqsojAs/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSKyrWBVI/AAAAAAAAABM/pp2TuoZENvY/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004293218806138194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSKyrWBVI/AAAAAAAAABM/pp2TuoZENvY/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLWLSrWBdI/AAAAAAAAACM/lhNi_DvmFG0/s1600-h/02-12-06_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004297625442584018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLWLSrWBdI/AAAAAAAAACM/lhNi_DvmFG0/s320/02-12-06_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie! Well most of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSTCrWBWI/AAAAAAAAABU/bwghnOm_Oa0/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004293360540058978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSTCrWBWI/AAAAAAAAABU/bwghnOm_Oa0/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our breakfast. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004293566698489202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLSfCrWBXI/AAAAAAAAABc/E-BYkmT4-Mw/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beeeach with Specialists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLS9CrWBaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FrR18aGZO4M/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004294082094564770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLS9CrWBaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FrR18aGZO4M/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BARBEQUE. We are chefs I tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLS0SrWBZI/AAAAAAAAABs/U9Wlb_5IiiQ/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004293931770709394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLS0SrWBZI/AAAAAAAAABs/U9Wlb_5IiiQ/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLTQCrWBbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jEKoJWHle38/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004294408512079282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLTQCrWBbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jEKoJWHle38/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we have another one next year, its going to be the best! And we'll have it every year. Next year will be our final year in Cedar. How sad. Im not looking forward to leaving Cedar and continue my learning journey in other schools. I dont think life will be as great as compared to life in Cedar. One more year! I'll treasure it, I'm sure you all will too. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY PLATOONMATES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart has no room for any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-5220885679404731526?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5220885679404731526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=5220885679404731526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/5220885679404731526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/5220885679404731526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-you-dont-want-to-be-here-in-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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://bp0.blogger.com/_njsn90aKy6U/RXLQGirWBNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kTwQIu6FxdQ/s72-c/01-12-06_1049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16115748.post-116489343279990003</id><published>2006-11-30T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:30:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/518/1600/325195/grannny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/518/320/341128/grannny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM THE CUTE GIRL ON THE LEFT. :D Zomg my eyes were quite big right? Haha sorry Im pretty high now. Cause our chalet's tomorrow. Yay! Anyway please tell me if my eyes were quite big last time. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116489343279990003?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116489343279990003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116489343279990003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116489343279990003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116489343279990003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-cute-girl-on-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116481489391183880</id><published>2006-11-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:41:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking into Your eyes I see all I want to be, and I don't want it to end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting weird stomachaches now and then. Its really uncomfortable and I hate it. Chalet's this friday. [: I feel like puking now. See I told you Lou, I cant bathe right after i eat. Oh please say that Im good cause I ran for two nights in a row. Im eager to lose weight by next year and maintain it. Cheryl and Nurin too. We'll all lose weight. Yay! Zomg I must not fall ill again. Not during this period. If I fall ill during our chalet, it must be a jinx. Cause I fell teribly ill during my class chalet last year :/ Die, please I must not fall ill. Seriously, Ive got to get started on Homework. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116481489391183880?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116481489391183880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116481489391183880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116481489391183880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116481489391183880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-into-your-eyes-i-see-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116453983225437678</id><published>2006-11-26T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:17:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all I want for Christmas is You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Haha its cheeeeeeesy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass with parents, after mass with Lou! We had macs for breakfast. Went to Pets Station, the sharpei is adorable! Someone didnt bring anything to help us rent dvds. So we had to watch 'Love Actually' amd 'When a Stranger Calls' or something like that. That stupid horror show has no plot. Stupid, waste 95mins of my time. I asked Lou random questions in the midst of both movies. Hur, I cant wait for Christmas. Though it means that we're going back to school real soon. Yay! We are going to celebrate Christmas at Lou's house! Right Lou? Haha. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgz! Varian, you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet this coming friday! Its going to work out. Im sure it will. Anyway the civil defence course was stupid. But Sarahj was hyped up cause she saw her Ahem. Cheryl oh cheryl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116453983225437678?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116453983225437678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116453983225437678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116453983225437678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116453983225437678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116437973036730064</id><published>2006-11-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:48:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The barrel is loaded so go and paint your target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I saw Sarahj on the mrt today. Stupid creative, my mp3's still screwed. I made my ic, like finally. I ate a lot today. I cant wait for tomorrow cause we'll be wearing no.4. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its all about You, You, You. It takes a lot to appreciate. And I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double N. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116437973036730064?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116437973036730064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116437973036730064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116437973036730064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116437973036730064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/barrel-is-loaded-so-go-and-paint-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116420470227435477</id><published>2006-11-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:11:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im an addict for dramatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Part As. Im proud of you guys! [: Its nice to see future. And Part Bs did well for LTC, i heard. Its wonderful to hear about them outshining the rest of the campers. And Charlie! Yay shooting final's is tomorrow. You all can do it! Yay everything's coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D Im happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. Im going to get into the mood. Yay my braces colour shall be red and green tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116420470227435477?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116420470227435477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116420470227435477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116420470227435477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116420470227435477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-addict-for-dramatics.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116403248171917135</id><published>2006-11-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:08:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty please just trick me, Pretty please.&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/16115748-116403248171917135?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116403248171917135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116403248171917135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116403248171917135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116403248171917135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/pretty-please-just-trick-me-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116393164005478698</id><published>2006-11-19T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:31:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And you're a time-bomb, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's birthday was a bomb! We went to East coast park. I never been there before by public transport, Dumbass. Perspired like crazy. The rest thought sarahj and myself played with water before meeting them. We rollerbladed. Haha i landed on my butt? But i didnt fall la. But kathleen did? Nevermind, its okay for beginners. I went across the hump first! Yay. But i strained my ankle too much i think, it hurts now. And im having a fever. Stupid shit. Double-biking with Kathleen is thrilling. Haha the feeling of speeding past a hump and her screaming is simply amusing. Let's double-bike more! The wind was so calming to ponder over whatever stuffs. I like it. But Sunmeng thinks that the Whoooosh sound is noisy. Haha silly aunty. Still, thank you, my Dearest platoonmates, for the perpetually great times im always having with you guys around. For now, I hope the chalet works out. Please give the money, dont be selfish pokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/320/DSC00055.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;See, Its &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/320/DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN THIS IS FUNNY! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get well soon. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116393164005478698?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116393164005478698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116393164005478698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116393164005478698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116393164005478698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-youre-time-bomb-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116359561116781168</id><published>2006-11-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:29:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adlin im blogging now. I was so happy today because i finally spoke to platoonmates. Rockers arent they? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But work dampened my mood. Im so tired. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a brand new trend, just like a new girlfriend. So dont harp on it. Well you are the one, the one that lies close to me. Whispers, "Hello I missed you quite terribly." So stop, turn and took a look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay home to sleep now. I hate feeling so lost. Especially after a long day. Im folding straw stars. Hur im smart, i took a shorter time to learn compared to Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i cant help but swear. Whatever happened to, "Sorry I'll make it up to you." Maybe cause i'll be contented just to see you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cheryl is amusing. She wants to get attached. Hah! Ohhh im sorry nurin and cheryl I didnt run today. Im having a bad headache and flu. Screw the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy la, I dont know what to say. D: Its been awhile since i used you Smiley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116359561116781168?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116359561116781168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116359561116781168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116359561116781168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116359561116781168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/adlin-im-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116307946479209949</id><published>2006-11-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:41:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM WASTING TOO MUCH TIME DOING OTHER STUFFS BUT HOMEWORK AND I CAN KILL MYSELF FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Yuanting on Wednesday and Today. [: There is this really nice shop that sells nice funky agogo dresses. And Topshop heels are so pretttttty! Damn, its so pretty and expensive. But what can you expect from Topshop? But I had a great time trying on heels. Sent my bloooody mp3 player for service. TWO FREAKING WEEKS WITHOUT MY MP3! I can die. ): Oh, I've got a fetish for dresses now. Hah confirmation must have influenced me. Lessons in school are boring, Mr Tan makes me feel like sleeping during chemistry. Im going to have a fun time completing the holiday homework. Yuanting is obsessed with twins. We like the havannas(how's it spelt?) sandals, so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/oo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/320/oo2.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my shoes, they are the prettiest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I miss my platoonmates a lot. It's been awhile since we've caught up. I hope the chalet will work out. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva's hellogoodbye songs are gooooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116307946479209949?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116307946479209949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116307946479209949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116307946479209949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116307946479209949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-wasting-too-much-time-doing-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116279308031330711</id><published>2006-11-06T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:04:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay im confirmed. (: I was so nervous, elaine and rachael and everyone else too. But everything passed by pretty fast. The oil smelt really nice. Ate dinner at one of the restaurents at gardens. Then changed out of my con clothes and walked back to church to meet shaun they all. Waited so long! Then zoa came down and we talked. Anyway everyone looked so pretty and handsome that day. Hurrr. Cabbed down to shaun's house first with marvin then to downtown east. All the taxi-drivers dont know where the hell is downtown east la. Shesh. Looked for our room and shaun and myself waited for the rest in there. By that time it was already 12 plus. Super tired. And the guys played their psps and ps2. So i was darn bored, besides the flash from the cameras gave me a severe headache. So jason went to buy panadol, hur. Felt so much better after that. We watched the covenant, boring show. So many people, like varian, fell asleep, but i didnt. I dont even understand the show initially. Fell asleep at around 4 plus until 7 when calista and lou came. Stupid, someone said it was 12plus so i got a shock. And shaun called me when i was sleeping, i reacted a few seconds later and they said i was day-dreaming and that no one called me so i went back to sleep. They made us wait for so long before going for lunch. Aye it was quite boring at some parts cause the guys were playing their games so i slept when they played. Hurrrrrr cabbed home with my Brother at around 10plus. Saw andrew they all. Damn tired. But i had fun luh. Wooohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there's school tomorrow. And i have not started on homework. HURRAY! 3 cheers for those who have not started too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, killing time can feel so right. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116279308031330711?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116279308031330711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116279308031330711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116279308031330711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116279308031330711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-im-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116201721267590392</id><published>2006-10-28T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:33:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/hottt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/320/hottt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! Haha okay. Im over him. Jesssssica! Looook! He's so hot right? Hotter than your guy right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever makes you shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What ever makes you happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a star in the line &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's starting to fade out lately &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm missing it baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the places that you've been &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the things that you've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't seem to make much difference &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't seem to make you happy anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to bother about you anymore. Well lets see what will happen in a few years down the road. Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116201721267590392?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116201721267590392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116201721267590392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116201721267590392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116201721267590392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116196145080413743</id><published>2006-10-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:04:10.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i know people do actually read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Lynette's house to swim today! and im burnt. Some aunty actually mistakened her for drinking alcohol cause we are that red. But YAY! Im going to be tan. Woohoo! We watched scary movie 4. Its so stupid i tell you. They can make a scary movie funny and its totally sick. Sexually deprived people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will receive retribution wont they? I believe they will. I think it's silly to want to get into a relationship when you're not matured enough to do so. Like getting together with some guy whom you've only met for a few days? and dump him after a few months. Why get yourself into these kind of shit. Ok im feeling anti-relationships for now. Boys, I dont get them. Why are they so complicating? Oh well i guess they dont understand us either. But why are we so difficult to be understood? So easy okay. Ah whatever. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway felicia im trying to get over him(shin!). I will! One week's almost over and yay! i dont watch goong anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be thankful for the people around me. Though people can be so annoying. But YAY I LOVE THEM CAUSE THEY MAKE ME HAPPY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116196145080413743?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116196145080413743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116196145080413743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116196145080413743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116196145080413743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-know-people-do-actually-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116178044239710743</id><published>2006-10-25T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:10:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Roti prata + Milo dinosaur + Gym + Swimming tmr. Yaaaaay [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please admit that chinese sucks? Yes. I cant find a suitable sleeping position on the table. Teach me how to find a nice position. Oh well whatever. Its not nice to see people becoming like Shit. Maybe its one side of you i've never seen before in my entire life. Dont you degrade people like that. So mean. Like cedarians are ohsoperfect. You may seem to take those words lightly but well i do take it seriously. Im moody today. Vaishnavi listened to me rant (: Im quite happy that she's still my tablepartner, though I dont really show it. Aye i cant stand proud people. Cant stand sit jump run whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss kathleen nish suria adlin cheryl fadhilah! where did all of y'all run to? Parades are just so weird without you guys. ): Nvm holidays. Catch up with ourselves studies work. WE can do it charlie. Pops party poopers!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarahj, im the one falling sick. HAHA jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps, love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh where are you. Hurry get back to me. ): I need to know where you are now. Stupid ____, dont want to help me. Smack your asss. Aye wth, so emo. BYE! TMR'S LAST DAY OF SCHOOL AND IM LOVING IT. I miss people already. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116178044239710743?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116178044239710743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116178044239710743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116178044239710743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116178044239710743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/roti-prata-milo-dinosaur-gym-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116161349046227852</id><published>2006-10-23T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:24:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohno! Ive finished watching that show already. ): no more gooooooong to look forward to. i cant believe im so aunty as to look forward and go gaga over the show. but cannot help it right! shin is so handsome and charming. damn! and he's so sweet too. so fairytale! haha. Stay is such a beautiful song. Probably the only slow song i like and enjoy listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont cry yourself silly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been stuffing myself with food lately. Tsk. Milo balls are real good i tell you. Everyone, go buy Milo balls. Felicia go buy milo balls too. Hahaha. I like ramen! Yay especially the one that Jaime spoke of. Sounds so..yummy. OHWELL! Ive made a pact with Felicia. We are going to KOREA when we are old enough to. (: YAY! Hopefully i'll bump into SHIN! while walking on the streets. Woah, that'll be my dream come true la. HAHA HEY NATALIE STOP DREAMING. WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Lalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday class was alright. Quite boring. We were supposed to write something which the Archbishop would read. Shaun gave LOOUUUUSSSSSSY ideas, so obviously i didnt use them. Its difficult to pen those words down but aye, just wrote whatever came to my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prince charming, yes?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116161349046227852?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116161349046227852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116161349046227852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116161349046227852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116161349046227852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohno-ive-finished-watching-that-show_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116118524851384297</id><published>2006-10-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:27:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too bad u aint me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as much as i dont like to use the word aint, there's no other word that can actually describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im Really Sorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hurrrrray! I cant wait for hari raya. (: there's all the nicenicenice food. and I hope my mom's colleague's wife will bake the nicenicenice colourful lapis cake and some chocolate thing and cookies and all the nicenicenice food which is so yummmylicious. Hah im feeling gay now. I miss our school's malay food. Playing games with cmates is so crappy. We've seriously got nothing else better to do. I like HEARTATTACK!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're going awaaaaaaayyyyyy to hongkong. have fun. which means i wont get to see you on (fillintheblanks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116118524851384297?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118524851384297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116118524851384297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116118524851384297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116118524851384297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-bad-u-aint-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116098622434405451</id><published>2006-10-16T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:12:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the moon is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're up there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;So I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all the roads they lead to where you are&lt;br /&gt;And all the streetlights shine like they were stars&lt;br /&gt;That's where you are&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend tonight on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;And we can do anything,&lt;br /&gt;We can be anything&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you tonight on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As real as it seems, i'll only see you in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superrrrrr shitty grades. Today's just not my day. Bloody haze, its killing me. Im feeeling extremely nauseous. And my freaking handphone bill exploded. No messaging for 3 days. PLUS, my shitty grades. Someone pleassssseeee tell me what to do to improve my chinese. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOW ME HOW TO PREVENT A HEAD ON COLLISION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wuhqoebqjdnjsncarfuagdsfjlas.&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/16115748-116098622434405451?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116098622434405451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116098622434405451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116098622434405451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116098622434405451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-moon-is-gone-forever-i-hope-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116091214087808828</id><published>2006-10-15T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:38:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is this infatuation? or am i just horny,&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Confirmation is sooooo near. Haiyaaaah. Im soo not looking forward to it. I'll miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and here we go again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shitfacedfaggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i dont like your smile your laughter your eyes. i hate them. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116091214087808828?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116091214087808828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116091214087808828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116091214087808828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116091214087808828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-this-infatuation-or-am-i-just-horny.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116082198756174667</id><published>2006-10-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:33:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS GRADUATION FOR SEC FOURS. I MISS THEM ALREADY. more than half of my life in cedar has flown away. Woopee. So darn sleepy la. Couldnt wait to sleep when i got home. I didnt know carnations were for mothers. Hah. The fitness corner outside SA is really fun HAHA. some sick machines but wth. Retarded machines. Hahahhaha adlin claims she's the only person that's able to do all the stations. Righttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bubbletea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont worry i'll never forget you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116082198756174667?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116082198756174667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116082198756174667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116082198756174667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116082198756174667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-graduation-for-sec-fours.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116070928313280217</id><published>2006-10-13T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:14:43.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im bored so i created a new skin. Nvm ive got __ to accompany me. (: Im quite happy laaa.&lt;br /&gt;I went for evening mass with steph on wed, met rachelll there. Ate at chompchomp. Chocolate beancurd! Not bad. I had to eat it cos i had my braces tightened. Pain. Changed the colour to red and black. I dont quite like it. Went to rent some movies with steph, couldnt! cos we were not 16 and above. Shesh. So asked shaun to help steph rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And bring on the thunder&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;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/16115748-116070928313280217?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116070928313280217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116070928313280217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116070928313280217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116070928313280217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bored-so-i-created-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-116014683726445140</id><published>2006-10-06T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:00:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid haze. Its stinking up everywhereeeee. And it causes headache for poor charlene too. One more to go, History. HISTORY: ITS THE PAST LUH. Why must we study for it? Interesting yeah. But LORMS? Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy cos you are here. Im happy. (: I miss Adlin and Nishanti! ): I like to experience the full draft of the air-con in the hall. Can we please have midyears next year? I wantttttttt. But sheena wont be here anymore to lend me her jacket. The sec fours are graduating on Oct 14. Ohwell. I'll miss them of course. Cos them leaving meant that we'll be taking over. O's? Psle just seems like yesteryear. Which brings back to the fact that i miss oln a lot a lot. Had a chat with Weishan. Nice(: Primary school friends certainly do not last long. So sad to see how much everyone changed. A totally different person. I want to go to Hilda Foo's house with Weishan and GC one day! Yaaaaay. I'll be looking forward to that day. I want to see how girly she is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to Celebrate post-exams by going for mass with Eva. Woooooohoooooo. Haha. STUDY HISTORY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-116014683726445140?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/116014683726445140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=116014683726445140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116014683726445140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/116014683726445140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-haze.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115893086031545371</id><published>2006-09-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:14:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to be tanned just like how i used to be. during syf? yes. ohwell! after exams. one down seven more to go. WOOHOO. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if i die will you even bother? hah i wish you would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;life reeks. practise emaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115893086031545371?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893086031545371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115893086031545371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115893086031545371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115893086031545371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-be-tanned-just-like-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115883642216366009</id><published>2006-09-21T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:27:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello many teachers reminded us to go home today. many many many. we took pretty pictures and i like them D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/P1040138.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/200/P1040138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/P1040138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this is random shit. please ignore the height difference. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NINE OCTOBER! its time for time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a hard time, very hard time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing less of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So can you see you're seeing less of me darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you're blind to the fact that my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart stopped beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm as good as dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and this is the part where you leave me&lt;/span&gt;&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/16115748-115883642216366009?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115883642216366009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115883642216366009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115883642216366009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115883642216366009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-many-teachers-reminded-us-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115858999835757131</id><published>2006-09-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:33:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shhhh. i cant tell anyone my deepest darkest secret. haha D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn when do i want to wake up? im supposed to do two chapters of ss physics and practise amaths exponential and log graphs. what have i done so far? only one frigging chapter of ss and its already 10.23. say yay? hah. and what made it worse was the condusive weather for sleeping. and so i was sleeping on my ss textbk in school. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVASION OF PRIVACY! kathleen's an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for endyears to be over. HURRY! can you let me take the remote control and fast forward? just till 9october, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST EVA! D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its not only taina and you using this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115858999835757131?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115858999835757131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115858999835757131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115858999835757131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115858999835757131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/shhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115833387018748361</id><published>2006-09-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:24:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was really productive for kathleen. she understands her chem! claps- i managed to refresh my memory whilst teaching her. geog wasnt really a screwup today. i must score at least 15. Oh Lord, please let me get at least 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended mass with steph today! yay some people treated us to cafe cartel. then we went to chomp chomp. so smoky. Some people LOVES to talk rubbish please. Ayeeeeeeee so embarrassing. Oh well! Mass was good. though i was really sleepy, i enjoyed it. Oh I really miss Zoa! ): why you join choirrrrr no one can accompany me during mass anymore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do maths tmr morning. Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: adlin is retarded. but i still love her! and platoonmates (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115833387018748361?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115833387018748361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115833387018748361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115833387018748361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115833387018748361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-really-productive-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115824057117134890</id><published>2006-09-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:29:31.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>study. 25 more days to liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, reverse psychology works on me.  i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things dont seem to work out the way i want things to be. Hah no im not in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY BECAUSE I DONT LIKE SCHOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115824057117134890?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115824057117134890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115824057117134890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115824057117134890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115824057117134890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/study.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115789930654096249</id><published>2006-09-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:42:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont be so mean dammit. so much for being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115789930654096249?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789930654096249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115789930654096249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115789930654096249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115789930654096249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-be-so-mean-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115780234340313180</id><published>2006-09-09T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:45:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115780234340313180?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115780234340313180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115780234340313180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115780234340313180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115780234340313180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-lay-here-if-i-just-lay-here-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115764211273269990</id><published>2006-09-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:15:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paul twohill is so adorable! (: i like like like him! so what if he's out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing maths all day. so annoying, my brain isnt working well today. i've a lot a lot of things to study for! its just two weeks time. woohoo die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM HAPPY COS SUNDAY'S COMING! ((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to start studying, not completing homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115764211273269990?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115764211273269990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115764211273269990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115764211273269990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115764211273269990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/paul-twohill-is-so-adorable-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115746175917396729</id><published>2006-09-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:09:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO! I SAVED MY BLOG! i forgot how to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well church camp's over. IM SO SAD! i really enjoyed it, much more than last year's. had a really great time with my group though cherie wasnt here half of the time! i love Fr Gerard and Fr Ho (: jeremy marvin max edward denyse amanda cherie and nikki were in my group and michael leong valerie and mark lee were our facils, aunty elsie too. YAAAAYYYY!  mark really made sharings interesting. but somehow i kept quiet till the last day when i was really high. I LAUGHED A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day we had group sharings kind of weird initially cos i wasnt comfortable with any of them other than amanda and marvin(cos we've been in the same group for two years). we had night games. quite fun la, haha. i like the obstacles one cos no one led us and i was with amanda. i didnt know who was it leading us i think it was mike leong cos he was white when he opened the door. i slept with kathleen! (: she rides horses ok! i think its cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats not it. my catholic faith really strengthened a lot esp on the second day during praying over, I FELT HIM (: that really made me happy. i laughed cried, the adrenaline rushing through my blood was powerful. but the fact that everyone was really happy after that really amused me! (: I saw the light, not everyone could see it right? Yes right. oh and we had confession too, felt good speaking with Fr Gerard (: and I LIKE SINGING SONGS! i love praise and worship with mustard seed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY ON THE LAST DAY! im sad. we had a great breakfast though. we read the letters our parents wrote to us everyone cried. quite sad la. then i had touch time with aunty elsie and joined the rest in the session room. i slept la then uncle ben woke me up and gave me a sweet. oh we had mass i really enjoy mass now. i finally understood it. i doubt i will stone during mass anymore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss camp, really. im quite sad its ending soon. i mean no more cat class with all of them. SO SAD! ): though it can be quite boring la. BUT STILL! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE GOD (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's my closest friend. He has to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i will sustain this faith that i have in Him. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115746175917396729?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746175917396729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115746175917396729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115746175917396729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115746175917396729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/09/woooooohooooooooo-i-saved-my-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115650681737995057</id><published>2006-08-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:53:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>study study. three cheers to studying for end years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised how redundant thinking can be. so yes im not going to think about nonsense anymore. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115650681737995057?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115650681737995057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115650681737995057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115650681737995057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115650681737995057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/08/study-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115587369288561306</id><published>2006-08-18T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:01:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything our fault what. we're not going to let you bring us down. no way. that'll be the first and last time happening.  still, ROD ROCKED. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115587369288561306?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115587369288561306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115587369288561306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115587369288561306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115587369288561306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/08/everything-our-fault-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115510189859381296</id><published>2006-08-09T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:38:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to realise im not the only one feeling this way. its nice to know that someone truly understands you, not just on the surface. well you have the ability to do so. its gratifying to hear you say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just so selfish. by doing that youre not only hurting yourself but others to. helpful huh? thinking it will prevent what you think will happen from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will do our best to make that day a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to the udis! (: do a good job in running the company. at least sir made wise choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on aug10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUPINI! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and sgt dhilshad&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on aug12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;encik huiting&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;its heartwrenching to know that you cant  do anything but be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115510189859381296?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115510189859381296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115510189859381296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115510189859381296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115510189859381296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-to-realise-im-not-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115435016019111355</id><published>2006-07-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:49:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something's getting in my way and its about to break. damn those tests and homework. i cant believe im actually failing all the tests ive taken in this term. ALL okay. im so traumatized by it. when i got back geog today, i realised i failed i didnt know what to react. that explains my bad mood nurin. plus i always thought rainy days were good. but somehow today's rainy day sucked like Shit. couldnt think of anything productive. no mood to study. O Lord, Help ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont want to continue failing like this anymore. Darn! go compare this term's results with last term's. CONTRASTING. and this coming wed's chem and emath. my, sadly ive no confidence in both of them. even maths. i Had to scream. SERIOUSSSSLLLLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kathleen for screaming into your ear, it wasnt on purpose and i didnt know it was that loud. well it was really a shock to see uhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew things would actually turn out like this. months ago i couldnt imagine this kind of scenario but now i do. Well, promises were meant to be broken. i didnt expect much from this anyway. since its like that now i cant do anything to actually change everything. much less, trying to change it. guess its like that. hah. you dont seem to realise that i cant do this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe me, its alright. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can do this on my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, wth who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there's a lot of commitments. neglecting my studies maybe? which definitely has Severe consequences. im just so glad my parents didnt say much when i got a freaking 6.5/30 for amaths. and all the yadayada. just that i didnt tell them. Hopefully the teachers wont say anything bad during MTP session this friday.  ARGH there's chinese oral tmr. damn have you ever heard me speak chinese? hurrrrrrr dont answer that. im so gonna screw this other test. which adds on the alreadysuperlong list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY IVE SLACKED ENOUGH. BYE. come on, watch me suffer slowly, bit by bit. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115435016019111355?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115435016019111355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115435016019111355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115435016019111355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115435016019111355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/07/somethings-getting-in-my-way-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115296656588457123</id><published>2006-07-15T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:29:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr tan says: Shut Up and Move On (SUMO)! he teaches us weird lingos like aggaration cheemology? haha funny teacher esp during ndp rehearsal on friday. brrrrrrr check! ohman cant control myself. we shall do a good job, alter our mistakes. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yellowcard- Believe&lt;/u&gt; (nice intro)&lt;br /&gt;Think about the love inside the strength of heart&lt;br /&gt;Think about the heroes saving life in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive&lt;br /&gt;But you still came back for me&lt;br /&gt;You were strong and you believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the chance I never had to say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving up your life that day&lt;br /&gt;Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out&lt;br /&gt;Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive&lt;br /&gt;And you still came back for me&lt;br /&gt;You were strong and you believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da vinci is a book of gibberish and nonsense. smart tactics but the non-fiction(well, according to the book) was total crap.&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;im not perfect but you make me wanna be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115296656588457123?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115296656588457123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115296656588457123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115296656588457123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115296656588457123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-tan-says-shut-up-and-move-on-sumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115262745460074188</id><published>2006-07-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:17:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE TAKE AND THROW ME ONTO SOME HARD ROCK ,ROUGH ONE AND KILL ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115262745460074188?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115262745460074188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115262745460074188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115262745460074188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115262745460074188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-take-and-throw-me-onto-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115262691350835354</id><published>2006-07-11T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:08:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygoodness. tell me what's worser than THIS? i dont want to talk to you already. if this is going to happen. so embarrassing throwface whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national camp(10 till 13 august) : i think its going to rock! there's combat trng, KAYAKING, and standard obstacle course. so fun! hope that those of yall who will be going will have lots and lots and lots of fun! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GUYS ARE GAYS. YUCKS! you didnt have to tell me whatever juicy information you have about that person okay. OMGOOOOOOOOOOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO EMBARRASSED NOW. alright thats about it COS I DONT FEEL SANE AT ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115262691350835354?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115262691350835354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115262691350835354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115262691350835354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115262691350835354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohmygoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115211073530694361</id><published>2006-07-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:45:35.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TMR'S NCC DAY. happy ncc day everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to those who know their heads for next year! miangmiang! syikin! fathiyah! chaili! we'll be waiting and waiting and waiting. but well, i dont expect much. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SO EMBARRASSING DURING PARADE TODAY! that was soooo way the past. mann, PAST. not present neither is it future. no more no more! i bought that notebook in sec one. notice my super horrendous handwriting. argh, darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL SLEEP EARLY TONIGHT! and i realise i dont care about world cup anymore. cos brazil's out. wait till jaime lends me her photoshop disc for me to install. i'll create one blogskin and dedicate it to ronaldinho! kaka! haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedar ndp goh. good luck to us who's marching in it! we will not throw cedar ncc's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! POLISH POLISH POLISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115211073530694361?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115211073530694361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115211073530694361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115211073530694361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115211073530694361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/07/tmrs-ncc-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115176966824966334</id><published>2006-07-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:01:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYFOC GOH! (: its perfect wonderful whatelseyou'vegot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pride when they played the ncc song. i feel so proud and im sure everyone else do feel proud too. i miss FIRING FEU DE JOIE! its the first and last time doing this. seeing sir aizat! sir anthony maam zarifah sir nashoha. man! so sad la. but nvm at least there were memories. YAY! i want to see them again one day but i guess its too late. all this things come and go come and go come and go. first ophir second specs course third unit camp now syf. and last year ndp. i sure do miss it though we were only in supporting contingent. haha but the clts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think some people ought to give more respect. furthermore, we're _____. we're going to play hard to get that back. that trust. hurray. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115176966824966334?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115176966824966334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115176966824966334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115176966824966334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115176966824966334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/07/syfoc-goh-its-perfect-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115167741435907236</id><published>2006-06-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:27:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah now i know. ive decided to give in. GO ON. im no longer holding onto any false hopes, no more expecting the worst but hoping for the best. NO MORE! nomorenomore. i just want to get out of this shit soon. really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it. I don't believe it makes me real so I thought it'd be easy, but no one believes me. I meant all the things I said. If you believe it's in my soul, I'd say all the words that I know. Just to see if it would show That I'm trying to let you know, That &lt;strong&gt;I'm better off on my own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life. dont you agree? hah. tmr's syf (: how suria and i rushed like mad women today just to get the white t-shirts. tsk, we're embezzlers. better return the cash soon! IM GOING TO STAY HIGH HAPPY WHATEVER. COS TMR'S THE DAY. IM GOING TO ENJOY EVERY SINGLE LAST BIT OF IT. I SWEAR,(good girls dont swear, did i even mention i was good? HAH pardon me for talking to myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DAY EVERYONE! enjoy what you have now, never regret. cos feeling remorseful is equivalent to killing oneself. yes believe me. WELL APPARENTLY I'VE REGRETTED A GAZILLION TIMES BUT I DONT REALLY GIVE A DAMN. HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115167741435907236?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115167741435907236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115167741435907236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115167741435907236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115167741435907236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hah-now-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115122739323281596</id><published>2006-06-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:23:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IVE BEEN STABBED BY LYANA. how lame huh! nvm, i'll just do it since im bored and i'll be trying to do geog later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italise the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;br /&gt;I dont watch TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt; (hah, tell me about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/strong&gt; (to help cut stuffs! not myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt; (who doesnt want? -__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;(for the stupid contacts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really,really fast.&lt;/strong&gt; (never slows down)&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt; (annoying ones at that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt; (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way i look. &lt;/strong&gt;( :D self-confidence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent. &lt;/em&gt;(i wonder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends. (i think so)&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt; (okay la, not that extreme.)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping. (i hate it.)&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cellphone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt; (hmmhmm.)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt; (HAHA, thats for now. i will reconsider.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not allergic to anything. (i think)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt; (of course LA.)&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex. (i dont know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/strong&gt; (i wouldnt know what to do unless im placed in that situation.)&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it. &lt;/strong&gt;( :DD i even play their games on nick.com! )&lt;br /&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys. ( DEFINATELY NOT. shesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt; (i study, but results doesnt really tally.)&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever i can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup. (stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt; (not really adore, fancy. )&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt; ( church camp.. disgusting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/strong&gt; (a little bit only.)&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt; (used to, until i throw them away. so childish. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; (oh, tell me about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like a person of the same sex. (wthell, never ever. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;i want to stab: kathleen sarahj adlin rachel cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its stupid la! but well just do it. SO LAME! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS, back to homework. DARN IT! everyone's chiong-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115122739323281596?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115122739323281596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115122739323281596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115122739323281596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115122739323281596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-stabbed-by-lyana.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115111423310971015</id><published>2006-06-24T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T09:57:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNIT CAMP WAS A BLAST! how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll cut all the stuffs during camp. but mission impossible v2.5 was fun (: the tug of war was so..er, pathetic for my team, team sponge. (oh, i have a problem pronouncing sponge, spoge? heh.) aye! sarahj and partb hafizah was so..howdoyouputit, strong? hah! the maze was okay. but pity us who went through it cos we had rashes which hurt. the specialists really made this fun. agent cs. haha! it was tough trying to read the information like a secret agent. but i did it! maluating la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONIGHT!(: glad the specs thought it was entertaining and organised? BUT WE DID IT! thanks to the entertaining performances by all the parts and the links. (: we finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt have catch me if you can. but we'll be having it during the next parade. (: there were red bananas, green lychees, green orange and dragon fruit with purply pink insides! it was weird la. and there were twin lychees okay. sgt cynthia found it interesting la. interaction during the time for that act was funny! haha, adlin and i were in the same group. i think some of them laugh too much. i think i was once like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unofficial pop. ): i cant believe it. our cadet life is already almost over. but our specs life just begun. can say we're placed with the responsibility of maintaining our BGU. and the desperate need to win back his trust. hmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this camp we really enjoyed ourselves because we actually bathed and slept well. the Sleep and dreams swallowed up the languor of daytime. though people like suria and adlin suffered from leg pain in the night. it was really cold. im so glad i didnt shout out "yes,maam" or whatever when we were sleeping. the specs would have been laughing if i talked in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i actually look forward to greeting teachers. huuuurrrr, so funny. but i dont know some of their names yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE ALL OF YOU ON MONDAY! (i cant believe im actually saying this.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115111423310971015?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115111423310971015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115111423310971015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115111423310971015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115111423310971015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/06/unit-camp-was-blast-how-was-yours-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-115069523482776481</id><published>2006-06-19T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:33:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im just entertaining myself so i wont sleep. brazil won australia 2-0! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything whooooooshed by already. hah, i remember when we were still part bs, i was frightened or howdoiputit, afraid to go for specs course. well i plucked up the courage. i went through it, im out. its over. congrats to those who won awards (: it was tough and all but we did it. unit camp this wed which is the day after tomorrow. im still having headache bad cough sorethroat and a bit of flu. im happy my fever's GONE! (i think.)  i should be able to go for camp already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the sirs/staff/fellow mercury1-mates:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all of your help during sc. i really appreciate it. and cat high? hah, the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF! im looking forward to it now. its not as dreadful as before. well maybe because we like the sirs and maams now. i must pull my charging handle properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not the person you used to know. im aware of the fact ive changed. but im not going back to who i was. looking onward is what i fancy but taking a glance back may be good too. i shouldnt get too outofcontrol with my darn emotions. darN! we've given our 200000000000%. okay forget about the wooden thing which will rot and the metal thing which will rust. we are 2nd sgts alrd. but well, ranks are just cloths. &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT IS WHAT WE EARN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though sometimes things like these matter so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO BRAZIL! COME ON! YOU GUYS BETTER WIN JAPAN ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no offence but i think ronaldinho looks like a horse. -__-" but still, he plays good! (: oh,nice hair too. haha. Trinidad&amp;amp;Tobago sounds nice! Kewell from Australia looks like a typical sims 2 caricature. haaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-115069523482776481?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/115069523482776481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=115069523482776481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115069523482776481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/115069523482776481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-just-entertaining-myself-so-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114878457786049091</id><published>2006-05-28T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:49:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've finally slept well. SO TIRED! i couldnt even walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Natalie is an industrious pupil who hands in her assignments punctually."&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish, HAHA. apparently mrs chang didnt talk to mrs gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to make full use of this holiday to catch up with geog sshist english chinese and maintain my sciences and math. i realised that i only have the first week of the hols when im really free. the stupid CI project, specs course, unit camps. preparation of certain stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i swear im ____ so dont listen to those rubbish. SHESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf rehearsal's getting damn boring. VERY VERY VERY BORING. so dreadful! may the next one be more, interesting? shesh. other than the fact that it made me real red? now im tan AGAIN with the specs marks. quite awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to lose more weight during this hols, BY EXERCISING! want to go to the gym? hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114878457786049091?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114878457786049091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114878457786049091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114878457786049091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114878457786049091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-finally-slept-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114820610103108342</id><published>2006-05-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:08:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SHUT UP YOU FUCKBAG!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think butterfly effect is a scary show. i just watched it(i know im slow.) i'll pay to watch these kind of movies. not like some crap cartoon movies, waste my time and money. AND ITS SO VULGAR! fortunately my brothers werent at home, they might just pick up a few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilin: hahah, youre welcomed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahlehh: OKAY! i shall go try it next time! (: i must go there during the hols. other than doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaime.: WATCHED ALRD! help me thank nellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaferin: just to let you know! the picture is done! you must come online so i can show it to you and complete the codings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen: okay(: and MUST buy pp bubbletea and im going to try strawberry milkshake next, then lemon red tea then greenapple green tea. im going to be their loyal drinker. oh,ask sunm to buy bacardi? dont get drunk again! WOOHOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114820610103108342?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114820610103108342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114820610103108342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114820610103108342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114820610103108342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/shut-up-you-fuckbag-i-think-butterfly.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114811750825139969</id><published>2006-05-20T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:31:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>XCTY! its quite fun cheering people on. esp the sec 3s part. so exciting. i got a shock when i saw people (unexpected ones). RUN FASTER LA! it gets qte tiring to say the same thing to cedarians running. went to j8 to have our lunch. the beef noodle isnt nice. SHESH!! the ice kachang made me freeze and vibrate. pat gillian and kathleen had to wait till 3pm to have their sakae buffet. 48PLATES!! APPLAUSES!- i was alrd home by then sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met rachel to return her her bag, finally! she went to watch davinci. tsktsk! and then i went to school for nothing! supposed to do some stuffs but in the end we decided to slack and so we did! kathleen and i stupendously stood at the courtyard, attempting to suntan. for a while only la. we took a very long time to decide whether to go home, town or that PUB IN CHINATOWN RIGHT!? stupid, how can you trick me. when we were walking halfway by cedar primary way, kathleen and i stopped halfway and walked back cos apparently, she wanted to go to cp. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we bought chocolate milkshake! yes kelly! its very nice (: then i bought the cheap cheap biscuits. went to cold storage, looked at sweets chocolates weird stuffs to buy. kathleen bought some weird snackish sweet magazine and aloe vera. i bought tangyuan? HAHA, weird. i know. went to the library later, kath borrowed some shakespear book i borrowed assorted ones? dont know whether nice a not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weird conversation in the bus. REPEATS MYSELF- IM TOTALLY STRAIGHT. ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so full after eating the tangyuan. im going to eat the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sakae&lt;/span&gt; buffet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i will have the courage for big things and patience for the small ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i will admit mistakes, learn to forgive and carry on with this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i will not call myself a loser until i've failed to try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i will do what i can and not worry abt winning and making big plats, because just doing my best and playing fair is what really makes me a winnder, both in life and on the playing field.&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/16115748-114811750825139969?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114811750825139969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114811750825139969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114811750825139969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114811750825139969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/xcty-its-quite-fun-cheering-people-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114733499880600490</id><published>2006-05-11T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:09:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYE, SOMEONE PLEASE WAKE ME UP. SO THAT I CAN PAY ATTENTION DURING CHEM. HIS VOICE IS LIKE A LULLABY TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach sebas is a funny person. i dont mind him giving us such talks. though its so cliche. but he makes it fun. and why do i look like so many people? he said that i look exactly like one of his friend. SHESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let me laugh. it sort of gets my mind off everything. im so happy, tmr's friday. im in a holiday mood. just why cant be holidays now? two more f-ing weeks. i want jogging. dont make us jog four rounds suddenly. my body isnt tuned to the stamina yet. more opportunities to burn fats. stupid dangerous fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo people. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i want to get a haircut. seriously. SO IDIOTIC! wait till i find a nice hairstyle. as for now, i want specs course and those yadayada events to be over. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get tanned. real tanned. burnt. even if it means killing my skin cells. one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114733499880600490?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114733499880600490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114733499880600490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114733499880600490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114733499880600490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/aye-someone-please-wake-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114716414237604483</id><published>2006-05-09T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:46:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just let me feel nostalgic for that moment. dont worry, it wont last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ate lots of salad, equivalent to not dieting. yeah, then had diarrhoea. shit, feeling so weak now. I FEEL FAT! cos im fat! hahah. but salad rocks, not considering the fact that its supposed to be healthy cos i add a lot of dressing. thousand island! i want more. i want more lil cherry tomatoes, celery sticks, carrot and lettuce. maybe apple? HAH, i like thousand island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we watched hitler today and i think he's an insane looooney freak. he abused his lil dog cos it didnt obey him. what crap. and it even saved his life, bringing him out of the shelter which the bomb landed onto and duh, it killed many. hitler was the only one amongst the 600 soldiers that survived. lucky? i wonder. he is easily agitated and seriously cant stand humiliation. serious mental problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to vidhya: i make a confession, i was sleeping during reading. sorry to make you stand next to me for almost a minute which i didnt have any idea. i was sleepy, cant help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank lord for this holiday. for me to catch up on my sleep and the storybooks. its once in a while that i read a book. cos normally i cant be bothered la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lit play! i cant wait! im going to laugh very loudly. must find suria and pat before the play. and all my pltmates. can laugh, HAHAHAHHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emaths test. thank lord for the moderation. i managed to get my a2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you for that sausage jaime. and please lar, youre alrd slim enough, dont have to diet. i HAVE to. the whole world is going to join me diet. and HEY! lend me yr photoshop disc sooooon. im dying without the software. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH SHIT! i didnt drink my orange juice today. nvm, thursday! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant wait to take class photo. im so excited! ((: it'll most probably be my first time standing up. isnt that great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and here me proclaim: "LIFE'S A BITCH!" and "CURRENTLY, WE ARE LIVING IN PURGATORY! who ever said purgartory is below? its right here la. just accept the fact that we are living in shit now." cauldron full of steaming hot &lt;strong&gt;shit&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/16115748-114716414237604483?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114716414237604483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114716414237604483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114716414237604483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114716414237604483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-let-me-feel-nostalgic-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114688206507483519</id><published>2006-05-06T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:23:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAH, SORRY! i dont know why is it so small. not on purpose. blogger is weird la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad movies make me even more sad. HAHAH, but im not even sad! i want to rent sad and (according to them)sappy movies. but really very sad. next week's a short week. even so, AYE! no tests right? yeah, hopefully not. LIKE FINALLY LAR! no test. i hope i can go to kelly's hse! i want to learn to sew and knit and create my own stuffs. and pat will learn from me! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made breakfast, FAILURE LAR! not exactly, tasted quite nice. HAH! ((:&lt;br /&gt;today was polling day. my mum voted for PAP my dad voted for opposition.&lt;br /&gt;MRTHK is funny. PayAndPay, WhyPay? SoDontPay. then dont know what else. forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and the way you cut your hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate the way you drive my car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate it when you stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the way you read my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate the way youre always right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate it when you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;even worse when you make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate it when youre not around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and the fact that you didnt call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;not even close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;not even a little bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;not even at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i think i know too much. im waiting for wednesday(GRINS-). MUTUALS!! and i have not even started. OH GREAT! freak lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114688206507483519?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114688206507483519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114688206507483519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114688206507483519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114688206507483519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahah-sorry-i-dont-know-why-is-it-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114674216457817441</id><published>2006-05-04T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:29:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i might only say this once, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ENGLISH LESSSONS! ((((: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a walk to remember ; i WILL cry. ten things i hate about you ; i almost cried when she was reading the poem, so sad. ): but so sweet! i think mr patrick so tarzan-ish. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kelly and her doll are amusing. AHAHAH! and she sews everything! I WANT HER TO TEACH ME! why dont you make yr own bag? and open up a stall? and sell? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up emath. but mrtan say very easy? what nonsense. but i think he is a nice man. HAHAHAHAH! really. though my grades will be like shit, but i enjoy the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENTAL, stupid nurse. dont scrap everyone's GUMS till they bleed can? its annoying. and dont waste my time. and please give cotton if you want to extract anyone's teeth. poor lyana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for english period! (((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114674216457817441?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114674216457817441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114674216457817441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114674216457817441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114674216457817441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-might-only-say-this-once-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114648630727478539</id><published>2006-05-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:25:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo! my comp has recovered. our script's completed. ((: i miss my old house. now i have to do my work. i've neglected it for days. tmr is tuesday. oh how i dread tuesday. cos we'll be getting back physics. sigh. this is a really cold and harsh reality. let me rephrase, revenge is a dish best served cold. yeah, sounds more correct. LIFE'S BEEN GOOD! ((: with my dearest pltnmates. crappiest bunch of people, sunglasses, fancy shoes. and those cabaret thingy. so cute! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SARAHJ! seoul garden rocked. stupid suria and myself, we put the ice before the fillings for the self-made icekachang. how stupid can we get? ate a lot a lot. need to burn off those calories. and get rid of wobbly flesh. alright, better get started for my emathcommontest preparation. HAH! BYE! i'll try not to go online and get distracted. no more music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im just wondering why cant you just trust me. or rather, do you even have to right of who i should befriend.&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/16115748-114648630727478539?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114648630727478539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114648630727478539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114648630727478539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114648630727478539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/05/woohoo-my-comp-has-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114623496553153579</id><published>2006-04-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:36:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAAY, i finally fixed my comp. still so laggy. irritating. im sleeping at least once during lessons everyday. shows how tired i am. how come there is no saturday but only sunday this PARTICULAR week? HAH! okay, nothing. i found a new way to relieve stress. by eating lots and lots and lots and lots of my favourite cheese biscuits. and sucking up pearls or jelly. okay, maybe im just purely nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiying: THANKS MAN! and please! i dont think of you everyday. hahah. and yes, seriously, i cant take slow comps anymore. gets on my sensitive nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patric/a: reflections are over. cos revenge is never done with happy feelings right? so its cold! hahah. whatever! no more number one. ): so lame! TMR TMR TMR! no ice-cream today. lots of food tmr. i dont care,it will be a sacrifice. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gmary: HAHA, YOU AH. NUMBERONEGOSSIPER! with nicole. the perfect match. im going to pay much attention okay. and do yr bjy. dont let nicole and i to be the only ones sitting down again. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weishan: hello. no lar, suria and nish not dao what. maybe you just happen to see us in a bad mood? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaime: lazy lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gillian: YEAH,that was nice! i like it too. rmb our cube watermelon. HAHAH! i was so full. i want to eat narmadha's cheesy food again! so cheesy! I LIKE! and all the salad and what not. so yummy! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris's apple pear and cranberry crisp is very very nice! narmadha's cheesy food and ice-cream soda(HAHA!) also very nice. wanling's brownie is also nice! charlotte's fruit dip is so chocolatey! isadora's watermelon ball so cute. seon's green apple SO FRESH! adelin's ham thingy is also very very nice. hahha, all nice lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you see lightning before hearing the thunder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114623496553153579?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114623496553153579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114623496553153579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114623496553153579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114623496553153579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/yaay-i-finally-fixed-my-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114571974984437520</id><published>2006-04-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:39:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ripped this from jaime's blog. it just made too much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that leaves when ure friend is in trouble and let her struggle?or are u the type that immediately stands up for and protect her, come what may?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that feels helpless when ure friend is crying?or are u the type that cries along with her and console her at the same time, telling her to be strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that chooses who u want to be with, treating them like tissue papers?or are u the type that stays loyal to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that looks for your friend only when you are in trouble?or are u the type that tell her all the problems u have, giving her the due respect because u trust her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that cheats and lie to your friend only because you are jealous of her?or are u the type that feels happy for her because shes happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that is false and fake and treat your friend well because you can benefit from it?or are u the type that really wants to be her friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that thinks that your friend should be taking the initiative?or are u the type that does it all the time, not expecting anything in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that says hi and bye for the sake of it?or are u the type that really mean it when u say it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Are u the type of friend that gets angry at your friend because she said the truth?or are u the type that is grateful to hear the truth because she means well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Someone once told me, ask yourself if she had been a good friend to her.then ask urself if u had been a good friend to her. if u haven, maybe its time to. if she hadnt, then shes not a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread sports day? YES, i dread it. i was lazing ard with conhwa. climbing over the grills over over again. i hate it. BUT, cheering was a good way of really screaming everything out. what made it worse was that lingering headache. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE THOSE GODDAMNED HYPOCRITES. if i could actually see you again, i dont give a shit who you are and i will just shout out how hypocritical you all were. and I SWEAR I WILL, trust me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL, went for dinner. then headed to town cos sunm wanted her LE COQ SPORTIF bag. army kind. (: we went to taka market. and we saw this HUGE apple selling for $12.90 per apple and a square watermelon selling for $50. we were so amused by it. i wanted to drink my bubble tea. HAHA, yes jaime. my bubbletea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rly thought through abt lots of things in the bus back home. what kind of decisions im going to make, what im going to do about my life. and ixora? and for sports day next year, 3N will not pull ixora down. eileen and arica will do a good job for cheerleading. eva mag steph and lyana will do their best for 4 by 100m once more! and well, as for me, im going to do my best? and keep up with suria. AHHA, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GET THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;revenge is a dish served cold. hmph.&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/16115748-114571974984437520?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114571974984437520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114571974984437520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114571974984437520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114571974984437520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-ripped-this-from-jaimes-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114554599683202957</id><published>2006-04-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:16:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! we can finally sleep. shit man, i can see dark rings around my eyes. so ugly. can catch up tonight. phew- supposed to go to spotlite? BUT WELL, didnt feel like going in the end. so slacked in school. kathleen and i slept in 3I. she dreamt of something. but i didnt even sleep. tried to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! i had 2.4. yuanting and i were aiming for 12 mins++ lar! but in the end, we were few secs from it. ): we'll try harder next year. we bitched about people during recess. HAHA. almost a quarter of 3N gathered outside the drink stall bitching about people. and saying WHO HAS BOYFRIEND. HAHA, what crap! i was so lonely today. vaishnavi didnt come to school. finally paid attention. AYE, seriously. whats wrong with writing on our arms. TELL ME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went crazy in 3A. &lt;strong&gt;MANPRIT! please okay! dont speak about that ever again. cos i REPEAT, it never happened.&lt;/strong&gt; kathleen adlin and i started singing.. BUFFALO AND SALMON SITTING ON A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! and i was crazy once.. ! HAHA. i was literally screaming my head off. then we practised FEU DE JOIE with nishanthi! I LIKE RECITING THOSE LIT VERSES. if lit was about drama, then i will take lit. so fun! (: SOUR SKITTLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK HAS BEEN TIRING AND EXTREMELY DRAINING. i screwed geog, once again. and im going to fail eeemath and chem. HOW SURPRISING! i seriously hope i wont fail. ): SYF IS SO ROCKING! FEU DE JOIE, cant believe we're actually performing that drill. so happy! and KATHLEEN, see that? our whole platoon including some part bs will be marching in GOH, carrying rifles, wearing no.1. thats what we always wanted. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr's sports day. so not looking forward to it. it will be boring, esp when garde is leading now. ixora might not be champion house. maybe cos of our class, so shitty. aye, i regret. should have just taken part in whatever events. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life doesnt wait for you, well, you just have to catch up with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cant regret too, can we? too late. i regret taking this combi. GEOG SUCKS! why did i even choose this in the first place? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, GOODNIGHT. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[hello spiderman! (:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114554599683202957?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114554599683202957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114554599683202957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114554599683202957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114554599683202957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-we-can-finally-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114508234614302796</id><published>2006-04-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T14:25:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;DONT POOL ARD! if you want to PAINT,just PAINT! 1 2 3 4 PAINT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohboy! i sure do miss SYF practices, though we only went for one trng? hahha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where is yr boy tonight? i hope he is a gentleman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so sleepy and tired. and jessica is always changing her nickname. AHAHA. msn 8.0 is fun! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yuanting wants to get contacts. i want to wear braces. im feeling random. OHWEELLLLLLSSSSSSSSS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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/16115748-114508234614302796?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114508234614302796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114508234614302796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114508234614302796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114508234614302796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-pool-ard-if-you-want-to-paintjust.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114500234142741944</id><published>2006-04-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:12:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i take back my words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine is nice to drink. REALLY! in the pastover meal, we had to drink wine (alcohol content 17.5%). we had to drink four cups, and i drank zoa's share! (: but i guess i drank a little bit too much? i turned veryred and started itching all over. IM DRUNK. ohwell, i want to drink more next time. i shall start learning how to drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy i can sleep. FINALLY. the thought of the many upcoming tests is scaring me though. nvm, at least i can talk during lessons. YAAY, the only thing that keeps me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY PLTMATES! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they keep me going on. they teach me tamil and malay! (: im glad im not running for sports day anymore. remove these unnecessary stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hate cheaters? YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that my posts these few days so angsty. dont worry, im good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;: im not chaodao. WHO IS THE MOST DAOER LAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kathleen&lt;/strong&gt;: act dead? i thought we were always dead. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gillian&lt;/strong&gt;: YES! i was from nativity. it was dinner! but my cookies were my dinner lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lilin&lt;/strong&gt;: hahha, yeah. i saw mrs foong and herself last night during holy thursday mass. thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kahlehh&lt;/strong&gt;: hahah! pushes up specs- anyway, lets take 163 together next friday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joleen&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, thankyouverymuch. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jessica!&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha, six-pack my FOOT. all combined together to form a whole lump of fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIANGweiting&lt;/strong&gt;: hahah, thanks. (:&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;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/16115748-114500234142741944?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114500234142741944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114500234142741944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114500234142741944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114500234142741944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-take-back-my-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114485058162731410</id><published>2006-04-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:03:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats yr damn fucking problem lar. I AM SO DAMN TIRED OF EVERYTHING ALRD OKAY.  like my life's that great? I DONT HAVE TO SEE YR DAMNED FACE WHEN I COME HOME. im so tired, yet i have work to do. I DONT NEED YOU TO SCREAM AT MY FACE. not like i have a choice RIGHT!? and FYI, THOSE WERE NOT CROCODILE TEARS. and i really dont need or WANT to see that fucking face of yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a day off. can i? )))))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114485058162731410?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114485058162731410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114485058162731410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114485058162731410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114485058162731410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-yr-damn-fucking-problem-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114458525716075370</id><published>2006-04-09T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:20:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just so you know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're on your own now believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just watch it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114458525716075370?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114458525716075370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114458525716075370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114458525716075370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114458525716075370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-guess-that-this-is-where-weve-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114456835904510698</id><published>2006-04-09T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:39:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAMPFIRE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE had conite prac! finally decided on what to do. but wells, i was very stoned that period of time. then we went for DINNER! pat gillian and i had tauhuey. when we were walking there, we heard this PIAK sound. and two lizards were together on the ground. naturally, we screamed la. duh. yeah, that uncle said we were noisy. wth. and so, we ate our tauhuey and looked for that biscuit shop! and i bought biscuits! SO CHEAP! the school cheat our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to macs to look for the rest and we rushed back to school. VERY HIGH MOOD! and my dirty lil secret was by my side all the time. the guys damn despo, so annoying. walking ard with kathleen the whole time. then did the 5 ITEMS, or rather, TRIED. so stupid. im going to fail standing broad jump. DIE. went home with kelly sarahteh and yuyuan. supposed to walk ard cp. but we were tired. my 163 came. and kelly had to wait for tenyears for her 372. HAHAH! LALA. i ate my biscuits in the bus. very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DIRTY LIL SECRET! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to nativity today. i saw all my childhood friends, this made me regret for abandoning my church and going to stfrancis. well, i miss them. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114456835904510698?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114456835904510698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114456835904510698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114456835904510698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114456835904510698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/campfire-charlie-had-conite-prac.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114416054727278992</id><published>2006-04-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:22:27.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMS!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths can kill ruin destroy my mood. but it wasnt that bad? just that i wasnt smiling. then safiah said that it was the first time she saw me not smiling. HAH! pat kathleen and myself wanted to go home early. all packed and ready, but it started to pour. what fate. waited until five plus. SHESH! did our work, mostly maths. its damn annoying. i like to do those that i can do. obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are getting so contradictory nowadays. i cant get used to it. or rather, it happens all the time. &lt;strong&gt;WHY LIKE THAT AH!?&lt;/strong&gt; i dont like it at all. it always makes me think so much, out of the box. makes me wna scream like some moronic ass. nvm, when was i not crazy? pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DISLIKE geog. no matter how hard i study for it, i always never scored well. WTHECK! 3N is always being compared to &lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt; classes. damn encouraging right? rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we live such fragile lives&lt;br /&gt;it's the best way we survive&lt;br /&gt;i go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;just to &lt;strong&gt;waste&lt;/strong&gt; my time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i even see you? or was it just that crazy hallucination. that im thinking too much. that im turning bonkers. anytime soon. oh WOW. can feel those white hairs sprouting out from my scalp. pulling it all out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll find this title on the next morning's STRAITS TIMES,&lt;br /&gt;" NATALIE FOUND DEAD NEXT TO A PILE OF TEXTBOOKS. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? due to studying too much. HAHAHAH, sorry. im crapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114416054727278992?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114416054727278992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114416054727278992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114416054727278992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114416054727278992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/04/screams-maths-can-kill-ruin-destroy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114381905052300413</id><published>2006-03-31T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:30:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JESSICA! its not breeding cyber mosquitoes anymore! YAY. i finally changed my skin. after much consideration. WAHAH. so crappy. but OHWELLS!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been exhausting. have been staying back till very late everyday. study, SUPPOSEDLY discussing abt some stuffs. yeah. on mondays, im only looking forward to fridays. its the only day when i can rest. and sleep. I NEED SLEEP! i've been sleeping during lessons these few days. tsk. im sorry mr tan and mrs ong. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was damn crappy. before eng, i went to the 3RD CUBICLE. then i got stuck in that freaking cubicle. and SO, pat told me how to climb out. and i DID it. fine lar. people were laughing at me. 3S people i think. i heard lynette's voice. i was stuck in there for abt five to ten minutes. late for english. whatever. before geog, i went back there. wanting to climb back in to unlock the door. lyana told me how. I FEEL DUMB! stupid. then people were outside the cubicles? when i jumped up, they screamed. WTHeck. so i just jumped down. i only climbed back in after school. YAY! i did it. but had abrasion on my arms lar. pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, lets seee. we did quite alot of constructive stuffs. AYYEEE! then no more cream biscuits! ): had to buy peanut butter biscuits instead. stupid! i was so sad that the aunty dont have cream biscuits anymore. nvm, at least i ate one pkt of it today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELLY is so funny! she has lots of jokes to share with us. kathleen scared me. WTHeck. i cant believe she rly tricked me. damn scary. okay, asked my dad to pick me up, ONCE AGAIN. ate dinner. blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've quite a number of tests next week. need to study during this weekend. YAWNS- and the speech. pfttt! not much homework! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear more jokes frm kelly! gillian is GAY! HAHAH! she is a girl who is a bung and she's trying to act girly. and i dont know how she came up with the idea that after eating smelly tofu, yr fart wld be smelly too. HAHAH! okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE! and dont keep asking me why i nvr update cos i did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114381905052300413?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114381905052300413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114381905052300413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114381905052300413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114381905052300413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/jessica-its-not-breeding-cyber.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114320550703921780</id><published>2006-03-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:12:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PFT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposedly a good day for me, or rather i was looking forward to it. what a disappointment LAR. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SO! i enjoy sprinting. but im afraid if i cant meet people's expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing people around me so sad, i feel sad also okay. i see you cry, i want to ask you why. but i dont think its that appropriate. wth, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy that feeling. BUT, im too restricted to actually appreciate it. ohwell, might as else not give us that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ophir tee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/Picture%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/320/Picture%20168.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that nonstop flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/Picture%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/Picture%20174.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/320/Picture%20174.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/518/1600/Picture%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss that period of time? and people's nonsense. HAHAH! aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im practically typing nonsense here. okay. till the next time, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114320550703921780?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114320550703921780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114320550703921780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114320550703921780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114320550703921780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/pft.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114240403628114935</id><published>2006-03-15T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:27:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its tonight.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it. im off to climb a mountain and im going to have &lt;strong&gt;MOUNTAINS &lt;/strong&gt;of fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S PARADE IS SO FUN! chan mali chan hoihoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,ihope ms thang can sit next to me so that she can teach me chemical bonding. which thk DIDNT. and expect us to sit a test on it? wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE PEOPLE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114240403628114935?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114240403628114935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114240403628114935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114240403628114935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114240403628114935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114215680872859173</id><published>2006-03-12T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:46:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't. ( hahah, chemology. thk's favourite word. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAY! we are done with the speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rly like the " at the beginning" song. SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like school holidays. can i go back to school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114215680872859173?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114215680872859173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114215680872859173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114215680872859173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114215680872859173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-faith-there-is-enough-light-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114209219319691066</id><published>2006-03-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:49:53.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh,thanks a lot man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114209219319691066?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114209219319691066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114209219319691066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114209219319691066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114209219319691066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/ehthanks-lot-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114207172860430627</id><published>2006-03-11T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:08:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY'S BEACH CLEANING WAS SO FUN! yay! i simply enjoyed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though me arica miangjoo and nurin collected only less than half the trashbag, it was okay lar. hahah! the beach was qte nice. arica miangjoo and i tried to get a tan after eating applepie. sat down and chatted abt weird stuff. headed for town with jaime yingying and felicia. but yingying&amp; felicia left earlier. TRIED looking for that darn pencilcase for jaime. but she couldnt find it. after we saw someone! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mother said i lost weight. HAHAHAH! im so happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining heavily with thunder&amp;lightning. how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i dropped my brownie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to prepare that speech. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sry if i treated you like shit/crap/dirt whatsoever. im not a nice friend? yes. i'll try to make that effort to change my attitude towards you. BUT, im not obliged to be ohsonice to you/everyone all the time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS, SO DO I.&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/16115748-114207172860430627?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114207172860430627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114207172860430627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114207172860430627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114207172860430627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/todays-beach-cleaning-was-so-fun-yay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114199439530405232</id><published>2006-03-10T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:39:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school alrd. im so disappointed that kathleen sunm and hazwani couldnt join us for this trip. nvm,there's still phase2. ): next wed, mt ophir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately we didnt have much hols hw,still dread it. after school, pat sarahj nurin yangyang went to ecp i think. forgot who. i had no mood lar. so i went to pp macs with kathleen gillian weiting and peirong. ohman, fastfood again. crapped a lot. peichun bought 500grams of peanutbutter biscuits for only 3DOLLARS! WTH! i like kelly's specs! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not prepared for the upcoming events and stuff. so fast,its alrd coming to mid-MARCH. i find it pretty hard to accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never dreaming how our dreams would come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now here we stand unafraid of the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THREE-NOBLE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this crazy over oac feeling will die off soon. I WANT TO GO AGAIN! with my sec two classmates. we'll rock! dreams are just dreams anw. shesh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114199439530405232?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114199439530405232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114199439530405232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114199439530405232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114199439530405232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-school-alrd.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114187559436435049</id><published>2006-03-09T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:43:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OAC OAC OAC! i love it. A LOT A LOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can i go through it again? ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYONE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i heard sharron scolding,quite weird. but it was alright! quite fun! but we were quite dead. first day what. but N3 and Z1 bonded! very fun! i made a new friend, lauren. HAHA! I LOVE CAMPFOOD! so nice, i ate a lot. nighthike was so nice! enjoy the nightsky, and the weird insects. really weird. then i bathed at the squatting toilet there,with the hose. ITS BETTER THAN BATHING IN THE PROPER TOILETS I TEL YOU! i felt secure, at least. NIGHTCAP ROCKS MY FORKS! (HAHA!) the milo is nice lar, INSTRUCTOR SURIA! but its not up to sgt shamida's standard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYTWO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DID HE! YAAAAY! my fav was HUG-A-BUOY! see felicia! i rmbed. i did the swinging log later on. SO SCARY LARRR! but ldr karmun and ldr rachel cheered me on! i dont like this one. so scary. i was the first one that did zipline! very fun! i did the rockwall and abseiling too! when i was spotting dontknowwho, the instructor ivan suddenly came and asked me, what did 0 say to 8? goodness,how lame. during the reflection, we sort of had thrashing? yeah, played chop chilli chop! and mapoleh. magdalene is so stone la! hahah! &lt;strong&gt;I LIKE MAPOLEH!&lt;/strong&gt; esp the ghost and chicken one. ((: but my mood wasnt good then. OH, CONHWA CAME BACK! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYTHREE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire prep was damn fun! &lt;strong&gt;3NOBLE REALLY BONDED&lt;/strong&gt;. I LOVE 3N! the pet rocket was damn funny lar! i grped with jaime felicia yingying and eileen. i had to launch the rocket. ms thang said our fins were unique. ahhaah! ronniegoh was there. (kathleen..) i was wet? but our rocket flew quite far! not bad lar. but the second try sucked. boo. fieldcooking was so scary! so lil time. decisions had to be made. how annoying. but our friedchicken was &lt;strong&gt;damn nice&lt;/strong&gt;! YAAY! husna jaime and i were cooking it. conhwa and maisarah helped marinate it and gerilynn and yingying were cutting it. mr toh said it was nice! :D knots and lashings quite fun! instructor kathleen was funny. HAH! N2's shelter was so funny lar! HAHAH! NOBLE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYFOUR!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go on a cruise. but we didnt. ohwells. wasnt a good day. labrador challenge quite fun. i think ldr ruixian is nice((: blahblah, dont wish to say what happened. glad everything was over. astronomy was damn boring. only saw a computerized suuposed saturn. SO FAKE! and there were no stars. only saw mars and a few stars. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAYFIVE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day for me alrd. campfire night. SO SAD!): amazing race was fun! ldr sumitra so funny! :DD the busride was funny too,in sentosa. EXPRESSIONS ROCKED! NOBLE's collage so nice and pretty! and unique too! YAYY! then we slacked. played the thousandleggedworm game that chief taught. cheered also! peep into the window what wld people say? HAHA! haryani was so cool! i lost my voice. SO FUN! then we went back to our dorms to sleep. i was lazy to take out my slping bag so i slept with conhwa. then chief asked me, both of yall like each other so much that yall have to sleep tgt? NO! we chatted fora while then both of us slept for a while. campfire was fun, instructor yiying! their jokes were so lame but amusing. i really hated it when yiying had to say that the ncgirls had to leave. I REALLY MISSSED OAC!! my dad came to pick me up, then he drove me to mcd and i ate fries&amp;amp;mcchicken! ((: so full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thats OAC for me. i miss it. I LOVE NOBLE! the journey we had tgt was so memorable. sad times, happy ones too. thought some people was so freaking annoying, i dont care. THE INSTRUCTORS AND LEADERS ROCK! they made OAC SO FUN! esp inst jessica peichun kathleen lyana kelly wanning. I RLY APPRECIATED WHAT YALL DID!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEA! FLEA FLY! FLEAFLY NOBLE! NOBLE! we are NOBLE VERY VERY NOBLE! woohoo! &lt;strong&gt;IM SOO HAPPY THAT NOBLE WON BEST CLASS&lt;/strong&gt;! i think we deserve it. we put in our effort. A LOT. im glad everyone of us did too. to those we took the initiative to do stuff, like our class identity. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS!&lt;/strong&gt; to EVERYONE who contributed their voices to cheer and be super ENTHU! YAAY! i'll nvr forget oac '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you can say what you want lar. we wont be taunted by your words. COS NOBLE ROCKS! WE WON, we proved you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOBLE3 ROCKS!! so fun! cos our beloved inst kathleen so nice right? HAAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad oac's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liferange was okay! CONGRATS TO THOSE WHO GOT MARKSMAN! and those who almost did it, hahah! CHARLIE ROCKS TOO! we talked a lot, maybe cos we cldnt catch up with each other during that 6 days. we were so noisy! I LIKEEEE! i can go on talking and talking abt oac! yaay! and i will miss &lt;strong&gt;NIGHTCAP!!&lt;/strong&gt; I MISS BISCUIT! NOBLE SO GREEDY!! I MISS THE KITCHEN DEPT! HAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAAAY!YAAY!YAAAAY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH! kathleen sunm and hazwani are going for mt ophir too! its next wed, how fast! but they didnt go for trngs! unfair. nvm, maybe i lost weight? trngs were fun! (: i cant wait for mtophir. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE OAC! (:&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/16115748-114187559436435049?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114187559436435049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114187559436435049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114187559436435049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114187559436435049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/03/oac-oac-oac-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114087887357340607</id><published>2006-02-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:47:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;doooooodles- draw draw draw draw draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gillian dropped her ice-cream cake at isadora's house. HAHAH! isadora's ex-neighbour called sweeleng xiuling. over-friendly people are scary. sunm so crappy. yuanting so anti-social. isadora's youngest brother look like her. and she plays the organ so well its scary. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALA. stone stone stone stone stone. time passes so quickly, how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day, i will go to the beach and scream. okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114087887357340607?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114087887357340607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114087887357340607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114087887357340607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114087887357340607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114035219718628278</id><published>2006-02-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:29:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CUT MY HAIR! GRINS-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiying's hair was like normal, slightly shorter. today was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;i think i know too much stuff, quite a burden. but THEN AGAIN! who doesnt want to know? HAH! i dont want to do my chinese. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! sarahjoseph likes that song too! WOOHOO. im feeling quite high now! i hope next week will be a good one. i dont want to feel so f-up again. so stressed, depressing. and my results so demoralising. i wna kill mrs chang/chan/chia and ms tan wm. i loathe them. i dont want to fail maths or my sciences. and humans too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THAT MY MP3 doesnt die on me! BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114035219718628278?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114035219718628278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114035219718628278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114035219718628278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114035219718628278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cut-my-hair-grins-yiyings-hair-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114018483704250672</id><published>2006-02-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:07:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT BACK MR SURESH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so that people can pass amaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114018483704250672?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114018483704250672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114018483704250672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114018483704250672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114018483704250672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-back-mr-suresh-so-that-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-114007301812086509</id><published>2006-02-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:28:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so fun receiving,giving presents. hugs too(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this few days have not been good. im lacking rest. i wonder how some people manage to balance their cca&amp;studies so well. hmm,nvm. i'll be good. maybe its just temporary. i hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I WANT MORE CHOCOLATES! that sweet luscious taste! HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many homework,tests and more camps coming up! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 FEB - training at hq for mtophir.&lt;br /&gt;2 MARCH - training again.&lt;br /&gt;3-8 MARCH - OAC (:&lt;br /&gt;8 MARCH - life-range ( leaving labrador on the night of 7MARCH)&lt;br /&gt;15-19 MARCH - mt ophir (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have specs course, unit camp, confirmation camp, i think thats about it. oh, c&amp;amp;c test too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so disappointing. ): i'll work harder.&lt;br /&gt;frowns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to absolutely no one&lt;br /&gt;Coudn't keep to myself enough&lt;br /&gt;And the things bottled inside had finally begun&lt;br /&gt;To create so much pressure that I'd soon blow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard the reverberating footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Syncing up to the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I was positive that unless I got myself together&lt;br /&gt;I would watch me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let that happen again&lt;br /&gt;Cause then you'll see my heart in the saddest state it's ever been&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;this is no place to live my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADACHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-114007301812086509?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/114007301812086509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=114007301812086509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114007301812086509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/114007301812086509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113973526395390296</id><published>2006-02-12T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:07:43.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sarahj loves to contradict herself. please la! she said that im materialistic. and she demands a v-day present from me. i'll just give you one fruit plus. im serious. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one less noise-maker on monday. my brother is leaving for his p5 camp. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLD&lt;/strong&gt;. not wimp. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113973526395390296?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113973526395390296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113973526395390296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113973526395390296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113973526395390296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/sarahj-loves-to-contradict-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113965827353859511</id><published>2006-02-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:44:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! i am so happy. kathleen kong finally bought my valentine's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUANTING! ((: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i headed for town today with lynette and jo to get seon's present. SO NICE! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LALALALA. charlie '06 is united. yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYE! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113965827353859511?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113965827353859511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113965827353859511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113965827353859511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113965827353859511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-i-am-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113958126697937279</id><published>2006-02-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:26:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sleepy. so many people are falling sick. esp sarahj. can smack her ass lar. on a rainy day, she walked to pp macs, so cold, and she ate mcflurry! and her nose ran. UNTIL! i shouted "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;encik maziah&lt;/span&gt;!" she thought i was playing a joke lar. shesh! so she decided to stay on while cheryl and i left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to those who scored so well for their o levels. ((:&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day is coming! and i have not bought anything yet. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i slept in the evening(almost slept on the floor) until almost nine. im supposed to feel more refreshed but im feeling so dead. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE FRIDAYS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on feb 11,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRAZY PARTNER! BRING MORE SWEETS NEXT TIME! and dont chew on it so quickly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA. (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113958126697937279?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113958126697937279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113958126697937279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113958126697937279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113958126697937279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113846519735677749</id><published>2006-01-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:19:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM HAPPY. LALALA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know tomorrow will be a better day. i &lt;strong&gt;know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113846519735677749?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113846519735677749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113846519735677749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113846519735677749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113846519735677749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113836681094594185</id><published>2006-01-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:00:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt come online for a pretty long time. too busy? okay. this is going to be short. HMM, some people think of weird weird stuffs? i dont understand them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMT was okay? I WASTED MY DELIBERATE! gosh, very sad. but still passed? pft. school was alright? physics test was easy. had a good lunch? it was not bad. OH! thanks seon&amp;mum. for that angpao. hahah. and yes, i will not think that way of you anymore. cos my impression of you changed. so disgusting. pukes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It takes some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I can forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as my heart stops breakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anticipating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as forever is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remembering times gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Promises we once made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RAAAH! she's leaving. i will miss her a lot. nvm,its only four days? im so contradicting. very contradicting, i scare myself sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i was pretty freaked out by the wushu girl and her disciple! hahaha, so cute! i was sitting next to the aisle and they were like kicking all over the place. fascinating. quite scared. i could see yuanting's expression too. HAHAH! magdalene's too. and so! after the physics test, we went to canteen. we saw maam khalis and staff peiying (: i think pat and sarahj heard some freaky noise. GOODNESS! so scary. those choir girls shouldnt sing in toilets. freaked us out. the healthychoice uncle told us that there were people inside. it was like WOOOOOOOOOOH WOOOOOOOOH. sarahj said it was the a-somethingsomething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. it isnt that short. im quite tired. should catch up with my sleep that i've lost. im sure everyone lost it too. rest well everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113836681094594185?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113836681094594185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113836681094594185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113836681094594185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113836681094594185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-didnt-come-online-for-pretty-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113793153649907782</id><published>2006-01-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:19:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy, you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;If you've got troubles,&lt;br /&gt;I've got 'em too&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you&lt;br /&gt;We stick together and can see it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, and as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship will never die&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna see it's our destiny&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to school. to study amaths. learn more abt surds. and to rush through my work. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youre a VERY nice person, silly person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113793153649907782?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113793153649907782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113793153649907782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113793153649907782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113793153649907782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/boy-youve-got-friend-in-me-yeah-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113776824941701991</id><published>2006-01-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:44:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;go on&lt;/strong&gt;, go on pissing me off like you always do.  cos i dont give a hoot about what's going on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;you can say your life sucks. whatever. cos mine aint perfect either. you can go on acting like a stupid fool, be at everyone's beck&amp; call except mine. you may say its all f-ing genuine. but i think  otherwise. i'll continue with the stupid game of ours, since you've started it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved rocking class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113776824941701991?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113776824941701991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113776824941701991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113776824941701991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113776824941701991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-on-go-on-pissing-me-off-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113764900224066046</id><published>2006-01-19T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:36:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;reply tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANYI: hahaha. really! you didnt tell me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arica: hahaha. today's belay school was nice and i didnt look pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaime- : he is CUTE what! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahj. : im alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having english again! woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113764900224066046?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113764900224066046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113764900224066046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113764900224066046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113764900224066046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/reply-tags-yanyi-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113757461964988164</id><published>2006-01-18T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:56:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAWN LEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. (tsktsk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YES, my mood was great! except for the fact that my pltmates are out there exercising,most probably practising their c&amp;c while im here at home doing nothing. I WANT TO GO FOR PARADE! thanks to my gastric man. nvm, as what pat said. there's still next week. skipping one parade means a less chance to lose weight! pftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics so fun! mr ronniegoh made it pretty interesting. all the calculations and stuff. i dont like thk's new hairstyle. so bald. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt drink coffee today, cos im supposed to avoid milk. felt so dead without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS PRETTY SLACK! first period chinese, then physics. after recess was emaths, english(in the lab!) and geog in the library. then CE! so fun seeing my class working so well together. and so, me,nurin and arica were helping to put up the paper on the board. and then later helped lyana charlene haryani and banu i think? to cut some more paper. initially, i was helping yuanting to cut fishes. hahaha. most of them are yuanting's and my work. so fun! i want to cut again. esp during emaths. i will use my PENKNIFE! (: so convenient.  and so, after the bell rung. aishwarya(?) eva and someone else i cant rmb helped to put the streamers outside. so nice! hahahha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay 3N!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! lyana and i secretly went to blogs and I NOT STUPID TOO website during english. and SHAWN LEE IS SO CUTE. so tall! hahahha. looks like an 18yrold kid. tsktsktsk! but yuanting says that he is not her cup of tea. LOL. played with her the whole day, tsktsktsk. she is so childish,HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIANGJOO! hahaha,alright. now i dont think youve got a indo slang. A BIT only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TOMORROW WILL BE A BETTER DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yay. takecare all of&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113757461964988164?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113757461964988164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113757461964988164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113757461964988164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113757461964988164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/shawn-lee-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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-16115748.post-113755453240121222</id><published>2006-01-18T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:22:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/about/press/about_press_bio.jhtml#3"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/about/press/about_press_bio.jhtml#3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://achievement.org/autodoc/page/win0bio-1"&gt;http://achievement.org/autodoc/page/win0bio-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woopidoo.com/biography/oprah-winfrey.htm"&gt;http://woopidoo.com/biography/oprah-winfrey.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the websites for our english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH! I LIKE SHAWN LEE! and lyana likes JOSHUA ANG! yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16115748-113755453240121222?l=natalie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/feeds/113755453240121222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16115748&amp;postID=113755453240121222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113755453240121222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16115748/posts/default/113755453240121222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalie-.blogspot.com/2006/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10944101275896724818</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>
