<?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-23395027</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:04:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~joyous spirit~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-2648552209910197485</id><published>2009-08-28T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:53:28.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont think anyone comes here to read anymore. but haiyo. i really beh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i found out that my entire folder has been wiped clean from the reformatting. everything that was mine on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's gone.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;documents that i keep for rememberance sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recipes!&lt;br /&gt;- sigh i should have written them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos, photos and more photos!!&lt;br /&gt;-ss gatherings&lt;br /&gt;- family gatherings&lt;br /&gt;- pictures with pearly and su-ann over the years&lt;br /&gt;- camwhoring moments with the aunty&lt;br /&gt;- and ALOT MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, some through hard work can be gotten back by asking around. but there are some that just cant be retrieved. things that only i had a copy of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like&lt;br /&gt;-the video of tata when she was really small saying my name over and over again&lt;br /&gt;- photos with my cousins when we were at the park&lt;br /&gt;- random shots of sceneries&lt;br /&gt;- little kids whom now are pretty big&lt;br /&gt;- and ALOT MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my memories. sigghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of that is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i is sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-2648552209910197485?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/2648552209910197485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=2648552209910197485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2648552209910197485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2648552209910197485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-think-anyone-comes-here-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-3494670178268273930</id><published>2008-12-13T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:43:55.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo dadoo da</title><content type='html'>Sup world! The Pei Pei doesn't know I'm blogging today. Teehee. Technically, I was asked to. Lol. It seems my blogging is much in demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Nat is thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My bum hurts. Camp was awesome. Danielle is so nice, like seriously. I'm so honoured to be in her queendom."&lt;/span&gt; *dreamy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; recently. Like, everyone came back from camp on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; right? She went on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Stayover. With some photo thing. Yes, Nat, when you finally read this, I be stalking you. Teehee. Been studying from my Master Stalker,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Su-lyn &lt;/span&gt;the Scary. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nat was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; tissue girl&lt;/span&gt;. Discreetly stuffed tissues into people's hands during prayer today. Nat also played&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; futsal &lt;/span&gt;this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously sound like I'm stalking her. Haha. But I don't know what to write. I shall pester her to write about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt;. =D My methods are quite successful, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-3494670178268273930?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3494670178268273930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=3494670178268273930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3494670178268273930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3494670178268273930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/12/doo-dadoo-da.html' title='doo dadoo da'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-4954437758446627773</id><published>2008-10-11T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:16:19.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so. i haven't been blogging. i'm here now to defy kien and put rhys' request(demand) up.&lt;br /&gt;we went to avillion PD a few weeks back. daddy had a free trip there, technically. twas a really nice place lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPfeD72I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BNPPp0_EWvw/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPfeD72I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BNPPp0_EWvw/s400/P1010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255887948263714658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we stayed at the water chalet. we couldnt hear the waves lapping onto the shore but the stars at night are simply brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPCcwKzI/AAAAAAAAAds/lKmpkBPxxsw/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPCcwKzI/AAAAAAAAAds/lKmpkBPxxsw/s400/P1010054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255887940473596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;low tide as seen from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPD2ptWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Sf-TBShvmGY/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPD2ptWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Sf-TBShvmGY/s400/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255887940850660706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our toilet was open-aired. so beside the shower if you look up, you'll see the sky and the sea below. there's a window after that to block it off from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmw_nuIJI/AAAAAAAAAck/tjnesKzLdTs/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmw_nuIJI/AAAAAAAAAck/tjnesKzLdTs/s400/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255884125783335058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they provided&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; organic&lt;/span&gt; shampoos and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmxKKpmNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/BxLFN2WBUgw/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmxKKpmNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/BxLFN2WBUgw/s400/P1010077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255884128614193362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they had notices like these also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCod-X24wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/K1PAlS1htEE/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCod-X24wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/K1PAlS1htEE/s400/P1010085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255885998054105858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everytime my brother saw this, he would just waste water. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClqEKaDDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/i17lAkY--28/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClqEKaDDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/i17lAkY--28/s400/P1010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255882907231849522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only people 18 and above are allowed to enter. apparently it's for people who doesnt want noise and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClqVC5DlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/94BbMwLAGHY/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClqVC5DlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/94BbMwLAGHY/s400/P1010084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255882911763730002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tadaa. the adults' pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPq1YWHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/o9Nmlmw-HTU/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPq1YWHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/o9Nmlmw-HTU/s400/P1010066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255887951314311282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is our kiddy pool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCjz7NnDwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Oi3Cy3iEld8/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCjz7NnDwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Oi3Cy3iEld8/s400/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255880877604802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nick and steph in the small jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmxhI_UjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wmArSQAQDNo/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmxhI_UjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wmArSQAQDNo/s400/P1010113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255884134781243954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they provided 'water sports' free too. we tried it out. it's hard to get it out to the sea. the waves kept on pushing us back in. before we got out proper, we were all wet dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCj00cXM7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ygB8f-hr_tE/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCj00cXM7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ygB8f-hr_tE/s400/P1010118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255880892967498674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we built a fotress/castle/volcano thing. i actually wished i had my old beach toys with me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCj0SePjtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nkso-Ah7AEQ/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCj0SePjtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nkso-Ah7AEQ/s400/P1010115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255880883848580818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i sorta climbed a tree. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmxajlLVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/U95OZxM0yBw/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCmxajlLVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/U95OZxM0yBw/s400/P1010105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255884133013728594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the way to dinner, we say a couple taking wedding photos. and pearly goes, 'eeyer.. so dirty lahhh.. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClpQqIhjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OU8ASWpl5ns/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClpQqIhjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OU8ASWpl5ns/s400/P1010094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255882893406275122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh oh. we saw a bird in a potted plant. bro thought is was fake till he saw it blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClp62GUFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ac1VcM5uee8/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPClp62GUFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ac1VcM5uee8/s400/P1010095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255882904730751058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we shifted the branch for a closer look and it flew away. then we saw eggs. =)  it was really tiny lah. very cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadaaaa..  my update. expect a loooong wait for the next one lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, yo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-4954437758446627773?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/4954437758446627773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=4954437758446627773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/4954437758446627773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/4954437758446627773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SPCqPfeD72I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BNPPp0_EWvw/s72-c/P1010092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-3134489271082790533</id><published>2008-09-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:11:07.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sup y'all.</title><content type='html'>Hi world! This is Danielle posting on behalf of Nat. She was too lazy to blog, so somehow I was entrusted with the job of posting for her. =) It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Nat went to Kluang. I think. Which is nice. =) There. I've said the recent news in her life, so now I'll switch to what I want to write. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I first met Nat around four to five years back. I think we met at a homeschoolers' gathering. Err. One night, my family went over to her house in Kota Kemuning for dinner. I don't recall what. Steamboat, maybe? Err. Then we went up to their room which still had the bunkbeds and played Charades. =) I still remember Steph trying to do, was it, Jokes? That was funny. =D Good job, Ping Ping. Then we went to FGT so we met up more and yeah. =) Nice times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, we have had a very interesting relationship through the years. Last time, she was distant, aloof. Then somehow, err I started calling her Gnat or something. Very clever if you ask me. =) I mean, Gnat, Nat? You get it? Nevermind. People these days. Then we progressed to the current fave, Pei Pei. Stroke of genius if you ask me. =) Of course, all made by me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I blog on her behalf again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-3134489271082790533?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3134489271082790533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=3134489271082790533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3134489271082790533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3134489271082790533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220211720391739842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being gracious is something really hard to learn,&lt;br /&gt;but it is something i would really like to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-3590294068398969704?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3590294068398969704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=3590294068398969704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3590294068398969704'/><link 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text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;saw the tag in pearly's blog and it looked fun to do. plus, my blog needed an update. hence, *jengjengjen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Name: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natalie ng wei pe&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;also one younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five to seven. depending on the brand lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five feet plus. i dont measure kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kota kemuning. where everything is more peaceful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drink: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none. normally when i go out i'll order barley ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, bacon and ham and eggs would be nice. but ah well *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to langkawi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i was 6 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha. yeah. the malaysian sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stings my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, i dont fall asleep that easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as far as i know, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. was tipping my chair forward and i lost balance. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;o call: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha. never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honestly, none. they're just all in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my inbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh oh . it's three shades of orange and lime green. nice kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;errmm.. sushi. the one which has crabstick inside. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had Chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; pox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i was about 8 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dad said that might be the fake kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what about it? i had it before lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ho. none. not that clumsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister, being nosy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nopety-nopety-no.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice. =) especially when it's cool and windy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha. errrmmm... oh little cousin Tristan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i smile a lot lah or rather laugh. it was over something my dad said just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haaaaah. i yell alot too. was yelling to my bro to do something from upstairs to downstairs, just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TODAY DID YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Talk to someone you like:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i guess. since if i dont like you, i wont really talk to you. edit: i live with my family. i cannot not like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hee. lots of little cute kids. =) edit: oh today then no one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today? nah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hah. no ex also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am still missing tata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes lah. quite a number of different things somemore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is the best feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, roochi is a pink, pirated form of patrick. he's just there lah on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no idea. dont check. n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;othing i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont hate any whos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.55 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is there a person who is on your mind right now: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foo kar kien i suppose. im talking to him online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as mentioned above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hee hee. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i smile to myself. i la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugh more. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; as a matter of fact, i dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope. they are nice and clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i dont really care lah. as long as it's comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haiyo. dinner i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i be a bridesmaid, get married, plan a bestfriends wedding, get kids, the list can go on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last month kuaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont think so. but if you're my friend, ooh, i can be loo-uud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss twinkle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ight now?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what feelings? i have feelings for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who.. oh. goh jarrett. yes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha. im not so mischevious lah. but i think i could do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Can you handle the truth?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Are you too forgiving?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes, i think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends. mom maybe, since i see her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How many people can you say you've really l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oved?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite a number. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i feel there's a lot of junk in me. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahah. zilch. the reason is somewhere up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh definately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends. lately, just myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since im at home most of the time, definately loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a whole, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hee. fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;nish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SGUHJPfkliI/AAAAAAAAASU/zmmE1SDS4gY/s1600-h/hoo+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SGUHJPfkliI/AAAAAAAAASU/zmmE1SDS4gY/s400/hoo+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216583598737757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss wednesday nights together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-8230496137756607939?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/8230496137756607939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=8230496137756607939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/8230496137756607939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/8230496137756607939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/06/saw-tag-in-pearlys-blog-and-it-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/SGUHJPfkliI/AAAAAAAAASU/zmmE1SDS4gY/s72-c/hoo+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-415387794318442709</id><published>2008-06-09T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:54:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i need to hear running water when i'm washing the toilets. if not, i'll feel yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. kien's going to taunt me about the psychological part of my mind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more irritated note,&lt;br /&gt;the drilling due to renovations two houses away is driving me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN-SAAAAAAAANE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-415387794318442709?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/415387794318442709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=415387794318442709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/415387794318442709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/415387794318442709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-realized-that-i-need-to-hear-running.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-8158269243963898594</id><published>2008-06-02T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:34:15.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hee hee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lovely time with the willeengs at kahang/kluang. we laughed lots and had tons of fun together as usual. for this gathering, i was the organizer and the self-appointed photographer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETxzb8J2WI/AAAAAAAAARs/TQNmQKtlF-k/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETxzb8J2WI/AAAAAAAAARs/TQNmQKtlF-k/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207552935122819426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you see, even in pictures they annoy each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETxz78J2XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tjqiDwWzHl4/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETxz78J2XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tjqiDwWzHl4/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207552943712754034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"everybody, smile!"&lt;br /&gt;"talie, how come you're not in?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETx0L8J2YI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8TMgAoiSTKw/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETx0L8J2YI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8TMgAoiSTKw/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207552948007721346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nick and joan rafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETx0b8J2ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/buVZDiHTsF4/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETx0b8J2ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/buVZDiHTsF4/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207552952302688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the path where we cycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETuzL8J2QI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/P-CcqBGeais/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETuzL8J2QI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/P-CcqBGeais/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549632292968706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ate raw organic lady's fingers. it was not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETuzb8J2RI/AAAAAAAAARE/VJv9vAmTVto/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETuzb8J2RI/AAAAAAAAARE/VJv9vAmTVto/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549636587936018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"take that, take that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETuzr8J2SI/AAAAAAAAARM/HCm5frJqvpE/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETuzr8J2SI/AAAAAAAAARM/HCm5frJqvpE/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549640882903330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i managed to snap a dragonfly after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETu0b8J2TI/AAAAAAAAARU/N_kS4WXkzNI/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETu0b8J2TI/AAAAAAAAARU/N_kS4WXkzNI/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549653767805234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the rafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETu0r8J2UI/AAAAAAAAARc/iKESx20iWkU/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETu0r8J2UI/AAAAAAAAARc/iKESx20iWkU/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549658062772546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty purple flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsqL8J2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8G2QiOc-zSM/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsqL8J2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8G2QiOc-zSM/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207547278650890418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paulus lee, not wanting to get wet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsqb8J2MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/N73XLJZDk3g/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsqb8J2MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/N73XLJZDk3g/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207547282945857730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsqr8J2NI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PcyC3bawCyM/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsqr8J2NI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PcyC3bawCyM/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207547287240825042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the adults trying to do a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't look at the camera pose".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsrb8J2OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vCZyZaBjZSg/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsrb8J2OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vCZyZaBjZSg/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207547300125726946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some of us playing cluedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsr78J2PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4MXhRhUdgQY/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETsr78J2PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4MXhRhUdgQY/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207547308715661554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"don't let them see the picture ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp178J2GI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gJn3JAvdqKA/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp178J2GI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gJn3JAvdqKA/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207544181979469922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mommy after completing the obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp2L8J2HI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bV6Bb_Mam2s/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp2L8J2HI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bV6Bb_Mam2s/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207544186274437234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talie not daring to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp2r8J2II/AAAAAAAAAP8/03CYx8Ot8mo/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp2r8J2II/AAAAAAAAAP8/03CYx8Ot8mo/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207544194864371842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunty wendy. off the log and into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp278J2JI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rg3s6wb0dqM/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp278J2JI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rg3s6wb0dqM/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207544199159339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"a caption underneath that says, 'if they can do it, so can you.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp3L8J2KI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-fPyEyshh6A/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETp3L8J2KI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-fPyEyshh6A/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207544203454306466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nick won, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnX78J2BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Jznlgbm7gZo/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnX78J2BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Jznlgbm7gZo/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207541467560138770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were bored after rafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnYb8J2CI/AAAAAAAAAPM/prp75PRN92k/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnYb8J2CI/AAAAAAAAAPM/prp75PRN92k/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207541476150073378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you for the unsent balloon, aunty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnYr8J2DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EthkQkvfH-g/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnYr8J2DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EthkQkvfH-g/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207541480445040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teamwork does it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnZb8J2EI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tc3vN8iBO48/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnZb8J2EI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tc3vN8iBO48/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207541493329942594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnZ78J2FI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2gocQ1OxfpE/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETnZ78J2FI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2gocQ1OxfpE/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207541501919877202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy watching the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETkvb8J18I/AAAAAAAAAOc/y2Z6w_18Qyc/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETkvb8J18I/AAAAAAAAAOc/y2Z6w_18Qyc/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207538572752181186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brotherly love. though before the picture, he tried to push her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETkv78J19I/AAAAAAAAAOk/juyrj-NEKgA/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETkv78J19I/AAAAAAAAAOk/juyrj-NEKgA/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207538581342115794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isaac the crocodile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETkwr8J2AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/adPh2BE2XxQ/s1600-h/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SETkwr8J2AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/adPh2BE2XxQ/s400/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207538594227017730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"the clown of the century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....and he was cursed, becuase he saw paulus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-8158269243963898594?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/8158269243963898594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=8158269243963898594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/8158269243963898594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/8158269243963898594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/06/hee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/SETxzb8J2WI/AAAAAAAAARs/TQNmQKtlF-k/s72-c/WilLeeNg%27s+trip+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-6128832617469951775</id><published>2008-05-14T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:18:47.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have the fluuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was like,&lt;br /&gt;*blow blow*&lt;br /&gt;*put vicks*&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;*blow again*&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeyer jie, enough lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes would be sepet and watery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had better heal by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: you go cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: but why should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: why? cos it's super long that's why. you can pass for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: cheh. but all my boy friends say it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: boyfriends huh? told you you look like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-6128832617469951775?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6128832617469951775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=6128832617469951775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6128832617469951775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6128832617469951775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-fluuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-1581013704089996207</id><published>2008-05-07T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:51:09.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience- accepting a difficult situation from God without giving Him a deadline to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's going to be a hard booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SCF6cWoXAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8eyV5bGO0ho/s1600-h/cute+lil+danielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SCF6cWoXAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8eyV5bGO0ho/s320/cute+lil+danielle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197570072492048706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i want lil danielle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-1581013704089996207?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/1581013704089996207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=1581013704089996207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/1581013704089996207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/1581013704089996207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/SCF6cWoXAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8eyV5bGO0ho/s72-c/cute+lil+danielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-6146538408752838545</id><published>2008-04-22T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:16:15.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the blogskin is a lil too empty on one side. i might change it again but thanks to pearly who helped again anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random pictures lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SBXM3xe7mwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JMPE8aOQ-zg/s1600-h/me+and+joy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SBXM3xe7mwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JMPE8aOQ-zg/s320/me+and+joy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194283003789679362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'll be seeing you soon, aunty. &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SBXM3he7mvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tKsN24KBZ60/s1600-h/natalie+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SBXM3he7mvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tKsN24KBZ60/s320/natalie+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194282999494712050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;done by su-ann the brilliant photoshopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA20uBe7mtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mrI1CQeGRgU/s1600-h/Was+bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA20uBe7mtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mrI1CQeGRgU/s320/Was+bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192004648193202898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken with my handphone in the car when we were high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2zCRe7moI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rf8WA8qB454/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2zCRe7moI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rf8WA8qB454/s320/Picture+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192002797062298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wanna go back to redang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2zCxe7mpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9kv3spgps3g/s1600-h/n695609425_375687_581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2zCxe7mpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9kv3spgps3g/s320/n695609425_375687_581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192002805652232850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this photo is classic. it's ben wiping off shit from his new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2zDBe7mqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9cnJXBeHfok/s1600-h/n693200591_405100_5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2zDBe7mqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9cnJXBeHfok/s320/n693200591_405100_5641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192002809947200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pillow fight with little cousins. its obvious who's going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2xHBe7mlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2OhycEE3tpw/s1600-h/n693200591_405104_6861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2xHBe7mlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2OhycEE3tpw/s320/n693200591_405104_6861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192000679643421266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i look funny, but the picture looks fun. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2xHRe7mmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gPhC1qPJ3UI/s1600-h/n695609425_375708_7316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2xHRe7mmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gPhC1qPJ3UI/s320/n695609425_375708_7316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192000683938388578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of our gaya poses in camerons after coming back from a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vsBe7mfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oNKQD39ov9s/s1600-h/At+least+the+height+is+correct+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vsBe7mfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oNKQD39ov9s/s320/At+least+the+height+is+correct+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191999116275325426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vsBe7mgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lLtfMlMdbyw/s1600-h/me,+kit,+and+the+big+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vsBe7mgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lLtfMlMdbyw/s320/me,+kit,+and+the+big+cam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191999116275325442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss kitkit. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vsRe7mhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TzbJUcsGj_4/s1600-h/185769312l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vsRe7mhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TzbJUcsGj_4/s320/185769312l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191999120570292754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's always a trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vshe7miI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4a579CMYAqo/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vshe7miI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4a579CMYAqo/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191999124865260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our signature emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vtBe7mjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xYmW5gU-0P8/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/SA2vtBe7mjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xYmW5gU-0P8/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191999133455194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a high one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steph: i wanna go camping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat: you? camping?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph: yeah. but must have toilet and heater and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nat: you mean hotel lahh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-6146538408752838545?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6146538408752838545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=6146538408752838545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6146538408752838545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6146538408752838545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogskin-is-lil-too-empty-on-one-side.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/SBXM3xe7mwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JMPE8aOQ-zg/s72-c/me+and+joy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-6709199979620379989</id><published>2008-01-15T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:17:33.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay. i actually planned on not updating anymore. but my dear joy insisted. so i think this will be my last post until a purple moon comes up. and to stop you from complaining, joy, i'll dedicate this post to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysEvIooWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0BfmoBYuvBU/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysEvIooWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0BfmoBYuvBU/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155684870804513122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you remember the number of times i went over to your house when i was little in kluang, and aunty vicki would give us those biscuits from the glass container? the glass containers are still there. or so it was the last time i checked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysE_IooXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zftc9XbHyiQ/s1600-h/me+and+joy+of+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysE_IooXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zftc9XbHyiQ/s320/me+and+joy+of+old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155684875099480434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't really remember where this was. it was a willeeng's gathering i think. but i like this lil picture of us. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqo_IooRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fds-dnwz1eY/s1600-h/point+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqo_IooRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fds-dnwz1eY/s320/point+point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155683294551515410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. and remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqo_IooSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DJtzqTs6nwg/s1600-h/bleahh+joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqo_IooSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DJtzqTs6nwg/s320/bleahh+joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155683294551515426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;particular time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqpPIooTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2r2skhVma4Y/s1600-h/me+n+joy+emo+stone+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqpPIooTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2r2skhVma4Y/s320/me+n+joy+emo+stone+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155683298846482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where we took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqpfIooUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sU7DdT2FXQs/s1600-h/look+up+joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqpfIooUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sU7DdT2FXQs/s320/look+up+joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155683303141450050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the number of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqpvIooVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pyVXmoKwMlM/s1600-h/sticks+out+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4yqpvIooVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pyVXmoKwMlM/s320/sticks+out+tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155683307436417362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;umpteen photographs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. remember joy, a picture says a thousand words. and you know how many pictures i've put up? 7 thousands words saying i love you and miss you. aren't you touched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you continue to grow prettier and ask me, "is my hair messy?" less.&lt;br /&gt;hehehaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysFPIooYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7UjQ5NkjQlI/s1600-h/pretty+joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysFPIooYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7UjQ5NkjQlI/s320/pretty+joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155684879394447746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s remember why we didn't delete this photo? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-6709199979620379989?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6709199979620379989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=6709199979620379989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6709199979620379989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6709199979620379989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/R4ysEvIooWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0BfmoBYuvBU/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-7067116729722115329</id><published>2007-10-30T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:41:55.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay okay. hold up. wait till i transfer the pictures of camerons from the camera to the computer kayyyy.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-7067116729722115329?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/7067116729722115329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=7067116729722115329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/7067116729722115329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/7067116729722115329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-6602051238189194735</id><published>2007-10-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:33:03.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my computer is so&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;SLOOOWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-6602051238189194735?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6602051238189194735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=6602051238189194735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6602051238189194735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/6602051238189194735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-computer-is-so-slooowwww.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-2380260811464650486</id><published>2007-09-18T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:37:47.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what? i love tan ming ming's hugs. it's so full of energy and life. not like some others i know. leanne, she comes to you when you ask for a hug. but that's all. she just stands there and waits patiently for you to finish hugging her. and then there's samantha who tells you outright, "i don't want!" if you ask her why, her all time answer is, "because lah!" this happens quite often. but when i ask tan ming ming for a hug, he comes and clings on and hugs tight tight wan. it's so satisfying. i shall ask him for a hug every week to boost my morale, i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i found something about hugs in my mom's parenting book. she helps out in a mothers bible study. dont ask me what i was doing looking through it. it was just there and i happen to be bored and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hugging is very healthy. it helps the body's immune system. it keeps you healthier. it cures depression and reduces stress. it induces sleep. it is invigorating. it is rejuvenating. it has no unpleasant side effects. hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug. hugging is all natural. it is organic and naturally sweet. it contains no pesticides, preservatives or artificial ingredients, and it is 100% wholsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hugging is pratically perfect. there are no movable parts, no batteries to wear out, no periodic check-ups, no monthly payments, no insurance requirements. it offres no energy consumption and returns a high-energy yield while being inflation-proof, nonfattening, theft-proof, nontaxable, nonpolluting, and fully returnable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hugs*&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/23395027-2380260811464650486?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/2380260811464650486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=2380260811464650486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2380260811464650486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2380260811464650486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what-i-love-tan-ming-mings.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-2040300028960592153</id><published>2007-09-06T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T03:32:38.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are the pictures. resorted to ask joy instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UFwgYvhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kxzygkCuZlc/s1600-h/camera+052[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107033697846607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UFwgYvhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kxzygkCuZlc/s320/camera%2B052%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UGAgYviI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8G24OC5vFFo/s1600-h/camera+053[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107033702141574690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UGAgYviI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8G24OC5vFFo/s320/camera%2B053%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us in air papan's beach during lowtide. we had a mud fight. had sand all over my clothes and hair. sand in my hair. you know how that happened? of course you dont. isaac and jon. they petted my head while saying sorry for throwing sand at me. but they had wet sand in their hands. such hypocrites. honestly. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UGQgYvjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4to1JRXlGQY/s1600-h/Joan%27s+willing%27s.....+019[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107033706436542002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UGQgYvjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4to1JRXlGQY/s320/Joan%2527s%2Bwilling%2527s.....%2B019%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UGggYvkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5O4dYbZ9CV0/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107033710731509314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UGggYvkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5O4dYbZ9CV0/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isnt this cool? haha. we were going through our old photos when we saw this. we called it the sofa picture. we took a sofa picture just last year. with the same seating position. so we thought we should take one last one before we all go off. i didnt put up the photo we took last year because i wasnt looking at the camera. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am still missing you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-2040300028960592153?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/2040300028960592153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=2040300028960592153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2040300028960592153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2040300028960592153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-are-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/Rt_UFwgYvhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kxzygkCuZlc/s72-c/camera%2B052%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-7460813636909903981</id><published>2007-09-03T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:12:20.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to post some pictures of our willeengs get together in kluang, but isaac still owes me the pictures in his camera. and probably will for quite some time. so, please hold. heh. i had a really good time there. especially in mersing. bowling was just achingly-frustrating. haha. the next meet will probably be in a year plus, what with amachi in australia and ah pek in the uk. adding the fact that paulus and jon are planning the next one. oops. haha. missing all you guys anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i happen to come across something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bull hippos have an interesting way of drawing attention to themselves. they intimidate rivals and impress females by using their short, flat tails as paddles to fling their feces about when they defecate. the bull who throws the most excrement the farthest in the shortest period of time draws the most attention to himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;interesting? hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-7460813636909903981?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/7460813636909903981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=7460813636909903981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/7460813636909903981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/7460813636909903981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-3074786536632380861</id><published>2007-08-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:25:35.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning my brother called me to come from the porch. i was way behind in the kitchen, mind you. yeah. we sorta yell in the house. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i came out and saw nick and steph playing with this lil ginger-orange kitten. it was so cute. it came all the way to the porch. we, figuring it was some poor, homeless kitty, gave it some biscuits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103739286131883490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RtQf1wgYveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j4tgPaUqOe4/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we played with it for a bit and then my neighbour came out. calling for one of her cats. she keeps cats. they always do their business on our grass. hers, or some other stray cats. i wouldnt know. i never actually caught them in the act. i just walk out one day and i see it there. i don't recognize her cats anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, auntie kee was calling for one of her cats. and as far as i know, she doesnt have any kittens. all the same, i didnt see any harm in asking if this one was one of her's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mana tau, "oh! the orange one right? yes, its mine. bad cookie. must cage him up dy." so we handed our poor, homeless kitten back to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103739299016785394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RtQf2ggYvfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ld8J_785-Wg/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;potong stim wey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-3074786536632380861?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3074786536632380861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=3074786536632380861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3074786536632380861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3074786536632380861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-morning-my-brother-called-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/RtQf1wgYveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j4tgPaUqOe4/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-7009146456617086910</id><published>2007-08-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:07:44.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101455484516875730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RswCvAgYvdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wUBBByitMuU/s320/me+and+joy+of+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all the many years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for all the coming ones to grow aunty-ish together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday, joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-7009146456617086910?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/7009146456617086910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=7009146456617086910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/7009146456617086910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/7009146456617086910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-all-many-years.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RswCvAgYvdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wUBBByitMuU/s72-c/me+and+joy+of+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-3326111310745590515</id><published>2007-08-15T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T02:51:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RsLKL-PN6lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IkD5iM7IUSw/s1600-h/180px-Mnm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lately, i realized i adore m&amp;m's. not the peanut-y ones. just the normal plain ones. smarties are too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852785266223682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RsLDl-PN6kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qc-85DBDdmI/s320/QFPJYBLQKABDSKAQCLFX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the milk chocolate that melts in your mouth... not in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-3326111310745590515?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3326111310745590515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=3326111310745590515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3326111310745590515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/3326111310745590515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/08/lately-i-realized-i-adore-m-not-peanut.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/RsLDl-PN6kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qc-85DBDdmI/s72-c/QFPJYBLQKABDSKAQCLFX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-1306502616172121772</id><published>2007-08-01T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:56:15.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sitting on a couch looking through a comic book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"i don't want to read anymore lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"because its so lame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"why? what is lame?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"lame is... something like stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"oh. where is steph?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"in my house, still playing ps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"no.. she's over here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"don't bluff lah you. where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"gottt.. she's there hiding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"how come i still don't see her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"becauseee... BEcausee.. beCAUsee.. because i very lame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*ding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i was sitting on the swing with tata in my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"tata, can kiss you or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"dowan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"but u fell down just now so i sayang you cannot meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"cannot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"oh but why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"because this is not a swimming pool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*ding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"what has this gotta do with you not being in a swimming pool?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" ..... i want to go play seesaw."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;after incidents like this, i will come back and tell my family members, and we will laugh and laugh over what she said. she can actually cheer up my day and make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093681747721054738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RrBkj-PN6hI/AAAAAAAAADc/iBzpJHSAFj0/s320/Picture+081.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i want my angry face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-1306502616172121772?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/1306502616172121772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=1306502616172121772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/1306502616172121772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/1306502616172121772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-tata-sitting-on-couch-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RrBkj-PN6hI/AAAAAAAAADc/iBzpJHSAFj0/s72-c/Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-205594075500374668</id><published>2007-07-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:30:48.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr3qDDPkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Boed7uOlnK0/s1600-h/a+tree+in+trengganu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301064341438018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr3qDDPkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Boed7uOlnK0/s320/a+tree+in+trengganu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr4KDDPlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ny6Uh9Aevh4/s1600-h/in+redang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301072931372626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr4KDDPlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ny6Uh9Aevh4/s320/in+redang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr4qDDPmI/AAAAAAAAADE/NupVixrpXTg/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301081521307234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr4qDDPmI/AAAAAAAAADE/NupVixrpXTg/s320/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr46DDPnI/AAAAAAAAADM/HVNqyaM3mMk/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301085816274546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr46DDPnI/AAAAAAAAADM/HVNqyaM3mMk/s320/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr5qDDPoI/AAAAAAAAADU/lIKPf9lYgx0/s1600-h/Picture+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086301098701176450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr5qDDPoI/AAAAAAAAADU/lIKPf9lYgx0/s320/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYpvqDDPfI/AAAAAAAAACM/2OsDm0B06AI/s1600-h/a+tree+in+trengganu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i feel like is to watch the leaves of the trees quiver from the slight push of the wind. To lie down and gaze up into the pale, blue sky with fluffy white clouds. To watch the sun set slowly into its horizon. To listen to the waves of the sea lapping softly onto the shore. To marvel at God's wondrous and magnificent creation. To know how small and insignificant i am. To know that for Him, nothing is too large or too difficult . To just feel at rest in Him. And to know i can trust Him at all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a more un-poetic note, i cant wait till merdeka day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-205594075500374668?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/205594075500374668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=205594075500374668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/205594075500374668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/205594075500374668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-i-feel-like-is-to-watch-leaves-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/RpYr3qDDPkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Boed7uOlnK0/s72-c/a+tree+in+trengganu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-5047505030713054657</id><published>2007-06-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T06:31:54.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlVefU5LI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GVaNGQvxhYc/s1600-h/jon1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653362101150898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlVefU5LI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GVaNGQvxhYc/s320/jon1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653383575987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlWufU5MI/AAAAAAAAACE/GtmLyp78s2o/s320/jon6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlH-fU5GI/AAAAAAAAABU/lqFlq845g3w/s1600-h/bill3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653130172916834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlH-fU5GI/AAAAAAAAABU/lqFlq845g3w/s320/bill3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIOfU5HI/AAAAAAAAABc/_AYx5m1iBSA/s1600-h/CH851203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653134467884146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIOfU5HI/AAAAAAAAABc/_AYx5m1iBSA/s320/CH851203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIOfU5II/AAAAAAAAABk/D1o7jnakMtI/s1600-h/CH860525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653134467884162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIOfU5II/AAAAAAAAABk/D1o7jnakMtI/s320/CH860525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIOfU5JI/AAAAAAAAABs/P6E3Q9rgOnw/s1600-h/CH940221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653134467884178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIOfU5JI/AAAAAAAAABs/P6E3Q9rgOnw/s320/CH940221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIefU5KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/67jI7H_V8RU/s1600-h/jon1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076653138762851490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlIefU5KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/67jI7H_V8RU/s320/jon1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just love calvin and hobbes.&lt;br /&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/23395027-5047505030713054657?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/5047505030713054657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=5047505030713054657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/5047505030713054657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/5047505030713054657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-love-calvin-and-hobbes.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RnPlVefU5LI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GVaNGQvxhYc/s72-c/jon1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-8837690084410677483</id><published>2007-05-28T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T06:26:17.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my food post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there. am doing what i promised kay. i keep my work wan.. suppose to post about food that will cheer me up. actually right, food doesn't cheer me up. not really anyway. i rely mostly on people and books. or tv shows. heh. i admit, i am somewhat of a tv addict. the problem is that my parents don't allow me to become a full-fledged one. heh. so, getting back to my food post, i'll just post about food i enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think most people who knows me saw this coming. hee. don't think i can live without soup(that was an exaggeration lah, but you get the point). i love it boiling hot so i can blow and drink it slowly. sometimes, if i really feel like drinking, i just make marmite/bovril soup or the campbell's mushroom soup. then get a book(this part is difficult, as most of my books i have read more than 3 times. I need new books!) and slowly drink it. but this doesn't mean i can just drink any kind of soup. still got my standard wan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) ice-cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think everyone loves ice-cream. who doesnt? but there are sometimes when i dont feel like eating them. especially after i just finished eating something very jelak-ing. hee. am more of a savoury person. but eating ice cream while it rains outside is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) pancakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love this in the evenings, after my finishing my work. i'll just tell my family that am making it. most of the time they agree since they want to eat it too. lately have been doing it quite often. or rather more often than last time lah. my pancakes must be thin, learnt from my daddy. thin and a lil bit burnt, with honey and butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) steamboat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is this counted under soup? nevermind. yeah. i love steamboat i guess mainly because of the soup. haha. i love my mom's steamboat because i get to choose my own ingredients and stuff like that. of course that means i have to wash up too lah. but my mom normally does steamboat when she wants to invite friends over. and washing up with friends isn't so bad. i just had it last sunday actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) depends on cravings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i said, i dont really have particular foods that i like. depends on my random cravings. i know.. a few people told me i am like a pregnant woman. am training you for future wives kay. or for putting up with your sisters/best friends next time. hee. a few of my random cravings- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) mcdonald's porridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i know. whoever orders mcdonald's porridge? i do lah.. when i feel like i want something hot and salty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) secret recipe's banana choc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this i hardly get to fulfill 'cause unless some kind hearted soul is willing to treat me, i don't have cravings so badly to pay that much for a slice of cake. my allowence not that much kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) secret recipe's lamb pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tried it once when i took my mom out for her birthday treat. from time to time i will feel like eating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lah.. still got a lot of random ones here and there from time to time. no need to write down all lah. heh. so when i get pregnant, i guess a lot of people would already be able to put up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i were a guy, you know who i'll go for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"myself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-8837690084410677483?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-8251462746566256641</id><published>2007-05-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:44:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i shall post about samantha edwin galan. since i think most of you are deprived the joy of meeting her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rkm4QMF6R_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gHoY90oMms0/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064781844218267634" style="CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/Rkm4QMF6R_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gHoY90oMms0/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more fondly known as tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;cheekiest, cute, round-tummied lil girl i've ever met i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's three this year. and she talks so much. she has a brother- 13 years old, and 2 sisters- 10, and 12 years. they're home-schooled too and they live opposite my house. i knew them before they shifted in. we showed them their current house now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as for tata being so talkative, all credit goes to them . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her brother teaches her this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"yo, diggy-dog!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of her sisters teaches her this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what-eh-verrr..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when her siblings are doing they're work, and if they're mother scolds them, she will imitate also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointing to the books she goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"all wrong, all wrong! do again!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"your handwritinnnggggg...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, she's three years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her sisters arent allowed to come to my house without bringing her. when she comes, she specifically asks to play masak-masak. yes, i still have my masak-masak set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those were the times when you show her your handphone light and she gets all excited. nowadays, she wants to hear the songs in the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few days ago i was wanting to got some pictures of her. made her keep still and everything, till she said "no no. i dowan to take anymohhhh....." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since she liked talking on the phone, i bribed her with that. i took my handphone and called it from the house phone. made my sister talk on the other line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she used to call me natalie edwin galan. since all her siblings have the same surname. till i taught her i am natalie ng wei pei. she still remembers till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few days ago, my sister dressed her up in my old macarenna(if that's how you spell it) kindergarten costume, and taught her how to dance it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would like to post the pictures up but i cant. the pictures all just goes to the top of the post. dont know how to get it down. ryan taught me. but it just wouldnt do what it suppose to do. anyway.. back to tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant really explain her cuteness because most of it comes out in her conversation with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this post is dedicated to tata edwin galan who doesnt even know what all this is about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, when she grows older, i'll show her the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s her favourite song is 'before the world began', though she sings it out of tune and totally off key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-8251462746566256641?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/8251462746566256641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=8251462746566256641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/8251462746566256641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/8251462746566256641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-shall-post-about-samantha-edwin.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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/_n8eud5MGweo/Rkm4QMF6R_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gHoY90oMms0/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-2290344865832405332</id><published>2007-05-09T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:38:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh it DOES come out. haha. my computer was emo-ing with me that time. hmmph. now to check if the pictures comes out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RkGS2cF6R9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/C81G0Ca1gXc/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062488920092723154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RkGS2cF6R9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/C81G0Ca1gXc/s320/Picture+136.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-2290344865832405332?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/2290344865832405332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=2290344865832405332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2290344865832405332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/2290344865832405332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-back.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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://bp2.blogger.com/_n8eud5MGweo/RkGS2cF6R9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/C81G0Ca1gXc/s72-c/Picture+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-40962226928217728</id><published>2007-05-08T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:09:58.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;does this come out NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-40962226928217728?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/40962226928217728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=40962226928217728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/40962226928217728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/40962226928217728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-this-come-out-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-4744689921755033601</id><published>2007-03-27T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:49:02.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;natalie ng loves pearly loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-4744689921755033601?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/4744689921755033601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=4744689921755033601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/4744689921755033601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/4744689921755033601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/03/natalie-ng-loves-pearly-loh.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-4286815690006026977</id><published>2007-03-23T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:06:53.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-4286815690006026977?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/4286815690006026977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=4286815690006026977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/4286815690006026977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/4286815690006026977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-116322023128690064</id><published>2006-11-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:43:51.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah.. it was with my daddy lah. went to an orchestra. i dont really mind orchestras la. just wont initiate to ask someone to take me. but daddy likes ma.. so. then he semangat. i went with him on saturday. on tuesday he took mommy out. to watch some play. the first time they went out and stuff, i was like.. for what? you married d what... but i suppose when i get married i still want my husband to take me out la.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lazy to post nowadays la. i have to type so much. to earn money to pay for my phone. yes. my dad ask me to pay $300 for the phone which am having now which was his old one. and he got another $300 phone. so technically am buying his new phone la. what to do. my old phone always like to die on me. so i have to type some info for my auntie's company. and then theres vbs. and yf camp. and i still have so much work- as in studies- to do. no time d. must finish what is required. so.. unless i got something exceptional to tell.. this blog shall be closed down temporarily. just for a while. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn- ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-116322023128690064?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/116322023128690064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=116322023128690064' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116322023128690064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116322023128690064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-116254809664375250</id><published>2006-11-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T02:01:36.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeyer...!! u see.. i published a post, it doesnt come up, it is down there. the second post. well.. the third after i publish this one. it was safed as drafts. it was the second post la in the editing thing there. but when i publish it, it should come out first wan ma. where got the second one wan? ermm.. do u even understand what i am talking about? i have the tendency to jus rabble. haha.. and and.. the pictures din come out. i dunu how to dooo.. help meeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i am going on a date. not today la. but this week. guess with who. will post bout it when i come back la. hee hee.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-116254809664375250?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/116254809664375250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=116254809664375250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116254809664375250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116254809664375250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/11/eeyer.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-116194661503222277</id><published>2006-10-27T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:56:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i suppose to be posting on friendship as everybody is. but i cant get the pictures properly yet. so.. yeah.&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;just now at dinner time, i was being annoyingly contradictive to my siblings. it is normally my responsibility to get out the soup. mainly because i wont allow anyone else to do it. later they dont part out evenly or didnt get the soup hot enough or something. anyways.. because it was boiling, we sat down to pray first la, for the food. then my grandma got up to part the soup. since i was kinda lazy, and it wasnt really my favourite soup, i let her get 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;so then my siblings being blur about what my grandma was doing ask if there was any soup in the first place. &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;steph: che.. got soup ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: *sarcastic* nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nick: *not getting my sarcasm* got lahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: dont havveee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph: dont bluff. got la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grandma comes out with soup*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nick: nah. got wat. who say dont have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: dont have lah. that is.. *thinks* boiled water. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph and nick: *gives me a Look*&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;during dinner, my dad was talking bout how the taufu should be cooked. and this and that. we always thought he was a cook but only in theory la. sometimes. but he denies it. i mean.. he never cooked in the kitchen before. as far as i can remember anyhow. so then my brother was saying how he remembered the first time my dad made maggi mee for him. my sis was like.. cheh. but can you make fish and chips? my dad insisted.. aiya. no problem. and then my mom put in, &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;he is what you call a living hall cook. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i like the phrase... living hall cook.. living hall cook.. erm.. hee.)&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;kay lah.. have to get ready to go to prayer meet. zhi wei is staying over tonight. messeeee..!!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-116194661503222277?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/116194661503222277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=116194661503222277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116194661503222277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116194661503222277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-suppose-to-be-posting-on-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-116168562094121153</id><published>2006-10-24T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T05:34:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. eee.. why my normal size is this big wann? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is small. but its still bolded. its being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm.. the talk bout friendship has been going round lah. so.. i shall jus pick it up too. heh. my friends.. ermm.. ehhh.. lemme think. haha. no lah. i love my friends alotalot. =) as everybody do. i should think. i love them not coz i feel obliged to but well.. they make me want to. at times.. they do frustrate me. can be until i feel like straggling them. but after that, its ok wan. only for that time do i feel like doing that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;i think a friend is someone who can make you feel comfortable being yourself and don't have to pretend to be erm.. a nice person lets say, to win your friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can tell that person your deepest darkest secrets and trust them that they won't tell anyone at all at any cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is brave enough to tell you what you've done wrong and where you've done wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can have an 'argument'/ exchanging of opinions and yet still won't feel awkward and hostile towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are able to sms or call them when you're bored, sad, or happeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will not make you inferior or pull you down, but encourage you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can back you up when you feel emo, annoyed, or frustrated with something/ someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whom you can tell, ' i no money! pay for me first...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who when they come to your house, don't have to ask for a drink, but will raid your fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whom you can demand for a hug. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a person who keeps promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who doesnt lie but come clean with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a person whom you can share your confusions to and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will call you for whatever stupid reason that you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who will teach you things that are so simple and yet not make you feel inferior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who you just feel comfortable and having knowm them since.. forever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who makes you understand youself better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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;hmmm.. do the pictures come out? i dunu how to do ittt... if it does come out then am satisfied and wanted to put others but realized i didn't have their photos. sadness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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;if it doesnt, somebody please teach me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s refer to the third last point. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-116168562094121153?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/116168562094121153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=116168562094121153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116168562094121153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116168562094121153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-116055832436802572</id><published>2006-10-11T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:23:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lemme tell you a secret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i steal...&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;at the kitchen all the way at the back from the study room where everyone is at, from the nice, shiny, tempting, pot that is steaming with something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carefully open the pot cover as so not to make any noise... take a ladle from the hook beside the pot where it is normally hanged, and then....&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;i steal my mommy's soup. &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-116055832436802572?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/116055832436802572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=116055832436802572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116055832436802572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/116055832436802572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/10/lemme-tell-you-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115987025329280595</id><published>2006-10-03T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:10:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is dead.. but its not my fault. my computer crashed. yesterday i went and play basketball with the children church kids. i didn't play basketball exactly. i cant play for nuts.. so.. i played captain ball with the smaller kids. ben ben and andrew kept running with the ball. so cute lah.. then ben ben was being the goalie. he was on my team. i threw the ball at him. then. bhoof! it hit his face. mind you, i threw as gentle as i could. so many defenders lah! at last when everybody went home except for a few, i threw a few hoops. all also cannot shoot wannn.. then my brother lah, my cousin lah, all also scoring. mich at last taught me how. then then.. i scored! but then after that cannot d..aihz.. beginner's luck kua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. a while ago i had to look up the names of some phobias. then i was reading a book about some of the phobias and i remembered all the stupid ones which i read the last time so i shall put it here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailurophobia - Fear of cats. ( am reminded of abel)&lt;br /&gt;Androphobia - Fear of men. (hahahah..)&lt;br /&gt;Anuptaphobia - Fear of staying single.&lt;br /&gt;Bibliophobia - Fear of books. ( i cant emagine someone having a phobia of BOOKS. i like books..)&lt;br /&gt;Caligynephobia - Fear of beautiful women. (got such thing wan ah?)&lt;br /&gt;Chrematophobia - Fear of money.&lt;br /&gt;Dextrophobia - Fear of objects at the right side of the body. (am reminded of pearly)&lt;br /&gt;Ereuthrophobia - Fear of blushing.&lt;br /&gt;Gamophobia - Fear of marriage. (how can anyone fear marriage?)&lt;br /&gt;Novercaphobia - Fear of your step-mother.&lt;br /&gt;Nudophobia - Fear of nudity. (how to bathe?)&lt;br /&gt;Obesophobia - Fear of gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;Panophobia - Fear of everything. (phft...)&lt;br /&gt;Philophobia - Fear of falling in love or being in love. (seriously...)&lt;br /&gt;Sitiophobia - Fear of food. ( am reminded of kien)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115987025329280595?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115987025329280595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115987025329280595' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115987025329280595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115987025329280595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115858701506579406</id><published>2006-09-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:43:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay... i went to malacca on thurs. had a home schooling sort of conference there. the kids- including me- had a different activity lah. we were in groups k. about 10 people ranging from 6-14. except me. now.. BOTH my leaders are my age. and so are 80% of them. there were about 20 leaders. at 15, you normally become a leader d. but to be a leader you have to come on tuesday. 2 days earlier. my family couldn't. dad cant take leave and everything. so was stuck being a normal person. so... yea lah. submitting to a person my age. people treating you like a kid. i suppose it was to teach me that exactly lah. to swallow my pride. i did learn to i guess. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the activities there arent excactly interesting as there are kids of all ages there. the songs were quite nice. and the skits were funny. but thats about all. gosh.. i am making it sound like i am so ungrateful here. there were some relevant topics la. had a teen session for 12 and above where they talked about emotional purity and courtship and things like that. mom bought 2 books for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'before you meet prince charming'- talks more on guarding your heart and courtship also. i dont know. in guarding you heart for me it already feels so strict in this particular book. i dont even know if i can guard it so tightly. it seems so difficult. there were some testomonies that came true la. but still.... =) i suppose i could really do it if i set my heart to it. i shall think. =) and 'making brothers and sisters best friends'- that one i was like oh-kay. so typical of my mom to buy that book. haha. the author is 27. and she wrote 2 books d. that 2 which my mom bought. her sister is 10 yrs younger. the middle brother is an adopted korean. cool ya.. wonder if i can also come to the stage where my siblings are my best friends. *imagines* oh gosh.. looking at it now.. no i would say. but who knows in the future.. hee. =) maybe.. just maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys and girls had separate activities so.... haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. my &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt; sister has just taken the initiative of reminding me its 9.36pm and i have to go off. phft.. bye bye! smile... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115858701506579406?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115858701506579406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115858701506579406' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115858701506579406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115858701506579406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohkay.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115719151942038582</id><published>2006-09-02T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T03:05:19.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friendship: Knowing that another person's fries are just as much yours as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115719151942038582?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115719151942038582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115719151942038582' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115719151942038582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115719151942038582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/09/friendship-knowing-that-another.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115684604422722084</id><published>2006-08-29T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:10:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld i blog bout the sleepover since su already did it? hmmm.... nvrm. i would do it more detailed. haha.. lets start on friday. actually when i woke up i was quite sure i had fever. i was like die! as usual i go bathe and all. told my sis. ask her not to tell my mom. shhh... ala.. but i not so naughty girl lah. i told anyway when i came down to do my work. and i took my tablets. unlike pearly who wun. haha.. i still studied for a while k. then at 11.30, we went to 1U. to meet some johor friends. then they wanted to shop. shop from 12 something to around 6. but then ard 2 liddat i was ok d. hee.. must be d shopping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picked mich up around 8. su came herself around 9. she brought delifrance bwead! haha. so we were up there talking bout everything under the sun till around... emm.. 11 i think. then we decided we were hungry and went downstairs to eat. then came up wash up and all, and sat on my bed again crapping lah. till 2. then we off the lights. but we slept only bout 3. haha. woke up at 9.30. went to the park to eat left over bread from yesterday. then across the road there were a few girls with a guy on the basketball court. not playing basketball. doing some other stuff. we were trying to figure if he was their coach. for watever he was doing lah. never reached a conclusion. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went yf. after that went bowling. in summit. halfway through our mcd dinner elaine asked, " eh.. wanna go watch movie ah?" "Ya!" "Now ah? realli?" "u wanna go bowling?" "dowan." "yay! lets go!" "got wat movie first...." so we abandoned the bowling and sent pearly and una to check out the movies as the rest were still finishing up our food. they called. snakes on the plane or ant bully. nobody wanted to see snakes on the plane. and ant bully started at 9.20. it was 9.15 then. so then we were discussing. "how? wanna go ah?" "can lah! we finish d rite?" "quick quick! lets go!" we smuggled our drinks in our bags to take in. they checked lah, but din stop us. i guess they din have the heart to or something lah. maybe coz we looked so sweet...? hehe-haha. there wasnt a lot of ppl in the cinema. we ngam ngam took a whole row. i think our row made the most noise. pearly lah. laugh laugh laugh. then me sitting next to her kept on laughing at her laugh and had to push her to shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that my parents came. in the car the 3 of us were smsing the same person. i think paul was realli bored in malacca. were u gor? haha.. reached back home. we were hyper lah. we were fighting. literally, physically. pearly loh almost bit me. yucky. one of us will be holding the camera taking pics or movies. after they left the next day my bro complain so noisy. so hard to sleep. oops! haha. then pearly wanted to see mars wor. as in the planet mars. dunu if you all got the mail or not. i only heard it a few days before from her. but it was too hazy. cldnt see. she go emo for a while. haha.. we came up and talked till 4. then we off the lights. then then.. we became hyper again. thank God everybody else were sleeping too soundly to hear us. we were laughing at all the stupid, lame, funny scenes in ant bully. repeating the line then laughing till our stomachs painful. after that we switched to i not supid 2. haha. after that we sorta died out and said goodnite. by the time we did that was about 4.30 in the morning. woke up at 7. we sot wan. i only woke up at 7.30 coz i was the last to bathe. but we din fall asleep in church lah k. we were very attentive. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when is the next time we will do it again? holidays! but its so darn long away.... haha. oh well. the ups and downs of life. hee hee. my stupid donkey msn won't sign me in again. its being emo. i dun like it when its emo. drives me nuts. ish. haha. nvrm nvrm. self control. must realli work on it. haha. k lah. nitez ppl! i feel lovey now so i shall say a 'love u all!' haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115684604422722084?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115684604422722084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115684604422722084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115684604422722084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115684604422722084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-p-shld-i-blog-bout-sleepover-since.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115642026223191206</id><published>2006-08-24T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:51:02.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a headache. =( been having it for a few days d. off and on lah. i hate headaches. does panadol realli help? phft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is SOOO dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe.zhi ming was lik blurring there.cute la.u still wif him?oh hols?now la.hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now zhi ming came to my house. supposedly come around 3 lah. but finally came at 5. hah. we went to the park. he had a rifle. toy lah. brand new one. came to show it off. brought it to the park somore. so i went with them to jaga. he ah.. climb all over the place. climb over and under. ask him not to climb later he fall down. while climbing her answered me, "i wun fall down wannnn..." after he climbed can tell me cheeckily somore, " see.. i told you i wont fall down." phft. sometimes... haha. he is so fat and short and bulky. but cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA*inhales*HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going shopping! i think. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA*inhales*HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends coming over on friday. supposedly mich, jamie, kit, loh, su, sa. but then le.. oni su n mich can come. mich only till sat. then loh from sat to sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAaa&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aaa...&lt;/span&gt; i think my brain something wrong d lahhh... paaiinnn. no lah. pain is not d word. annoying is more like it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. oh. their here! at last. bye!! =) =P =D =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115642026223191206?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115642026223191206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115642026223191206' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115642026223191206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115642026223191206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115494532392585479</id><published>2006-08-07T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T03:05:00.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got cockroach storeeee! wait... i tell another one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the saturday before parents day, louisa announced must wear closed shoes for the presentation. i didn't want to wear sports shoes la. and i din have any court shoes. so got into the car, told my mom... see la.. should have bought boots. i wanted boots for quite some time d. my mom say if i want, i will just have to ask God to provide coz she wont buy it. but i havent been really praying la. so anyway, that day she said, hey... a. kim chin said she had a pair for you. her old one. she can't wear d. almost new. so she called her up to ask if my mom can come and take it. but she was in cell dinner. so she said she will come over after the dinner. she stayes in bukit rimau, by the way. so i was praying that it would be the correct size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when she came, i tried it on, and it fitted just nice. hush puppies brand somore. no way would my mom buy for me. haha. i was so so pleased with it. God gave it just in time somore. eventhough i wasn't really consistent in my prayers. i wore it that sunday and last sunday. hee.. not that you would have noticed it la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... next story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday morning, we woke up at seven. sis went to bathe first. mich n danielle slept over. mich n i slept oni at 1. we so d semangat singing all. haha. k.. anyways... sis went to bathe. d rest of us all continued sleeping. heard steph go into the bathroom. lock door. then.... door open again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph: che...! got a kinda big cockroach in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;mich: wat?!&lt;br /&gt;me *mumbling* : aiyo.. just use the shower and spray it down the drain la.&lt;br /&gt;steph: fine. *closes door*&lt;br /&gt;mich goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shower turns on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bathroom door opens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph: che....! cannot lah!&lt;br /&gt;me: what you mean cannot? spray only lah! how difficult can it get?&lt;br /&gt;steph: cannot lahhh!&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;me: argh!! *gets out off bed to help her*&lt;br /&gt;mich: sisterly love...&lt;br /&gt;me: hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took the shower from steph. the stupid cockroach was in a corner. just outside the drain cover thing. darn cockroach. so i sprayed and sprayed. it kept on staying in that corner. i push it out, it swim/crawls/run back. finally i got fed up and took a floor brush to push it in. but then... it started to crawl up the brush. i panic and dropped it la.... into the drain! i was like... oh great. now what? steph! go call mommy! i could hear mich outside laughing. then danielle came in. she was the hero by sticking her hand inside and took the brush out. the drain wasnt all that deep la. the cockroach was still on the brush k. so i quickly sprayed it into the drain. close the cover. done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time my mom came it was all done. my sis went to bathe, and i went back to sleep for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wantehad to mop the upstairs of my house, and i saw a baby lizard in the middle of my mom's room. they,(my mom, bro, sis) din even have any sympathy for me. the sho0-ed it out. not out... somewhere. no idea where. and i had to mop the floor without even knowing where the darn lizard is. ergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got tuiton!! i am so so happeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115494532392585479?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115494532392585479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115494532392585479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115494532392585479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115494532392585479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-cockroach-storeeee-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115468440830574636</id><published>2006-08-04T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:05:47.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) what is your phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;ehhh.. no idea acually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what are the last 3 digits of your mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;*******429&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) what does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Have you slept or are still awake? Nowadays you sleeping quite late ya.. In case you're asleep.. i shall wish you goodnight and sweet dreams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) who is the first person who appears under the letter M?&lt;br /&gt;Marianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;some stupid person la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) who was the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;pearly. she didn't reply my sms. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) who's the second person under the letter D?&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly i only have one D. Daddy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) what does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;same as my second. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) who comes up under J?&lt;br /&gt;goodnes.. name all kah? jamie, jamie hs, janice, jason, jayse, jessica yong, ji ku, ji kim, jia chui, joanna, joel, joey, johanna, jonathan W, jonathan T, joshua hs, joshua, joyce eu, joycelyn hs, joyce hs, joyce(UK), joycelyn, joyce(UK2), joyce lim hs, joyce lim, joy's hs, judith, juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) go to your Sent Items - what does the 10th message say?&lt;br /&gt;aku ni.. tak de send items la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) who is the 4th person who comes up under S?&lt;br /&gt;sarah tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) what is your network provider?&lt;br /&gt;digi =) i noe la SOME PPL wanna change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) how many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;2. i jus cleared my inbox mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) what do you have as a background?&lt;br /&gt;nth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) who's the second person to come up under R?&lt;br /&gt;richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;dun use. dun see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) who is the last person under P?&lt;br /&gt;haha. piao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) who's the first person to come up under C?&lt;br /&gt;cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) how many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) what do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;dunu.. some tone la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) never in my life have i : taken violin lessons&lt;br /&gt;2) the last person i kicked was : my sis.. she came so close to me yest at nite. scared wor..&lt;br /&gt;3) people who drive me nuts : ppl who pretend to be someone their not&lt;br /&gt;4) the school i go to is : 30, 31/135. my hs la... =)&lt;br /&gt; 5) when i'm nervous : i get butterflies in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;6) the last time i laughed : in d car. me and my bro were teasing(bullying) my sis.&lt;br /&gt;7) my hair is : up in a bun.&lt;br /&gt;8) when i was 5 : i didn't want to go to kindy. =)&lt;br /&gt;9) i love eating : chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;10) when i turn my head to the right, i see : shelves with files and junk&lt;br /&gt;11) when i close my eyes, i see : darkness??&lt;br /&gt;12) when i look down, i see : my pants. which reminds me... i haven changed yet.&lt;br /&gt;13) hello, i am : ME!&lt;br /&gt;14) hello, i am not : YOU! lame.. i know.&lt;br /&gt;15) i love : my darling friends. i know u perasaan-ing now lar...&lt;br /&gt;16) i have a hard time understanding : some stupid math problems&lt;br /&gt;17) one time at a family gathering : my unc's maid walked into my house's closed glass sliding door and spilled some soup.&lt;br /&gt;18) you know beyonce, she : is not important? haha..&lt;br /&gt;19) take my advice : don't cross the road without looking left and right&lt;br /&gt;20) my ideal breakfast : emm... a bowl of hot soup. hee..&lt;br /&gt;21) if you visit the place i grew up : i lived mostly here la. so you wld know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;22) i would like to go to : some place nice and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;23) hershey's are : yummy!&lt;br /&gt;24) my cell phone : is giving me problems&lt;br /&gt;25) nokia : is user friendly&lt;br /&gt;26) my fav person in ManHunt : what show is that also i dunu..&lt;br /&gt;27) the animals i would like to see flying besides birds : cute lil doggies!&lt;br /&gt;28) last night, i : went to bed at 10.20 p.m. and slept at 11.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;29) my birthday is : last day of the 11th month&lt;br /&gt;30) tomorrow i am : going to sleep in. its a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee... i read su's blog. her last part really does bring back memories. the aeroplanes. the baju kurung pakat-ing's. the i-dun-friend-you-wan-ah!. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... we shall concentrate on making memories now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115468440830574636?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115468440830574636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115468440830574636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115468440830574636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115468440830574636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-tag1-1-what-is-your-phone-brand.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115418166272234809</id><published>2006-07-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:01:02.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lazy. dowan to post wan actually. but felt guilty after not posting for so long. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back from terengganu on thursday. we stayed in awana kijal. the pool there is so nice... is so big and got slides and stuff like that. we went with a. amy and a. pei yeen with their families. and since they both have small kids, we took care of them also la.... i didn't mind. heh. the hotel had a place where u can play football and volleyball. they also have a human size snakes and ladders. chess too. but we didn't play. pity... not that i could play la. chess i mean. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach was so clean. water wasnt la. note i said beach. but the waves were bigger than the ones in port dickson. so my bro, dad, and i, took our swimming boards and well... surfed is not the word la.. neither is riding the waves... emm... went up and down the waves wif our borads. haha.. so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went down to the beach at night. we had our dinner there. bought kfc and ate. and and... after that we built a small fire. got so many stars! so nice.. romantic. hee... but with all the small kids it kinda spoils the mood la. we went down nearer the sea also to look if got crabs(last time in terengganu in another place got k.. quite big somemore..), but dun have, found some crab holes though. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... by the time i came back, i was sunburnt, and skin was peeling. of course i became darker also lar. loh said it will fade away. true wan ah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there... my short story of my time in terengganu. when i put it all down looks a bit boring. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is parents day. so.... good luck to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my su ann with her acting. hope she can shed tears. haha.... and her playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;kyle, meng hong and serene also...&lt;br /&gt;josh with his yf solo and children's church bridge&lt;br /&gt;abel with his singing too&lt;br /&gt;my pillow and jamie who are singing on stage. yay!&lt;br /&gt;elaine and my gor and also the committee who is running this&lt;br /&gt;joey and katherine who is playing for childern's church&lt;br /&gt;oh.. my bro and ivan also then for that matter&lt;br /&gt;emm.... who else?&lt;br /&gt;and the whole yf presenting the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i hyped d lar... ok ok. i shall calm down and go to sleep. hee.. nitez.   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115418166272234809?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115418166272234809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115418166272234809' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115418166272234809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115418166272234809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115314365695707480</id><published>2006-07-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:03:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WONG Meng Hong tagged me. see.. i found out his surname because of joycelyn chan. she said she would only give me back my bracelet if i knew his surname. cell leaders meeting that time. i was so blur k.... he gave me so many clues also i dunu. haha! k... anyways.. thank u meng hong for tagging me. at least now i have something to blog abt. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME PEOPLE I WANNA MEET:&lt;br /&gt;1) haha... actually i don't have any people i wanna meet. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;2) lets skip this&lt;br /&gt;3) as i have nobody i want to meet&lt;br /&gt;4) nobody famous and that i cant meet i mean&lt;br /&gt;5) of coz i would like to meet all my friends NOW la. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I CANT LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;1) God&lt;br /&gt;2) my beloved friends! and family&lt;br /&gt;3) tears&lt;br /&gt;4) smiles&lt;br /&gt;5) food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I COULD:&lt;br /&gt;1) have a older brother . hee...&lt;br /&gt;2) have someone who really really knows me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;3) learn to make friends faster&lt;br /&gt;4) be more patient&lt;br /&gt;5) be more bold at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT:&lt;br /&gt;1) more $$$&lt;br /&gt;2) nice books that i havent read before... NOW.&lt;br /&gt;3) new handphone. heh.&lt;br /&gt;4) to have God to speak to me and for me to know for sure that its Him.&lt;br /&gt;5) to be a person who is always cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONGS I THINK ARE AWESOME:&lt;br /&gt;1) a whole new world!!&lt;br /&gt;2) can you feel the love tonight!&lt;br /&gt;3) reflection!&lt;br /&gt;4) i'll go the distance!&lt;br /&gt;5) titanic song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! sry... i hardly listen to music, but i love disney songs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I SEE MYSELF IN 10 YRS:&lt;br /&gt;marrried most probably. or planning my marriage with my beloved friends. working... as a... i dunu. heh. still would be calling my brother and sister names. haha! still being called small girl by some people. all this if Christ havent come back yet la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;1) needs to be appreciated&lt;br /&gt;2) love the rain, wind, and rainbows!&lt;br /&gt;3) cant sleep in one position&lt;br /&gt;4) misses my doggy =(&lt;br /&gt;5) the song 'when there was me and you' in high school musical is playing in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISCONCEPTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;i dunu lah. i dont even understand what they want... owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks la.. got tuiton later. feeling crappy now for no reason. must be some stupid thing thats compiling up. i hate it when that happens. sheesh. oh well. *clears head* i shall try to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115314365695707480?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115314365695707480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115314365695707480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115314365695707480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115314365695707480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/07/wong-meng-hong-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-115218313438437153</id><published>2006-07-06T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:52:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mom told me a story just now. wanna hear? don't care. want to or not i am going to post it. haha. true story wan you know... hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl. her mom died when she was around 9 years old. her father raised her up single handedly. when she was at an age where she could understand, her father told her how to choose the right husband. he told her to choose a guy whom hasnt kissed before, who will save his first kiss on the day of marriage. that will be the way God will show her the right guy. the girl thought it will be very difficult, as she is in the US. where is she going to find a guy like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day, she met this guy. they liked each other and he asked her father if they can go out together. the father said yes as he liked that guy and trusted him. after a while, they wanted to get engaged. the guy asked her father for his permission. her father asked him, how do you know this is the right girl for you? the guy answered, because when i was younger, i made this commitment to God that the girl i marry would be the girl whose first kiss will be on the day of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeee... so nice. am such a typical girl. and i only thought this kind of thing happens in story books. phft... emo la d story. i shall wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115218313438437153?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115218313438437153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115218313438437153' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115218313438437153'/><link rel='self' 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haha! but all in all i still won. about cooking more stuff. the excuse: am a girl ma.... heh. is the excuse valid? michelle chun is back! she is staying over-night in my house. whee... she is reading a book now while i blog. she says i am 'job-less'. with a smile somemore. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had steamboat in my house on sat. had my now-official-che(sasa) come to my house with u.steve and u.dinoj. eat till full man. heh. after that we as usual being the good girls we are washed up. i taught her how to play a C, D, A, G, E, Am, Dm and Em chord. dunu if she still can remember now. haha... after dinner went to her house just in time to watch the england match. the one england vs. portugal. we all were shouting at the stupid players(mainly frank lampard) and the way they kick the ball and control it. i dun even think we can do half of what they do... but oh well... that's the fun. england lost. sad... heh. finally went back at 2a.m. went back and conk out in bed straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day got church someore. but dunu why didn't realli feel tired. ok.. better go. i think mich is done with her book d. must go layan her. haha... nitez ppl! happy abel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115194100501468375?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115194100501468375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115194100501468375' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115194100501468375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115194100501468375'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;- watching the rain fall to the ground, with nothing in the world to care about&lt;br /&gt;- finishing your homework early, without worrying about it anymore&lt;br /&gt;- playing a kid game like 'catching'&lt;br /&gt;- watching someone prank another someone&lt;br /&gt;- playing with water&lt;br /&gt;- having endless amount of yummy soup&lt;br /&gt;- knowing you've done a job well done&lt;br /&gt;- knowing someone cares for you&lt;br /&gt;- screaming over a lizard 20 feet away&lt;br /&gt;- watching your friend scream over a fake cockroach&lt;br /&gt;- sitting on a swing&lt;br /&gt;- getting the wind on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happeee.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115141652030890265?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115055578837021451</id><published>2006-06-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T07:49:48.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am tagged! whee... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. su ann&lt;br /&gt;2. pearly&lt;br /&gt;3. kar kien&lt;br /&gt;4. melissa&lt;br /&gt;5. joshua&lt;br /&gt;6. ryan&lt;br /&gt;7. abel&lt;br /&gt;8. jamie&lt;br /&gt;9. kit yi&lt;br /&gt;10. joel&lt;br /&gt;11. chewie&lt;br /&gt;12. michelle. she is coming back soon!&lt;br /&gt;13. paul&lt;br /&gt;14. garrett&lt;br /&gt;15. joey&lt;br /&gt;16. nicky&lt;br /&gt;17. elaine&lt;br /&gt;18. li zhen&lt;br /&gt;19. steven&lt;br /&gt;20. kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;from children's church. long ago. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what wld you do if you nvr meet 1?&lt;br /&gt;i won't have my last time cell-wife and wun be able to tell her my complains and secrets. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what wld you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;kenneth and kit? haha! i wouldnt believe it as am absulotely sure it wouldnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you ever like 19? *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;heh. no.. just met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;joey and elaine? elaine older lar. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;describe 3:&lt;br /&gt;kien. haha.. if i say bad bout him i die how?? loh, u mus rescue me k... he is blur at times. dunu wen his lp goes back. my gor. liks herbal soup. hee... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;jamie? not in a wrong sense la k but yea, she is cute. but blur. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;abel? haha... prankster. lucky i havent got any of his pranks hey. hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;yea. i know all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is 18's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;she liks saying 'hah?' take that out of her vocab and she has nth to say. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what wld you do if 11 confesses that he/she liks you?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dunu.. get a shock, laugh, and leave it? hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;joel? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;16. haha.. 16 is 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is the last time you talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;today. at yf.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's 2 favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;err... oh my goodness loh! i just realise i dunu. u dun have? heh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you date 4?&lt;br /&gt;*blank look*no. 4 is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you date 7?&lt;br /&gt;abel?? haha! mabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;heh. as far as i know, yes? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;yim. yim yam yum. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;now no la of course... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;err... same school as joey n kit? hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;on d road. subang... exactly where dunu. altho went to fetch him before. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats your favourite thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. he is hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh done. goodness.... took so long to do it. everytime have to refer back to loh's blog to do it. now 4 tagging!! su, ryan, ish.. the rest all taken d. jeffrey? umm... loh! i nobody to tag d. err... err... phft! oh oh.. chewie. one more.... joel la. dunu of he will do it tho. but i dun care. all must do! hee.. happy doing! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115055578837021451?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115055578837021451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115055578837021451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115055578837021451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115055578837021451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-tagged-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-115045165012586329</id><published>2006-06-16T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:54:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hee.. yesterday night, or rather today morning, i watched the match. england vs. trinadad. haha. our family so semangat go mamak shop to watch it. got big screen there. also coz we no astro. heh. we went to sleep around 10.30. finally slept only around 11 coz bro came to our room to sleep for a while. so we yakked away for a while. haha. we only slept half an hour. haha.... so went there, waited for the game to start. i ordered sup sayur. after 15 min liddat, the dingo guy came and tell me, sry... tak ada sayur lagi. argh!! they should have stocked up right? i know la is 11.30, but they should know will have quite a lot of people ma. somemore that time i had craving for soup. sheesh. ended up drinking milo that had hardly any milo. just a lot of condensed milk. phft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem with watching in a mamak shop is the distractions. so many peole walking around here and there. have to keep on moving my head. heh. the match itself was also frustrating. so many chances but all also didn't score. u could here all the people moaning. well... not moaning la. but u know the sound u make when it wasn't a goal. there was one part an uncle was so frustrated he got up and grumbled. kidding-ly lar.... the only part that i liked was when terry saved the ball. hee... the last few minutes was nice though. heh. dad gloated coz both the players that scored was liverpool ones. haha.... mabe i will go and support liverpool? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came home, my sis said: the show was nice. but i prefer cars still. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115045165012586329?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115045165012586329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115045165012586329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115045165012586329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115045165012586329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/06/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-115010557583368695</id><published>2006-06-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:46:15.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday was a long day for me. started out with the petting zoo lo. went to church ard 8. waited for the kids then went to Mcd for breakfast. getting orders for abt 20 kids isnt all that easy. had to ask their orders ard 3 times. we finally got settled down. ate... some ppl couldnt finish their mcmuffins so we gave it to our rubbish bin, kyle. haha. after that we seperated the kids into 4 cars(my mom's, u.adrian's, a.cindy, and a. huai yaw). i followed my mom. the kids in my car were, sean lee dao ming(yea.. he came), nathaniel, and valarie. halfway through the journey, it started to drizzle. the kids were groaning and moaning. ok.. that was too dramatic. they were complaining lar. sean prayed. it was still drizzling went we reached. so we went to the enclosed area first. there were 2 stupid goats(bleah to them), monkeys, oh oh.. and there was a skunk. it was so cute. haha... some of the kids put a snake ard their neck. eee... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went ard the whole place. there was a guide, so he explained things to us. we all got free rides on ostriches. fun... it was my 2nd time, but it still was fun. after that went home lo. but the kids were quite well behaved this time. mabe the naughty kids weren't ard? haha.. or mabe we trained our kids well hoh su? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yf went to sasa's hs for bak kut teh. my family, su's and paul's. we had to fit me, my bro, su, laura, ssa, and paul into u. martin's car. squeeze. heh. while eating dinner, we thought bought pillow. because bak kut teh is pork, and the other dish was vege, we concluded that if she had come, she wld have eaten white rice only. haha. rite? i drank so much soup. in was nice but after that felt bloated. heh. after eating till cannot eat anymore, went to sit and wait till england vs. paraguay started. before we on the tv, u. martin commented mabe they scored a goal d. then when we on it, realli scored. own goal. cacat lar. my first match of world cup, and such a disappointment. that game was boring. we had fruits(honeydew!) during the game. and as i was sitting the closest to the table. su, sa, and paul kept on asking me to take food for them. at half time, we just took the whole plate in front of us and ate it all. heh. i reached back home almost 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, children's church had a pizza party for the girls. older girls make pizza, younger girls make cocktail. i didn't eat the pizza. it wasnt because i didn't trust them k.. it was because i was full. after that, the boys had a basketball party. it was in tp area. there were coaches to teach them for a while. the training looked fun. the yf that went were, paul, josh, me, su, kyle, and randy. oh.. and ryan came halfway through. some of us went earlier to 'book' the court so other ppl wnt come and and play. heh. and i cant play for nuts. the kids play better than i do. so most of the time, i entertained the smaller kids who came like, ming, faith, dominic and benidict. ben kept on complaining that it was hot. he asked if they can put air-con in the park so that it will be cold like genting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back tired. ate maggi mee for dinner. heh. am going to watch 'cars' now in summit. whee... i still like this kind of shows. i think for me, i prefer this kind of shows than poseidon. hah to u loh. hehe. sheesh lar. and i cant sign in to my msn for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-115010557583368695?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/115010557583368695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=115010557583368695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115010557583368695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/115010557583368695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-was-long-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114958646373012875</id><published>2006-06-06T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:34:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew.. kids jus went back. joycelyn, joanne, ben and ja came to my house while their parents went to cell leaders retreat. am not complaining. was fun. no parents!! haha. only my grandma. party!! heh. but we still behaved ourselves. we are very good u noe... haha.. most of the time they played with our ps2 and sims on the computer. did u noe tat in sims, they can become lesbians? jus found that out when jocelyn was playing. haha! heh. i made 15 bull's eye eggs today for lunch for us. 15! nvr make so many in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat am going to petting zoo. i feel lik a small kid. haha. taking my children church kids there. helpers must come also. haha... act i dun mind. the teachers paying for our enterence fee. oh! its windy outside. i can see the back neighbour's potato leaves moving about in the wind. haha. i love windy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth else happened d. oh. except that i leanred how to play rammi-o today after my bro received it for 5 mths. haha! tats all. today's one is short. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114958646373012875?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114958646373012875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114958646373012875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114958646373012875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114958646373012875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/06/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114916870609878857</id><published>2006-06-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:31:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my butt pain lar coz went cycling at bukit cahaya. i learned that cycling too long affects ur butt. went to celebrate paul n sasa's birthday. we took so many pics. ss betul. haha. my stupid bicycle was cacat. everytime wanna change gear, the chain come out. U. Allen had to put it back. so after a while, stopped changing gear. when going up the hill, everyone push. except the guys. hah. when going down slope so fun ler.... got one time, paul's chain thing came also out coz of the stupid gear. mieja got leg cramp for a while. we went into d four seasons thing too. all of us expected it to have four seasons lar. turn out to be 1 season only. they change it after every 3 mths. it was spring that time. so many flowers. so nice! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eat lunch at a&amp;w. then send me back while the rest go jamming after that. humph. had guitar class. at nite suppose to have tuiton but... last minute teacher canceled!! woohoo... could go to cell!! haha... now i appreciate going to cell more often d. wat is tuiton compared to lazing and doing unimportant stuff with ur frens. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now before dinner, went into the downstairs toilet. and near the mirror there was a stupid lizard! i screamed and ran out. bro said it is just a lizard and won't do u any harm. i ignored him and went to the upstairs toilet. after bathing and all, coming down the stairs, if some of u noe my hs, there is a banner-type over there. there was another lizard there. argh!! where did all these lizards come from?? there used to be hardly in my hs. sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is fri. hope got prospect ler....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114916870609878857?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114916870609878857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114916870609878857' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114916870609878857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114916870609878857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-butt-pain-lar-coz-went-cycling-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114890315587181933</id><published>2006-05-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T04:45:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>body aching all over. dunu why. cannot be because of bible blast kua. it was fun! eventhough i didn't read da vinci code or anything. i find the messages quite practical. my team won. hurray! haha... honestly speaking, i nvr thought that we wld. coz most of my team are the quiet kind. n i dun realli know how to lead lar. but we won anyway. whee... and poor jeffrey hurt his leg. i also dunu how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the game, me and samuel were looking for the clues in tung ling hall there. then we heard abel n jocelyn's voice coming up the stairs. haha.. he ran to hide where all the brooms and mops were. and i hid in the last toilet. he came up and had to go inside the exact toilet where i was standing. i screamed. haha. i got caught lar obviously. samuel got away though. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see(i noe i noe. watch.) i not stupid too on dvd later. i dun want to cry! if its in the cinema ok lar. anyway, i 'chup-ed' the cushion d. if it doesnt get stolen halfway. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go bathe now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114890315587181933?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114890315587181933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114890315587181933' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114890315587181933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114890315587181933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/body-aching-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114813582782500199</id><published>2006-05-20T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:37:07.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today piao got married! haha.. so nice. i think i have the wedding fever now. heh. piao wrote a song for her. so romantic.... n josh, abel, n garrett did a performance. that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went straight 4 yf. after yf, d rest all gone back d. except for me. n josh, abel, paul, joel, kit, n cae me. they were all to go to jia chui's hse. but before they went, realised that joel's car(act is his mom's one) got punctured! we all saw d nail stuck in d tire. wahaha... d guys all pandai to try go n change d tire lar. act they dunu wan. dunu wat they do la.. kenot change. dun even noe how to use d jack.haha! i can tease them 4 quite a long while d. HAHA!! they say want go drive to proton. dunu wether they were serious or not wan. then my dad came. ask him to help lu. min ser n a few others were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so try to take d hubcap(is this d way to spell it?) off. use screwdriver. kenot. too tight. i think a few ppl made decisions then to not buy any gen2's. haha.... at last i said to go n call the proton ppl here. act i was joking wan. but su min drove paul n abel there. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d guy came, used a long screw driver to take off d hubcap. he did it so fast. but din c him change the tire. had to go d... but kit said it was finished after 10 min lo. haha. n we toke ard 30 minutes to take off d hubcap which din even suceed. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to subang parade to buy my sis's prez n some others 4 my dad's friend. we went to &lt;em&gt;toys' r us&lt;/em&gt;. there was this stupid talking bowling ball. ask it a ques, n it will tell u d ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick: is my sister pretty?&lt;br /&gt;stupid  bowling ball: from the looks of it, NO.&lt;br /&gt;nick: it said no! it said no!&lt;br /&gt;me: nick. stop it. is a stupid ball.&lt;br /&gt;nick: m i a handsome boy?&lt;br /&gt;SBB: yes. definately.&lt;br /&gt;nick: it said yes! it said yes!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh gosh. pls lar.&lt;br /&gt;*walks away while nick keeps on going asking DUMB ques*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* sleepy. nitez! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114813582782500199?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114813582782500199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114813582782500199' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114813582782500199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114813582782500199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-piao-got-married-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114777341771881153</id><published>2006-05-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T02:56:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo... chiniese show starting. shall post a real post another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114777341771881153?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114777341771881153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114777341771881153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114777341771881153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114777341771881153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-114742791176355786</id><published>2006-05-12T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:58:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m tagged. haha!! nvr knew there was such a thing act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like a guy who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loves God more than he loves me&lt;br /&gt;- loves me no matter what happens and for who i am&lt;br /&gt;- loves kids&lt;br /&gt;- will always trust and have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;- sticks up for me&lt;br /&gt;- comforts me when i am sad and laughs with me when i m happy&lt;br /&gt;- knows me inside and outside&lt;br /&gt;- is humble and will help me be too(heh...)&lt;br /&gt;- has a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.... i shall continue waiting and praying for that guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee.... no more ppl for me to tag oso. i cld tag kien? MAKE him update his blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! give me ppl to tag. is no fun if i cant tag anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114742791176355786?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114742791176355786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114742791176355786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114742791176355786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114742791176355786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-m-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114726917471340691</id><published>2006-05-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:52:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahiz... i was suppose to post a blog yest. type nice nice d noe. then i pressed publish post. then came out cannot find server. argh!! so tried to go back and re-type. waited so long for it to download. at last.... cannot find server. can die la.. so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall leave watever i wanna say. lazy to re-type. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my sore throat is better(abel n paul, i did drink water k...). still got flu. ryan, i slept in air con room. din get worse. got better act. haha! for breakfast i had nasi lemak. mom forgot i had sore throat. feeling better ma. so eat lo. hope it doesnt get worse tomorrow. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abel.. be patient. m typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to one utama today. mom went to pick up her freind then went there to sit n chat. me n my bro being bored, went to mph. i can stay at mph for hrs n be happy. haha.. i noe some ppl hu wld jus die. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time they came to pick us up was ard 5. went to eat tea. roti bakar. heh. still nth compared to kluang's wan. then we had to cross jaya jusco to get to d car park. pass some nice shirts. mom n her fren tried some. nick kept on dumping clothes on my mom for her to try on. purpose: to come bac late n not go for tuiton. (sneaky...) finally they were done. bought a shirt each. both oso i pick wan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called zhi wei to tell her we r coming to pick steph up d.. steph was at wei's hs as she din wan to follow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhi wei: hello...&lt;br /&gt;me: hello.... zhi wei? do u noe hu this is?&lt;br /&gt;zw: yes.. che che natalie.&lt;br /&gt;me: no.. i m pearly.&lt;br /&gt;zw: no...&lt;br /&gt;me:yes.&lt;br /&gt;zw: no... pearly sounds much crueler.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. ya. clever girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. sry loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went in to collect steph. bro went too. ming was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: come on steph, lets go.&lt;br /&gt;ming: i wanna play wif gor gor nicholas......&lt;br /&gt;nick: sry ming. but we have to go d.. i play wif u on fri k..&lt;br /&gt;ming: *turns to his mom* i wanna play wif gor gor nicholas(teary d.)&lt;br /&gt;a.HW: but then how is he gonna go back? can u drive?&lt;br /&gt;ming: *pauses. then shakes his head* i wanna play wif gor gor nicholas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally left him crying. so cute lar. wats wif my bro neways?? haha.. ming n wesley luv him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... nick's sly plan worked. we came back only at 7.20p.m. how la to go? too late d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week we have no tuiton nor guitar practice. better enjoy it. dun think it will come again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better go drink water n take my supplements d. nitez ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114726917471340691?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114726917471340691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114726917471340691' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114726917471340691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114726917471340691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahiz.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114674986062107830</id><published>2006-05-04T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:37:40.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. today morn, wanted to stay up for d 01-02-03-04-05-06. i chatted wif kien n loh. was chatting wif su oso before she ditched me for her gor. hmph! haha.. sry. smsed. we smsed till like 12.20a.m. i was tired. not used to it la... so i ask loh to call me till i pick up d ph at 12.50 while i go to sleep first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... wen i woke up, i saw 6 miss calls. from loh. n a msg. from kien. it was 8.00a.m. oops!! haha.. it was on silent mode. i held it in my hand so i can feel d vibration la. then i guess unconsciously i let go of it. wen i told my family wat happened, bro said, " too bad! u will have to wait another 100 yrs!" ish la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today me, bro n sis were chewing bubble gum. me n my sis were teaching nick how to blow a bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no.. not like this.."&lt;br /&gt;"how? like this?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes.. but dun make d gum too thin. then use ur teeth"&lt;br /&gt;*tried blowing* *phftt*&lt;br /&gt;"kenot lar!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally he cld do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jie jie look! i can do it d."&lt;br /&gt;"ya ya.. ok. now go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so thrilled. haha.. glad to have tot sombody somthing. no matter how unimportant it may be. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114674986062107830?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114674986062107830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114674986062107830' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114674986062107830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114674986062107830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114657616584102642</id><published>2006-05-02T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T06:22:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i luv disney!! over yest n today, i have watched lion king, beauty and the beast, and little mermaid. whee...! disney craze!! haha... i wan little mermaid 2, mulan, and mulan 2. i dun have... but lion king a bit sad. wen d fahter died. haha.. jus remembered somthing. wen i was about 2, i was watching 101 dalmations. then my mom came in and saw me crying. i guess she panic and asked me why. i said cause cruella de vil fell into the ditch. haha!! but she say wan. dunu wether true or not. liddat oso can cry. *phft*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i learned how to abide in God's love. act is v simple. all u have to do is do one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obey His commandments.&lt;br /&gt;He has 49 in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we abide in Him, we will bear much fruit.&lt;br /&gt;to bear fruit means having ppl say we have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do we want to bear fruit?   To become a disciple of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disciple of God= God's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... should start learning His commandments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114657616584102642?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114657616584102642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114657616584102642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114657616584102642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114657616584102642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-luv-disney-over-yest-n-today-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114604524346427350</id><published>2006-04-26T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:54:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi ppl... yest my small cousins came to my hs. heh... played wif them &lt;em&gt;masak-masak&lt;/em&gt;. keke.. my 4-yr old couz jarrett, made me some food(how nice). he made me an apple, doughnut, grapes, chicken n, emm... oh ya. cabbage. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jarrett: nah, jie jie, for u.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. thank u jarrett. *started taking d fork n spoons to eat my apple*&lt;br /&gt;jarrett: no... must take out d skin first.&lt;br /&gt;me: ok.. like this ah? *pretend to scrape d skin off*&lt;br /&gt;jarrett: yah. now jie jie, eat d doughnut. no skin wan tat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. conv was lik this la. haha. after that, he made my draw animals in d zoo for him on d whiteboard. tigres, elephants, girrafes, turtles, seals. walruses. how la to draw?? walrus. seals! i jus draw one head, one body, two hands and four feet(or in some cases, two feet). nobody on earth could ever have known wat i jus drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. he asked me to draw a bear. i drew a tail(a short wan la..) for it too. but then he say, "no jie jie. dun have tail. rub off." so i rub lo. act got or not wan ah? i oso dunu. wahaha! i was laffing at myself inwardly. but he seem satisfied... so, ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his sister 3 yrs old, follow him wherever he goes. does watever he does, says watever he says. they sound alike wan. wen they were leaving tat time, they norm will hug all of us. so hug me, my siblings, my mom(dad not araound) then my grandma. jarrett dowan hug. so mei mei oso din. then my mom say "jarrett, go hug mama la. set good example for mei mei." then he hug, then oni mei hug. she so attached to him. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loh, update d. satisfied?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114604524346427350?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114604524346427350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114604524346427350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114604524346427350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114604524346427350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114544094926849533</id><published>2006-04-19T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:02:29.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few days ago, i went to d bathroom. in my hs. i was getting ready for bed so i din have my specs on. i saw this small brown thing on d floor. so i bend down to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh.. a baby cockroach." *turn araound, face d sink n brush my teeth.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv blogging bout cockroaches. partly coz of su n her phobia of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now was raining heavily. i noe su, tat u dun think ur com will get striked or somthing. but i cant afford to take tat risk. ask my bro to off com n unplug d plugs. hee.... so heavy k. lightning so loud. i screamed. haha.. n then tat stupid pillow chose her sleep over me. huh... leave me all alone. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came up wif a conclusion: su, dramatic. ploh, blur. guys, hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess most ppl noe it d??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114544094926849533?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114544094926849533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Friendship needs no studied phrases,&lt;br /&gt;    Polished face, or whining wiles;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship deals no lavish praises,&lt;br /&gt;    Friendship dons no surface smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship follows Nature's diction,&lt;br /&gt;    Shuns the blandishments of art,&lt;br /&gt;Boldly severs truth from fiction,&lt;br /&gt;    Speaks the language of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship favors no condition,&lt;br /&gt;    Scorns a narrow-minded creed,&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly fulfills its mission,&lt;br /&gt;    Be it word or deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship cheers the faint and weary,&lt;br /&gt;   Makes the timid spirit brave,&lt;br /&gt;Warns the erring, lights the dreary,&lt;br /&gt;   Smooths the passage to the brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frienship- pure, unselfish friendship,&lt;br /&gt;    All through life's alloted span,&lt;br /&gt;Nurtures, strengthens, widens, lengthens,&lt;br /&gt;    Man's relationship with man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunu y. jus like this poem eventho i dun understand some parts of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114507439346282402?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114507439346282402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114507439346282402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114507439346282402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114507439346282402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendship-needs-no-studied-phrases.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114492188367031914</id><published>2006-04-13T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T02:51:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess wat?? yest i went to tuiton. at almost d end, i needed go toilet. so i obviously went. k... i went. d toilet light was off. so i onned(if there is such a word) it n went inside la. and, and.... i almost stepped on a stupid cockroach. i almost screamed. but i still did watever i needed to do la. m not all tat scared. is jus tat it surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder* yuck... blek blek. i wonder wat su wld have done? wahaha...jus thank God it wasnt a lizard or something liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder again*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114492188367031914?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114492188367031914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114492188367031914' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114492188367031914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114492188367031914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-wat-yest-i-went-to-tuiton.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114483625684691519</id><published>2006-04-12T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:04:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee!! came bac from frasers. it was so nice n cold there. here is so hot hot! blek. i dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall we watched tv, eat, play games, eat, watch tv, play games, watch tv, sleep. haha.. sounds boring i noe. but act quite fun wan. its d only time i get to watch tv 3/4 of d day non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was eating dinner outside at d porch there(we stayed in a bungalow). cold k.. wearing jacket. then there was this stupid bug. huge beetle or somthing. dun bother to study bout horrible, disgusting insects. it was flying around us. then came near my head n landed on my thigh. yucky k... i flicked it away n it landed somwhere. so horrible!!! but at least i din cry unlike som ppl i noe... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on d last nite, there was a blackout. me, stephi, n esther were in a room by ourselves. we went to bed around 1.30a.m. then we were still awake at 2.30. execpt esther. she fell asleep by then. it was raining then. its frasers. as if not cold enof must let it rain somore. anyway, there was lightning. u can act c d whole room light up. we had a bit of light coming in from d toilet. then suddenly everything went dark. as in realli dark. cant c a single thing. put ur hand in front of ur face oso wun be able to c... i was kinda scared la. i as it is dun realli lik d dark d... so i kept on swiching my hp light on. haha.. i cldnt sleep. stephi was still awake btw. we finally fell asleep around 4. woke up at nine. tired man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now m bac to hot hot kl... aihz.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114483625684691519?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114483625684691519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114483625684691519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114483625684691519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114483625684691519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheee-came-bac-from-frasers.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-114414489024996904</id><published>2006-04-04T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:01:30.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long din blog. excactly 1 wk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest, when i was about to fall asleep; siblings slept d, lights were off. then i heard a sound. u noe d sound which flying insects make with their wings, hitting the ceiling or something... so i was lik err.... but i cldnt see wat it was. was imagining wat if it comes on my bed in the middle of the night? wat if it comes on my body? geli... finally slept.  in the morn when i woke up, i din see that thing. watever it was, it went away d.  yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went out for breakfast wif family minus dad to mamak shop. while waiting for our food, me n my sis were playing. wif ice from my sis's &lt;em&gt;air limau ais&lt;/em&gt;. we were shooting the ice (lik when u shoot the caram seeds), opposite each other n the other person suppose to block wif their hands (we were bored k. wait so long...). so we were shooting. my turn. i shoot la, lik i suppose to. then i shoot too hard. went to d other uncle's table. kena his hand. he was alone. whoops.... said sorry. bro was laughing at me. n he was jus about to join us. sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;maggi mee goreng&lt;/em&gt; finally came...... started eating....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114414489024996904?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114355406281239507</id><published>2006-03-28T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T05:54:22.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... today i, we actually(me n pillow) finally got kien to create a blog. at last.. haha. mus comment wan u noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. tomorrow got tuiton. i mean, overall is ok la, but jus the thought of going there... dread it. but when u actually get there is ok. for me anyway. haha. bro n sis was complaining d whole week. told them start complaining only on tues. dun spoil the whole week. so now they r complaining. lolz... for others tuiton is lik nth. but for us its d first actual tuiton for us. i noe m making a big deal out of everything but.. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee... tomorrow's the day. can't wait... blek..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114355406281239507?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114355406281239507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114355406281239507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114355406281239507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114355406281239507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114312280156465849</id><published>2006-03-23T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:06:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunu wat to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody sing a song, lu la, lu la...&lt;br /&gt;everybody sing a song, lu la lu la le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee... haha! i sot d. m super bored. i feel lik my life very routine-ish. nth interesting happen, nth bad happen(tats one thing to be thankful for. hehe..), no exams(so no stress), i guess i shld be thankful, but compared to other ppl, boring lar... nvrm, i shall thank God all d same, rite? rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot. ten d. sleeping time... nitey..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114312280156465849?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114312280156465849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114312280156465849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114312280156465849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114312280156465849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dunu-wat-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-114266003651637591</id><published>2006-03-17T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:59:53.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day, sherlock holmes and watson went out camping to some place. they pitched their tent and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the nite, holmes nudged watson up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holmes: watson... look up and tell me what u c what u see..&lt;br /&gt;watson: hmm.... i see the stars. the moon. i see that God is d ultimate creator of the universe. *turns to holmes and asks*, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;holmes: i see that somebody stole our tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad told us this joke while we were having dinner with u.dinoj and a.amelia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114266003651637591?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114266003651637591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114266003651637591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114266003651637591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114266003651637591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-day-sherlock-holmes-and-watson.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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-23395027.post-114258397336680838</id><published>2006-03-17T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:26:13.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee... at last m updating it. so long d. pillow ask me to update. hmm.. yest saw a dvd. 'stand by me'. we ate Pringles while watching. haha.... was a show bout frenship. bout this 4 guys, gordo, vern, teddy(sounds so sissy) and chris. 12 yr olds, who wanted to be heroes and wanted to search for a dead missing body(the body was scary, i din lik it). they found it at last. these four boys all had diff characters and thro this journey learned to understand and stick up for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda funny, but they swear a lot n i din lik d ending!!  of d four, only two remained best frens as they drifted apart. chris and gordo. later on when they were older d, chris,while trying to bread up a fight between two ppl, which one had a knife, got killed. d knife went thro his throat. luckily they din show tat part. it was a flashback kind of thing. sad ending... i ni tak suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me to cherish my frens. from ppl lik d wi-lee-ngs who were my frens practically since i was born. pearly n su, my beloved frens who i can tell everything too. d ss gang. my gor, eventho i oni knew him late last yr. abel, garrett, joshua, my children church frens... n all d rest. thx for being my fren!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness... i feel so emo now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114258397336680838?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114258397336680838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114258397336680838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114258397336680838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114258397336680838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/03/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114191314312913320</id><published>2006-03-09T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:12:19.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad.. so little ppl online now. or rather got.. but dun tok wan. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to susu's house for cell. we were crapping away as usual. tokin bout weddings. how did tat topic come up? haha! tokin bout wat colour theme our wedding should be. su ann decided for me tat mine should be white, blue and, lilac-lavanderish and&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she decided for herself tat hers shall be white and gold. then we got thinking about pillow's wedding. we predicted orange!! orange gown, orange deco. then we pitied her future husband. orange tux, orange shoes. muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we decided tat we shall get married together. without pillow's consent. we r assuming she would agree. u wld rite pillow? yes la.. she wun be so bad wan. wait. got got. she bullly me wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav to go offline now. sadness.. bye to meself =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114191314312913320?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114191314312913320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114191314312913320' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114191314312913320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114191314312913320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/03/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395027.post-114181311394519966</id><published>2006-03-08T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:18:33.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the reason i have a blog has got to do with pillow. i told her i will create a blog as soon as she comes to my house. she came two days later. &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;jus now in the afternoon my bro n sis were playing. fighting with sticks or somthing. 'fencing'. i was there peacefully reading 'pride and prejudice'. i could hear, "hah! hah!" u noe... d sound when ppl are fighting. then there would be like:&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;sis: hit arm aredi!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bro: no... where got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sis: got la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bro: dun hav!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sis: fine! start over again then!&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;so technically they didn't really finish their game. all they did was start it over and over. btw, they were playing it in the living room. where i was sitting. so at times they nearly hit me. and all the other stuffs.&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;but it still was fun hearing them play. if i weren't so engrossed in my book i wld hav joined them.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23395027-114181311394519966?l=natalienwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/feeds/114181311394519966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23395027&amp;postID=114181311394519966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114181311394519966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23395027/posts/default/114181311394519966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalienwp.blogspot.com/2006/03/reason-i-have-blog-has-got-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454957202303327501</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>
