<?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-7617001</id><updated>2011-08-04T16:12:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nat.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>568</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-4977873957779614955</id><published>2010-01-23T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:15:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm learning something new each day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually earning my own money and now (!!!) I feel the pinch when I'm about to spend money. My heart breaks a little now that there's 1 beep instead of 2 when I take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with children is an extremely rewarding and humbling experience, and I am so glad I took this up. Life hasn't removed the innocence from them, and that makes all the difference. It's like their little hearts are filled with nothing but joy, love and laughter. They are so beautiful when they smile. I think I may have fallen for these children. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute they cry, and hold out their arms, there's someone there holding onto them, rubbing their back, and soothing them. The things that hurt them are nothing to us. They don't have to worry about being all alone because someone is ever ready to wipe away the tears or kiss the pain away. I wish it were that way for us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we made paper planes for the children - because "A is for aeroplane" - and Ms Sum said, as we watched on, "You want to know the secret to being happy? Learn from these kids. Just a piece of paper is enough to make them squeal and laugh with delight. Find joy in the small things." It isn't easy, but I shall make it a point this year to do just that, and to count my blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a decision isn't that difficult, it's living with that decision; dealing with the regret, if any, that makes it so tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4977873957779614955?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4977873957779614955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4977873957779614955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4977873957779614955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4977873957779614955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-learning-something-new-each-day-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1314346382508171389</id><published>2010-01-01T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:47:24.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard this song on the bus to caroling and fell in love with it. Vieny has awesome songs. (: Avalon is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could live life alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And never feel the longings of my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The healing warmth of someone's arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I could live without dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And never know the thrill of what could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With every star so far and out of reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could live without many things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I could carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I couldn't face my life tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without your hope in my heart, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't live a day without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord there's no night and there's no morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without your loving arms to hold me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the heartbeat of all I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't live a day without You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where I actually miss going to school, miss choir practices, and I find myself missing the people that I'm so used to seeing around me everyday. Thank you for contributing to the entire tj experience. I'm suddenly thinking of Mr Chan! Haha, I kinda miss him and his antics. And Ms Tham; my pillar of strength in many ways. People forget people, but they won't forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 12 years, with each new year came certainty; but this year I found only a huge and fat question mark along with reluctance to start the new year, because 2010 holds much too much uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course sparklers, party poppers and laughter of the moment chased all the doubt away. Undisguised pleasure frozen forever in time; thank you for capturing those moments on your fancy schmancy DSLRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the people that matter, know that I carry you in my heart always. I marvel at our friendship all the time. Thank you for being by my side; encouraging me to take that leap of faith; and being poised and ready to catch me should I ever fall. I hope I can do the same for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself how lucky I am to have somemeone so special to miss." &lt;/em&gt;Haha I really love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm not going to ask for a heart that feels nothing. &lt;strong&gt;"How is it that some people sit in the sun looking like sour apples, while others whistle in the rain?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to learn how to whistle in the rain. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1314346382508171389?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1314346382508171389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1314346382508171389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1314346382508171389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1314346382508171389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-heard-this-song-on-bus-to-caroling.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5566723887267570360</id><published>2009-12-15T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:34:36.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am very happy over an email. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people on my speed dial aren't in town, who am I going to call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5566723887267570360?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5566723887267570360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5566723887267570360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5566723887267570360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5566723887267570360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-very-happy-over-email.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2551832620093631218</id><published>2009-12-08T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:29:09.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel like blasting&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Get Hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and dancing crazily to it.&lt;br /&gt;Or drowning in some electric guitar sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2551832620093631218?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2551832620093631218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2551832620093631218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2551832620093631218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2551832620093631218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/feel-like-blasting-get-hot-and-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2308332159011200158</id><published>2009-12-02T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:25:48.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But You Didn't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time&lt;br /&gt;You lent me your car, and I dented it?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd kill me.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you came in jeans?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd hate me.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times&lt;br /&gt;I'd flirt with guys just to make you jealous, and you were?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd drop me.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of things you did&lt;br /&gt;To put up with me, to make me happy, to love me&lt;br /&gt;And there were so many things&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you when you came back from Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you didn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resisting the urge to probe deeper and further is my saving grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2308332159011200158?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2308332159011200158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2308332159011200158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2308332159011200158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2308332159011200158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-you-didnt-remember-time-you-lent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4303628971153500164</id><published>2009-11-30T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:03:04.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Focus on your giants, you stumble.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on God, your giants tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been different these days. Not better, but just different. Time flies, what's new. Had a sudden memory, one year ago today we were going to fly off to Hungary! The itinery is still pinned up on my board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with the clique at the sleepover! We could make a docu-drama, 5 girls and 2 beds. HAHA. And I'm sorry oli I didn't say bye to you because I was intoxicated with sleep, even though I vaguely remember you patting my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a pity we got so little pool time. The guard was very funny. He kept coming over to glare at us with his arms on his hips because we were making too much noise. Reminiscent of primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pretended to be SUNTANNING at 9.30pm to give the residents of Ocean Park some peace and quiet. Which lasted for about 10 seconds before we started making noise with our hilarious horse war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girls! I can't say enough times that I'm so glad we're still so close despite going to different JCs! Although we are further divided into two groups - the "VJ people" and the "&lt;em&gt;chapalang &lt;/em&gt;JC people"(the RJ-HCI-TJ 'alliance' omg we are so retarded). Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want alot for Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is just one thing I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care about the presents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you for my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More than you could ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make my wish come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes! It's that time of the year again!&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4303628971153500164?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4303628971153500164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4303628971153500164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4303628971153500164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4303628971153500164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/focus-on-your-giants-you-stumble.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2182501209133350464</id><published>2009-11-01T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:20:52.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Su2XsgDWtXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/K-xXJ41YTzM/s1600-h/Photo0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399138319061136754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Su2XsgDWtXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/K-xXJ41YTzM/s320/Photo0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Shil's handwriting hasn't changed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. In the midst of studying today; thanks to the noisy O-level kids mugging for SS, we began to talk about our life in tk and how much we slept our lessons away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at old stories and old gossip. It seems so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to cystic fibrosis and SCID and reverse transcriptase and what not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2182501209133350464?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2182501209133350464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2182501209133350464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2182501209133350464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2182501209133350464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Su2XsgDWtXI/AAAAAAAAA7g/K-xXJ41YTzM/s72-c/Photo0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-6008180720075850283</id><published>2009-10-20T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:35:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seraphic is just about the funniest primary 2 kid I've ever met. She's totally weightless! She's so proud of her protruding ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seraphic: *whispers* Is it true that SLT?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who is 'S'? Actually it's TLC*.&lt;br /&gt;Seraphic: Oh, I don't know her name start with C, I thought start with S.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what do you think about C being your sister-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;Seraphic: *thinks and studies cherylin* Hmmm. I think I would prefer a sexy girl leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* TLC : T______ loves C_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the exchange below left Xichun and me shaking with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seraphic was playing with xichun's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to take a photo of your flag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT? YOU WANT TO TAKE A PHOTO OF MY FATS...?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seraphic is really damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;And so is her mother.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6008180720075850283?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6008180720075850283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6008180720075850283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6008180720075850283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6008180720075850283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/seraphic-is-just-about-funniest-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-7074607464214983816</id><published>2009-10-18T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:10:48.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want _______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-7074607464214983816?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7074607464214983816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=7074607464214983816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7074607464214983816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7074607464214983816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8608210283289333282</id><published>2009-10-02T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:30:23.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B_____ &amp;amp; J_______, a match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;b) Bitch &amp;amp; Jerk&lt;br /&gt;c) Bread &amp;amp; Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, prelims are over. Pseudo liberation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8608210283289333282?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8608210283289333282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8608210283289333282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8608210283289333282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8608210283289333282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/b-j-match-made-in-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4601651734197154192</id><published>2009-09-11T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:58:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"She is damn rich. She lives in a house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the funniest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very comforting to know that there are people who will stand by me, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Key words being no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4601651734197154192?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4601651734197154192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4601651734197154192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4601651734197154192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4601651734197154192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-is-damn-rich.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5714935514518783782</id><published>2009-09-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:05:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The world does not revolve around you. Hello, you revolve &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5714935514518783782?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5714935514518783782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5714935514518783782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5714935514518783782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5714935514518783782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-does-not-revolve-around-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1984667509744348432</id><published>2009-09-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:44:02.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's okay to be selfish."&lt;br /&gt;-Yeo Hui Hoon, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1984667509744348432?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1984667509744348432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1984667509744348432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1984667509744348432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1984667509744348432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-okay-to-be-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5041393417457865586</id><published>2009-09-03T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:01:30.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Real life jihoo, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Need you now, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: It's times likes these that I'm really thankful for technology. I know shil's eternally grateful because of online shopping. Haha. Had a nice long chat with oli; it's been ages since we last talked and it feels really, really, good. (: So good that I can even lose track of time, it's already 1:52am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know she hasn't changed; i'm still the same old natacha to her, and she's still the same thick skinned but really truthful and sincere girl I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the days where we used to sit around and just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed before school beckons in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5041393417457865586?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5041393417457865586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5041393417457865586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5041393417457865586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5041393417457865586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-life-jihoo-where-are-you-need-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1613926700995736683</id><published>2009-09-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:37:20.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you juniors for the lovely jts; for the nice time, for the good food (yay lots of mushrooms!), for the sweet messages and for all the memories from the past few months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will continue to keep smiling. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three day work week, I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dating with shinlang on monday! We did the number thing and it worked only once! At the count of 3 we were supposed to shout the number of the hairband that we liked. We both liked hairband #2 so I went ahead and bought it. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my real life jihoo. &lt;br /&gt;Because my teen life (which really shouldn't be a big deal) feels tough. &lt;br /&gt;Because I feel that there are way too many actors in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust that easily anymore; it's too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening alot to the song through with love. Emo song for the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1613926700995736683?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1613926700995736683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1613926700995736683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1613926700995736683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1613926700995736683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-juniors-for-lovely-jts-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4997794720951022017</id><published>2009-08-27T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:40:20.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, see la, it's all minyu's fault, now even shinlang's moving over to the dbsk camp. &lt;br /&gt;Eh how can you forget your kyujong!!  &lt;br /&gt;How can you leave me alone to be high myself! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly think baby is damn hot; when he jumps up and does the whisper whisper thing; omg. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm prolly 1247 years late in realizing that, but better late than never. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway school's been just fine, failed attempts at acting cute caused quite a commotion; laughed so hard at taiwan soaps and their theme songs, had a nice korean dinner and had fun with shilbe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story shouldn't have more than 1 version to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4997794720951022017?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4997794720951022017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4997794720951022017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4997794720951022017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4997794720951022017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-la-its-all-minyus-fault-now-even.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2239174424123485282</id><published>2009-08-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:04:01.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not your fault those hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;Clinging onto the wounds of the past&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to love someone&lt;br /&gt;Turning your back against the true meaning of the story &lt;br /&gt;The heart that is hugged slowly melts like ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by someone, by anyone&lt;br /&gt;It makes life shine like this &lt;br /&gt;If it were me, &lt;br /&gt;I would make your heart warm once again with my undying love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate's play&lt;br /&gt;Even though it makes your heart ache&lt;br /&gt;When the tears end&lt;br /&gt;A ray of light descends from the darkness &lt;br /&gt;We can grasp it, we can feel it &lt;br /&gt;The fierce painful touch of a person's warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;That every person endures&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a refuge &lt;br /&gt;For you, that place is here&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, don't falter anymore &lt;br /&gt;I will protect you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a love so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid &lt;br /&gt;This time it's beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today someone brought up a very relevant point when we were talking about love during lesson study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't love someone, no matter what he or she says or do will not hurt me because I have a shield of indifference for protection. Only the people that I love can hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifference is a powerful tool. Need to start building that shield A to the S to the A to the P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2239174424123485282?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2239174424123485282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2239174424123485282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2239174424123485282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2239174424123485282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-your-fault-those-hands-are-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2880152708156145074</id><published>2009-08-21T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:18:07.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JC has changed me. I've become so cynical and there's a certain coldness in me that I can't recognize as myself. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This week has been extremely exhausting; disappointing, and somewhat empty. The more I hope for something; the greater the disappointment. Some things just don't change. I was once asked, woud I rather live in my own little world and be ignorant of the things happening around me? Yeah, I think I would. Then I would just be happy everyday, even if I'm just deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a passing thought; but it kept floating in and out of my head; why do people have to lie! I get very bothered when I find out that people lie. To me. I should learn how to get over it, simply because the world lies. I shouldn't be too quick to reveal the truth all the time too. I should start learning to protect myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the little pockets of H1 econs breaks manage to make me happy. Of coffee stained notes; coffee stained bags and wallets, of crazy plans to be anonymous people, of laughter, of korean songs and of intellectual conversations, I love our breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's mind over matter. I don't mind, and you don't matter."&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2880152708156145074?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2880152708156145074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2880152708156145074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2880152708156145074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2880152708156145074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/jc-has-changed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6080626868416579669</id><published>2009-08-15T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:06:13.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a lovely day (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad we helped to change some people's walk with God through our music. It's a humbling experience, when somebody quietly thanks you for that. I'm grateful for the worship team and I'm amazed at how much we can do with just our voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to cherylin and vieny for accompanying us on the piano and keyboard; vincenz for playing the guitar so willingly, matthew, maru and lakshi for being awesome singers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to ask nat to play the guitar for us, but from now onwards we'll just be looking for vincenz; our rising guitar hero. Haha. Looking forward to making more lovely music with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see the church full again today; the campers were back and so was the buzz around church. Had a great lunch with great company and then I cabbed home with rochael, lakshi and bayu's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this sudden urge to burst out in song, oh happy day!&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/7617001-6080626868416579669?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6080626868416579669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6080626868416579669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6080626868416579669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6080626868416579669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-lovely-day-im-really-glad-we.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1466986217835558201</id><published>2009-08-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:58:35.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you start things off on the wrong foot; things just don't work out the way you hoped it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish young saeng (or rather his "I can turn back time" character) was here; then he can do this thing and turn back time for me. And I swear I'd make everything right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to live for myself; how to be indifferent when circumstances call for it. It's the ugly truth, the world sucks. Where have I been residing to not notice all the ugly things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only here because my mother was watching we got married on my com. My mother! Surprise surprise! She finished two episodes. :D And for once, she actually managed to understand without having to ask me too many questions. She very adorably calls it "the funny and sad korean show". Yay my mother is hip! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a long day&lt;em&gt;, Hwaiting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(omg i cant believe I just typed that. HAHA. The koreans just have a very cute way of pronouncing &lt;em&gt;fighting&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how it's fascinating how some people really do pronounce orange juice as &lt;strong&gt;oleng joo&lt;/strong&gt;. I died of laughter in class when I read 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I feel relieved. Relieved that I survived another day, relieved that nothing bad happened, relieved that the people around me still care for me, relieved that the night is here and I can be a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1466986217835558201?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1466986217835558201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1466986217835558201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1466986217835558201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1466986217835558201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-start-things-off-on-wrong-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3348683103630103568</id><published>2009-08-09T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:56:58.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take this sinking boat&lt;br /&gt;And point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice&lt;br /&gt;You have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You make it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect the song to be so thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend suddenly feels too long.&lt;br /&gt;But I shan't complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3348683103630103568?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3348683103630103568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3348683103630103568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3348683103630103568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3348683103630103568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-this-sinking-boat-and-point-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1800662796260247486</id><published>2009-08-08T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:31:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday becomes a chore, because I have to get through this and that; this and that. Sometimes it's confusing and extremely frustrating; and yet sometimes thankfully I don't have the time to worry about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after listening to Ps Chan's message yesterday, I'm determined not to ask the why questions when tough times come knocking. Because why questions associate blame; and more often than not leads to a million what ifs, which only serves to trap me in a vicious cycle of misery and anger. Instead I should ask the what and the how; because it will help to transform me into a stronger person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my hardest! I won't let things stand in my way of happiness anymore. There's been way too much sorrow recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely time making music today; am looking forward to singing that song with my lovely next week. Everything wrong in the world feels right when we're in perfect harmony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many little things really go a long way to make my day. When missy g brought me medicine; I was speechless! Thanks shinlang! :D And things like "you're my prettiest buin so you must smile" really touch me and makes me feel thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, we're straight." I confidently declared.&lt;br /&gt;"She's straight, I'm not." (Points at me; and then herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA OMG. &lt;br /&gt;School can get really funny. &lt;br /&gt;Only during national day celebrations yesterday did I realize how tj life would be so different had I not been in 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, long weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Share the love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1800662796260247486?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1800662796260247486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1800662796260247486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1800662796260247486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1800662796260247486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyday-becomes-chore-because-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6711704135481767982</id><published>2009-08-01T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:04:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes people just don't know that they've been selfish, they don't know that they've hurt you, they don't know that they made you cry. And they usually never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature&lt;br /&gt;Hwang Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that I want to say to you now,&lt;br /&gt;Could be a little embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;Since I usually just joke around with you&lt;br /&gt;Please try to understand and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought that I was not yet qualified to love&lt;br /&gt;When I first met you I had no confidence,&lt;br /&gt;And I had worries such as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent together&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to these precious moments,&lt;br /&gt;You're always by my side looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thankful for your trust and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll mature, when you're watching me&lt;br /&gt;The scent of love that won't change&lt;br /&gt;I'll mature even more when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;With a trusting gaze that won't change&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll begin changing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words like I love you and I like you,&lt;br /&gt;Words that I couldn't say and were awkward&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it light like a joke&lt;br /&gt;Did I do wrong, your heart hurt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes&lt;br /&gt;And the world changes,&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I've matured very little,&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're protecting me by my side&lt;br /&gt;When I need your love and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll mature, when you're watching me&lt;br /&gt;The scent of love that won't change&lt;br /&gt;I'll mature even more when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;With a trusting gaze that won't change&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll begin changing first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll begin loving first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When do you plan to have babies?"&lt;br /&gt;"Babies...when I've bought a house. And enough money to buy formula. I have to feed my kids high quality formulas."&lt;br /&gt;"Breast milk is good enough."&lt;br /&gt;"Breast milk? I'm going to have alot of kids, so breast milk won't be enough."&lt;br /&gt;"One kid a year?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna form a soccer team."&lt;br /&gt;"With even reserve players?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6711704135481767982?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6711704135481767982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6711704135481767982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6711704135481767982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6711704135481767982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-people-just-dont-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-545969682369327230</id><published>2009-07-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:49:50.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby's cute! I like baby after kim hyun joong. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into jing at parkway today. I pointed to kim hyun joong (there seems to be posters of him everywhere) and told her I'm currently obsessed with him. The first thing she said was, "EH. His nose now abit different ah..." TSK. There has been way too much speculation that he had his nose done! Don't ruin it for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw syaz! Looking nerdy and studying hard. Been so long since I last saw her, I miss our ang moh paradise days, our nature valley days, book club days! :D Saw other tk people, we all still look the same, just not in that green pinafore anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ruby with her vj friends and suddenly felt old because she seemed to be out having fun. J1 seems light years away now, my memory of it is rather hazy. Actually, my memory has been failing me alot recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just been so many things going on this week, and it's all because of school, I'm just so glad it's the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-545969682369327230?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/545969682369327230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=545969682369327230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/545969682369327230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/545969682369327230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/babys-cute-i-like-baby-after-kim-hyun.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5834930498071127462</id><published>2009-07-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:44:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who the hell wants to check files. It's like primary school/lower sec all over again. I opened my eyes only to read that message and I wanted to vomit; and had no mood to nap anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been laughing over things like GAP; itchy feet and staircases, and ms cheah's extremely amusing (read: enjoyable) gp lesson today. &lt;br /&gt;Talking about joongbo makes life happier. &lt;br /&gt;School passes much faster when there's laughter. &lt;br /&gt;Learning circles was such a waste of time; Mr CT took us but I was basically stoning away. So were half the people there, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till 3.50pm tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;I will jump for joy and be the first person out of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5834930498071127462?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5834930498071127462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5834930498071127462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5834930498071127462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5834930498071127462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-hell-wants-to-check-files.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5329899672519137339</id><published>2009-07-24T20:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:14:52.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We Got Married Phototaking Part II!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class left for break, we decided to stay and take some photos. We initially wanted to do the wheelbarrow photo; but look how it turned out. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmtRE1bZ8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FmzSAQfUbjE/s1600-h/WGM+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362007340228503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmtRE1bZ8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FmzSAQfUbjE/s320/WGM+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmtLLPNsmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/hqkQOyGavD0/s1600-h/Photo0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362007238868054626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmtLLPNsmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/hqkQOyGavD0/s320/Photo0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. FAIL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to try the jump shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmsO8h9iHI/AAAAAAAAA7A/EsqXdn0Hn-w/s1600-h/WGM+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362006204128004210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmsO8h9iHI/AAAAAAAAA7A/EsqXdn0Hn-w/s320/WGM+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Smmr8QLsrSI/AAAAAAAAA64/3wshgEf4jbk/s1600-h/Photo0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362005882985819426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Smmr8QLsrSI/AAAAAAAAA64/3wshgEf4jbk/s320/Photo0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preparing to jump with our electrochem tutorials in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmrhFsR3_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/1TYZ_SoasDg/s1600-h/Photo0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362005416313217010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmrhFsR3_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/1TYZ_SoasDg/s320/Photo0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landed! Fail.&lt;br /&gt;So we tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Smmob4LkK7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/nUmLknlWlPw/s1600-h/Photo0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362002028252113842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Smmob4LkK7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/nUmLknlWlPw/s320/Photo0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how it turned out, HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Missy g has an amazing ability to jump, I am so amazed! Next to her it seems like I barely jumped. Haha. Check out her hair, she looks like she's being electrocuted! That's how they draw people getting electrocuted in comics and cartoons and what not right!&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;Looks quite like the original! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the break we just couldn't stop laughing, the photo's just too funny. And at the end of the day, we were still laughing over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend's here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ying Kai seems to have no optimism left in her, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's Friday! The weekend is here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No?!?! Monday is coming soon lor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had nowhere to write this down after chin (who got it from xuanting) showed it to me, so I wrote it on my chem notes. I felt it to be quite true and I was thinking about it for some time while mr cheng wasn't teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be &lt;/strong&gt;(merely one of)&lt;strong&gt; their option&lt;/strong&gt;(s)&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to get cosy in bed! Even though it's only 8plus! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for assuring me that you're always there for me, best friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it means so much that you're behind me, for everything I do and every decision I make.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why you're on my speed dial. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5329899672519137339?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5329899672519137339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5329899672519137339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5329899672519137339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5329899672519137339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-got-married-phototaking-part-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmmtRE1bZ8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FmzSAQfUbjE/s72-c/WGM+(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-1066348474244494198</id><published>2009-07-19T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:30:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to be a good girl and download stuff from matrix to do; but I ended up clicking on we got married. Epic fail. But I laughed like crazy, so it was all worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the da vinci exhibition today, thanks to my passion card we had a discount! (Sorry, aunty moment.) And then we walked around the science centre. This is the first time I actually had fun at the science centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I really like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell God how big your storm is, tell your storm how big your God is.&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/7617001-1066348474244494198?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1066348474244494198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1066348474244494198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1066348474244494198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1066348474244494198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanted-to-be-good-girl-and-download.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3286543942520839245</id><published>2009-07-17T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:51:11.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you put two obsessed girls who are kinda bored at break together.&lt;br /&gt;She is my shinlang and I am her buin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is happy!&lt;br /&gt;Just for today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmCcd1NtP8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/FiX4Q2E9Duk/s1600-h/WGM+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359455592885600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmCcd1NtP8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/FiX4Q2E9Duk/s320/WGM+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmCcOkYLQvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/YUkGiSZNhK8/s1600-h/Photo0167new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359455330668069618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmCcOkYLQvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/YUkGiSZNhK8/s320/Photo0167new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. My bouquet of flowers was an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised the green tea packet has replaced hyunjoong's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmCbpZ2bTsI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/RfzoQucfxLg/s1600-h/Photo0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, school was not bad today, except that it ended with triple chem. Anti climatic to the max yo! But nevermind, weekend's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on monday, shinlang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3286543942520839245?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3286543942520839245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3286543942520839245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3286543942520839245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3286543942520839245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-happens-when-you-put-two.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SmCcd1NtP8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/FiX4Q2E9Duk/s72-c/WGM+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-2422344367058658464</id><published>2009-07-16T17:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:18:51.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I want to be married to you in my next life."&lt;br /&gt;"What a pity, I want to be a lion in my next life, so you'd have to be a lioness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only if hwang buin throws it then I'll will get it. If anyone throws it and I get it, that's being a puppy. *pauses* I want to be hwang buin's puppy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, hyun joong is too cute, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way he's naturally funny without crossing the thin line and becoming retarded, and that sometimes he appears so indifferent but he remembers every small detail. I laughed so hard when he couldn't wake up, and mumbled in his sleep so much until she had to tickle him and they were wrestling over the bed, while he was still 3/4 asleep! His messy hair was just too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so man when he won the wrestling, hwangbo obviously thought so too! I especially liked it when he was cracking the eggs so efficiently and calmly into the pot of noodles. :D And he went out on a date dressed as winnie the pooh! How cute is that, my favourite character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OBSESSED. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's so shy, everything he does just seems sweeter, even the necklace made out of peanut snacks that he made! Haha. It's so hard to find such an innocent and shy-until-it's-heartbreakingly-sweet guy nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way hwangbo laughs, it's so open and free and unafraid of judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a good girl and eat my veg including &lt;em&gt;ssangchu&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in lower sec/primary school again, I haven't gone crazy over such a thing since forever. And I thought I grew up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2422344367058658464?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2422344367058658464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2422344367058658464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2422344367058658464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2422344367058658464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-be-married-to-you-in-my-next.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8074248757069087546</id><published>2009-07-13T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:37:32.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the way to school every morning I see this : It does not matter how slow you go as long as you never stop. Today I saw it when I was going home too. Is it like everywhere or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but doubt it. It matters. The only thing that can happen is that you're left behind darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding joy in little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of short school days, who would have knew that I'd one day proclaim that monday is my favourite day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of unofficial plans to meet and catch up because there just isn't enough time in between lectures and classes and the all the rubbish to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of surprise bottles of green tea waiting for me at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time thinking about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, someday&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way to say just what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;But if that day never comes along&lt;br /&gt;If you don't hear this song&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8074248757069087546?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8074248757069087546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8074248757069087546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8074248757069087546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8074248757069087546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-way-to-school-every-morning-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3863193563214196450</id><published>2009-07-12T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:52:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love-hate relationship with the weekends now.&lt;br /&gt;Mornings after suck, sleeping doesn't make everything go away.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3863193563214196450?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3863193563214196450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3863193563214196450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3863193563214196450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3863193563214196450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-hate-relationship-with-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8288909615562693644</id><published>2009-07-09T17:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:28:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Mr Chan was very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think its the age, at 17-18, you never really remember anything, all go in one ear and come out the other. Last time I studied for O levels, I can remember, then A levels, wah so hard to remember! But then after that university I can remember! Last time I read things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can remember for a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Must be the age, you come into school and put on the green uniform and then cannot remember anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was accompanied with his animated hand gestures.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it was more of a you had to be there moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SlW5Fnly2BI/AAAAAAAAA6I/1oMi77hBovs/s1600-h/Photo0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356390838005061650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SlW5Fnly2BI/AAAAAAAAA6I/1oMi77hBovs/s320/Photo0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this on the table during gp today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I learnt something today, I'm not just a strawberry, I'm a &lt;em&gt;rotten &lt;/em&gt;strawberry. Don't exactly have a great exterior, soft and mushy inside, and I have absolutely no tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never expect too much from people.&lt;br /&gt;And I should never be so nice and helpful all the time, believing that somehow it'll be appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really wanted to say, I peaching hate my peaching strawberry life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8288909615562693644?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8288909615562693644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8288909615562693644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8288909615562693644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8288909615562693644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-mr-chan-was-very-funny-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SlW5Fnly2BI/AAAAAAAAA6I/1oMi77hBovs/s72-c/Photo0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-6532872654416349396</id><published>2009-07-03T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:00:24.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JCTs are over, time to rejoice for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely time today!&lt;br /&gt;We did our usual things like talking damn loudly, being such pigs and saying the same thing at the same time and then hurriedly doing the FLIP!FLOP! thing and silently saying a wish. :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope ALL 3 of my wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie, so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;And I think we laughed the loudest and unglamest in the cinema, but it was dark anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people at lido are so suspicious when we said we're 18. Don't we look 18? I can't believe we just carried on talking about our own stuff while the aunty tapped her feet and waited for us to pay up. Haha, we rock yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and orchard has really changed alot! Prolly been quite some time since we hit town together. Today it was swarming with jc kids, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed some, talked some, ate some, bought some cheapo 5bucks stuff, yay happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I don't laugh as much when I'm out with other people."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya seriously I go out I never really laugh one, only with you all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the best times together, its so very nice to hear that cos it's so very true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6532872654416349396?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6532872654416349396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6532872654416349396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6532872654416349396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6532872654416349396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/jcts-are-over-time-to-rejoice-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5786292863828605827</id><published>2009-06-23T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:31:28.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feed your faith and starve your doubts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great time yesterday, hilarious mispronounciation. They contributed, I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to lose my &lt;em&gt;temple&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"...the &lt;em&gt;thumb&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;em&gt;rule."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh you all want GLUP?"&lt;br /&gt;"I want the kok-cume-ber."&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;em&gt;zig-zaw&lt;/em&gt; puzzle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5786292863828605827?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5786292863828605827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5786292863828605827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5786292863828605827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5786292863828605827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/feed-your-faith-and-starve-your-doubts.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8602114472995355880</id><published>2009-06-09T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:13:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choir bbq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sunday afternoon was filled with excited talk of &lt;em&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/em&gt;, dancing to &lt;em&gt;you can't stop the beat, &lt;/em&gt;frisbees and balls, playing with random kids, getting wet, burying people in the sand, eating, unglam photos and just chilling yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8602114472995355880?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8602114472995355880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8602114472995355880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8602114472995355880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8602114472995355880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/choir-bbq-our-sunday-afternoon-was.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8042054495329323968</id><published>2009-06-04T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:07:08.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain,&lt;br /&gt;But there in the sandpile at Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share everything.&lt;br /&gt;Play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hit people.&lt;br /&gt;Put things back where you found them.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up your own mess.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things that aren't yours.&lt;br /&gt;Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;br /&gt;Flush.&lt;br /&gt;Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;Live a balanced life - learn some and think some, and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.&lt;br /&gt;Take a nap every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that little seed in the styrofoam cup?&lt;br /&gt;The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the styrofoam cup - they all die.&lt;br /&gt;So do we.&lt;br /&gt;And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned -&lt;br /&gt;The biggest word of all : LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.&lt;br /&gt;Ecology and politics and sane living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of what a better world it would be if the whole world &lt;strong&gt;had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to &lt;strong&gt;hold hands&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Robert Fulghum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I really like this and I never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so innocent and untainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8042054495329323968?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8042054495329323968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8042054495329323968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8042054495329323968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8042054495329323968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-need-to-know-about-how-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2287926938215987041</id><published>2009-06-01T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:56:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Back by popular demand! Lets watch this amazing situation when Nat "lost" her handphone during the Bratislava trip! Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entitled:Amazing bus ride with Nat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was what happened when Natasha lost her phone and declares a state of emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HAHA. I had a good laugh at my stupid self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HJ: How does your phone look like?&lt;br /&gt;Silly Me: It's blue colour. Oh! Maybe it's in my coat.&lt;br /&gt;Germs &amp;amp; HJ: I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Silly Me: Shit. It IS in my coat!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha oh wells. School's out.&lt;br /&gt;People have been saying really nice things to me, thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei's birthday came and went! Had a good time at the cosy ma maison, the only thing bothering us was the freezer that was the aircon and the fact that everybody elses' candles were lit except the one at our table. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACJC's choir concert tonight was rather inspiring, my hair was perpetually standing, and I guess music soothes and heals. Getting lost in it was quite a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean, or the rain from above&lt;br /&gt;You can try to stop the paradise we're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot stop the rhythm of two hearts in love to stay&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Love this chorus, its been playing in my head all night.&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everybody. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2287926938215987041?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2287926938215987041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2287926938215987041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2287926938215987041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2287926938215987041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-by-popular-demand-lets-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-9037505706472005981</id><published>2009-05-22T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:05:36.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REFLECTIONS X&lt;/strong&gt; was such a blast I didn't want it to end! I just wanted to go on and on and on. Thank you to all my favourite people for coming to support me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things that I want to say, but I don't know where to start even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reluctant to step down, because that would mean I wouldn't have to go for practices anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days would feel empty, and I'd feel weird going home when the sky is still bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss the recital studio, my little corner near the back where I dump my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss all the PTs, and BENCH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss hearing "Eh, want to hear a joke?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss doing stretches together with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss all our bitching sessions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss all the stupid laughter over stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss bullying jiewei.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss toilet breaks with germs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss waffling after practices with eewen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Ms Tham's humour.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss everybody!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to miss practices la! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are times when I complain and whine so much about the long hours and I come to school looking dead, it's been really really worth it! Within just a short span of 1 1/2 years, so many things happened, carolling, Europe, SYF, concerts, charity performances! It's been AWESOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could have so much fun singing in a choir, I never thought I would make so many good friends, I never thought I would come to love singing and making music so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt alot, from choir members as well as Ms Tham, not just about singing, but about just living. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything, TJCHOIR's the bestest ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so attached to the choir, it makes it all the more harder to leave it all behind. All good things must come to an end, I know. But I'd go through this again if I were given another chance. So please give me another chance! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry sounds so cliche and repetitive, but oh gosh, I'm just so sad! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU TJCHOIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Heart, One Soul, One Voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-9037505706472005981?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9037505706472005981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=9037505706472005981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/9037505706472005981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/9037505706472005981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflections-x-was-such-blast-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-7681212288763070912</id><published>2009-05-18T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:53:20.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went down to ikea today and picked up nice and happy things. Definitely had a good time speed shopping with amanda and jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner after choir was quite funny. Why didn't we do this dinner-after-choir thing ever? But nevermind, better late than never. Somehow I don't want to step down. I'll miss everything about it, even PT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cabbed home after dinner and I talked to shil.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired, I just don't want to put in the effort for anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself so easily irritable, more often than not I find myself trying hard to hold on to my temper, or sometimes just even letting it go. And it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-7681212288763070912?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7681212288763070912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=7681212288763070912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7681212288763070912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7681212288763070912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-down-to-ikea-today-and-picked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8329951544381249925</id><published>2009-05-14T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:05:57.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>没有谁对不起谁&lt;br /&gt;只有谁不懂得珍惜谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been mad, I'm amazed I survive it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being in log's really fun because all the fun people are there!&lt;br /&gt;My juniors never fail to tickle me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I exhale noisily, it just means I'm tired."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8329951544381249925?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8329951544381249925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8329951544381249925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8329951544381249925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8329951544381249925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-been-mad-im-amazed-i-survive-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-926457457545934741</id><published>2009-05-11T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:57:26.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YINNY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the fun we always always have. And thank you for being the best SC ever!&lt;br /&gt;We shall have many more hilarious moments (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shopping trip the other day was such a fruitful one, we finally managed to buy earrings, ties and dresses for hairspray. What a relief! We dropped by illuma and were awed by the escalators that brought us from the first floor straight to the fourth floor! Okay, please tell me its a new thing because I've never seen anything like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their toilets are really cool and hidden! We exclaimed in a very suaku way when we found out. And then kaiyin said something about the doors being thick and since the toilets are hidden, we can all hide there during a war. Haha. Are we retarded or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping trip today was fruitful too! I feel like I spent alot of money of little little things, like &lt;em&gt;chin chow and cup corn and 8 days. &lt;/em&gt;But, I finally got a bag! With discount somemore! HAHA. Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love long weekends, I hope there'll be more to come!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-926457457545934741?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/926457457545934741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=926457457545934741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/926457457545934741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/926457457545934741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-yinny-thanks-for-all-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3146256414620627525</id><published>2009-05-04T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:29:24.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7o8rca2mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/itVHR3pQshU/s1600-h/PC030100%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331955138004965986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7o8rca2mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/itVHR3pQshU/s320/PC030100%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7olhonrTI/AAAAAAAAA54/TlVPS4zsIaY/s1600-h/PC040140%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331954740234792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7olhonrTI/AAAAAAAAA54/TlVPS4zsIaY/s320/PC040140%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stretching at 5am at the hotel's restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7oJ4DPP2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/P_zesalZ9wk/s1600-h/PC010011%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331954265215680354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7oJ4DPP2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/P_zesalZ9wk/s320/PC010011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 15 hour flight across the globe, the first thing we do is JUMPING JACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7nzIJC3DI/AAAAAAAAA5o/oPJ8WS5n05I/s1600-h/PC060255%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331953874398010418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7nzIJC3DI/AAAAAAAAA5o/oPJ8WS5n05I/s320/PC060255%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Corrinne May, The Birthday Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's our turn to make music and create magic on stage. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go TJCHOIR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Heart, One Soul, One Voice.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3146256414620627525?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3146256414620627525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3146256414620627525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3146256414620627525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3146256414620627525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/stretching-at-5am-at-hotels-restaurant.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/Sf7o8rca2mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/itVHR3pQshU/s72-c/PC030100%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-5598161789513088138</id><published>2009-04-29T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:43:59.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhUV9DZmvI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bnj6QQepRtg/s1600-h/Photo0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330102895135791858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhUV9DZmvI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bnj6QQepRtg/s320/Photo0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhT7Vw1NbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nAjflTBILyc/s1600-h/Photo0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330102437912327602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhT7Vw1NbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nAjflTBILyc/s320/Photo0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhTr8WNTxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Rrn6SO1WWOQ/s1600-h/Photo0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330102173391736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhTr8WNTxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Rrn6SO1WWOQ/s320/Photo0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhTT24daNI/AAAAAAAAA44/AjtVSoZpV9Q/s1600-h/Photo0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330101759607924946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhTT24daNI/AAAAAAAAA44/AjtVSoZpV9Q/s320/Photo0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just madness and more madness. It demands so much of our concentration, time and energy I don't know how we're all surviving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those moments where we actually hear phantom notes, overtones, and make music fresh, it makes it all so worthwhile. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how cliche that sounds, but &lt;em&gt;whatever la&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the midst of all the chaos and frustration, I got to see shilbe at the exchange! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People will forget people, but they won't forget how you made them feel. I am so very inspired by the choir, especially the altos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our age of mechanisation leads along a road ending with man himself as a machine; only the spirit of singing can save us from this fate." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5598161789513088138?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5598161789513088138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5598161789513088138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5598161789513088138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5598161789513088138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-its-just-madness-and-more-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SfhUV9DZmvI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bnj6QQepRtg/s72-c/Photo0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-490944144586275817</id><published>2009-04-19T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:09:42.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TSE WING-YAN VICKI! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to write a list of what I miss about you, it'd be so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you please hurry hop on a plane and fly back here soon! Then we can all go celebrate your birthday for you, and we can all hear your shrieky and whiny voice. (We secretly like hearing it la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling me when it's so unexpected, it cheers me because our calls always go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"....."&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"....."&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" (I'm about to hang up at this point of time)&lt;br /&gt;*GIGGLES*&lt;br /&gt;"VICKI????"&lt;br /&gt;*LAUGHS SUPER LOUDLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know you're still as crazy as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for caring so much about me still, even when you're half a world away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please have a great day and we'll have a super belated celebration for you when you come back in AUGUST! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SWEETHEART. ("forever and always")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-490944144586275817?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/490944144586275817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=490944144586275817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/490944144586275817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/490944144586275817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-tse-wing-yan-vicki-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-5182894412977257152</id><published>2009-04-17T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:31:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you missy g, your sudden message really meant alot to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn glad this week is over.&lt;br /&gt;So damn glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop fuchu-ing so much for people.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not freaking worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened, I'm just so full of unhappiness nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-5182894412977257152?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5182894412977257152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=5182894412977257152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5182894412977257152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/5182894412977257152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-missy-g-your-words-really.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-392200132154954434</id><published>2009-04-17T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:16:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just never strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever learn that knowing less is better for me? &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just better left unsaid, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know everything all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-392200132154954434?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/392200132154954434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=392200132154954434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/392200132154954434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/392200132154954434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-just-never-strong-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3165587637809779124</id><published>2009-04-14T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:53:45.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I desperately need a "group hug!" moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3165587637809779124?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3165587637809779124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3165587637809779124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3165587637809779124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3165587637809779124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-desperately-need-group-hug-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1944154392789782656</id><published>2009-04-12T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:56:02.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHILBE LIM! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, here's to many many many more years of pigging out, unglam photos, laughter, retarded stories and friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with the rest yesterday, our reunion at ecp! Haha. We stuffed ourselves crazy and laughed really loudly. But then again, what's new? And then we had cake by the sea. Yay I love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then afterward we saw this huge rat just outside VS. Ben is right, there are rats everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Boon Leong and Rachel's wedding today! (:&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just a sucker for weddings. And nice wedding songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When God Made You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s always been a mystery to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How two hearts can come together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And love can last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now that I have found you, I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That a miracle has come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When God sends the perfect one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now gone are all my questions about why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what God was thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When He created you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if He knew everything I would need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because He made all my dreams come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When God made you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He must have been thinking about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise that wherever you may go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wherever life may lead you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my heart I’ll be there too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From this moment on I want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll let nothing come between us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will love the ones you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now gone are all my questions about why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I have never been so sure of anything in my life&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 made the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He made the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To harmonize in perfect tune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One can’t move without the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They just have to be together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that is why I know it’s true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You’re for me and I’m for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause my world just can’t be right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what God was thinking&lt;br /&gt;When He created you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if He knew everything I would need&lt;br /&gt;Because He made all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;He must have been thinking about me   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend's ending! Happy days are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to free up some brain space for the worry and frustration school brings about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyday could be so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1944154392789782656?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1944154392789782656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1944154392789782656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1944154392789782656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1944154392789782656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-shilbe-lim-like-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3106009066191405727</id><published>2009-04-06T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:22:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will I ever learn how to think with my brain and not my heart, when will I ever learn how to be rational and not rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why didn't I get to know you earlier?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why didn't we jollyn! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time chatting with jollyn today! Exchanged stories and I realized the world is indeed small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the package is this pretty, no one cares what's on the inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3106009066191405727?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3106009066191405727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3106009066191405727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3106009066191405727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3106009066191405727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-i-ever-learn-how-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1122154243325698543</id><published>2009-04-04T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:17:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never have I been so glad it's the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a slow moving week because its the week after MCTs, and I find myself always holding my breath when I anticipate (bad) things to happen, and then when it doesnt happen I breathe a sigh of relief internally. I got to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track and field on Friday! Yay gamma won cheerleading and we were the overall champs! YAY. The beta hc and cheerleaders were so sore about the outcome! Gamma and beta tied, but the judges voted gamma 2-1. Their elated faces melted away to give sulky ones. Okay yes, I know they're disappointed because they worked hard too; but there really wasn't a need to direct dark looks at the gamma cheerleaders while they did an encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, YAY! (: Finally redeemed ourselves after road run. Haha. I don't know why I'm so high too, but we were really excited while we watched all the relays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy bianca shello and victor got abit high when Christopher Lee aka CL did the commentating cos he was quite funny. And jollyn and amanda were so nice, bringing me &lt;em&gt;pepperidge farm's soup baked biscuits&lt;/em&gt; that came in fish shapes; cups of lemonade and beehoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practice's like torture now. The physical conditioning drives us all crazy! Stretching is tough; stretching AND singing is just insane. After 10 seconds we just start trembling and sweating. It's like childbirth! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you feel it?"&lt;br /&gt;"ABSOLUTELY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of SYF, "PAIN IS GOOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chem spa yesterday was rather unnerving. After hearing so many stories, we doubted our ability to get the pure product. But it turned out to be okay even though my yield sucked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;santa claus is coming to town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Christmas is still so far away, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sees you when you're sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He knows when you're awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He knows if you've been bad or good, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be good for goodness sake! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better watch out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better not cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better not pout &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm telling you why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa claus is coming to town!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish it were christmas already. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this has been such a random, disjointed entry. But it feels good to blabber on and on. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1122154243325698543?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1122154243325698543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1122154243325698543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1122154243325698543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1122154243325698543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-have-i-been-so-glad-its-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-77817831416902654</id><published>2009-03-31T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:44:54.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speechless, speechless, speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-77817831416902654?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/77817831416902654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=77817831416902654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/77817831416902654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/77817831416902654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/speechless-speechless-speechless.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-7780437749382102410</id><published>2009-03-30T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:55:49.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-7780437749382102410?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7780437749382102410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=7780437749382102410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7780437749382102410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7780437749382102410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/yup-if-only-things-were-that-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1714685626863015734</id><published>2009-03-29T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:27:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MCTs are over, choir camp's over too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about MCTs, it's just &lt;em&gt;like that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad that choir camp was a success, everyone had fun and the juniors were so enthu about things! Am also really glad that it was a pretty starry night on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda's scream was really undescribable. I don't think "imba" is enough. Anyway, germs and I were waiting in the dark at our station and talking quietly, and when brenda's blood curdling hair raising scream pierced the silence of the night, we screamed. I think the entire Bedok could hear brenda man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the entire exco had so much fun laughing at us during the games too. Choreo was fun and funny, germs and I had the greatest time laughing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a major holiday, but sadly and unfortunately school resumes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 2 here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1714685626863015734?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1714685626863015734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1714685626863015734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1714685626863015734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1714685626863015734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcts-are-over-choir-camps-over-too.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1522490413973076316</id><published>2009-03-19T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:38:51.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It Takes Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's a man's world&lt;br /&gt;Well, that cannot be denied&lt;br /&gt;But what good's a man's world&lt;br /&gt;Without a woman by his side&lt;br /&gt;And so I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment you decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;And you're my girl&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the sea&lt;br /&gt;And you're the pearl&lt;br /&gt;It takes two baby&lt;br /&gt;It takes two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king ain't a king&lt;br /&gt;Without the power behind the throne&lt;br /&gt;A prince is a pauper, babe,&lt;br /&gt;Without a chick to call his own&lt;br /&gt;So please, darling, choose me&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rule alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm your king&lt;br /&gt;And you're my queen&lt;br /&gt;That no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can come between&lt;br /&gt;It takes two baby&lt;br /&gt;It takes two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes two to tango&lt;br /&gt;But that tango's child's play&lt;br /&gt;So take me to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;And we'll twist the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Frankie Avalon&lt;br /&gt;Has his favourite Mouseketeer&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a lover, babe,&lt;br /&gt;To say the things I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;So come closer, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh and whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you're my girl&lt;br /&gt;And I'm your boy&lt;br /&gt;That you're my pride&lt;br /&gt;And I'm your joy&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the sand&lt;br /&gt;And you're the tide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the groom&lt;br /&gt;If you'll be my bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two baby&lt;br /&gt;It takes two&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/7617001-1522490413973076316?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1522490413973076316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1522490413973076316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1522490413973076316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1522490413973076316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-takes-two-they-say-its-mans-world.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-284691426057737251</id><published>2009-03-15T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:12:57.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived term 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn't have a heart, didn't have a mind, didn't have a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't have to feel so much; and think so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-284691426057737251?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/284691426057737251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=284691426057737251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/284691426057737251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/284691426057737251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-survived-term-1-sometimes-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6543821639275253305</id><published>2009-03-11T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:04:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School can be quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Person with the hand to the mouth, what's the answer..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Errr, I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Then later after lecture we shall have a one to one session."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay wait ah I think."&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;"The answer is 4.8."&lt;br /&gt;"How did you get 4.8?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;My friend tell me one&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha at that point the entire LT, the entire entire entire LT, burst into laughter. Okay it doesn't seem so funny now, it was more of a you should have been there moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today during bio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is the answer different from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; model answer??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we all laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just crazy people who really need such moments to keep us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's becoming rather mechanical, somehow I feel quite thankful for it. Then I only feel tired at the end of the day and sleep it off, without having to feel anything else. Yet at the same time, I resent it when it becomes so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more colour and perhaps a little more enthusiasm in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6543821639275253305?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6543821639275253305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6543821639275253305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6543821639275253305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6543821639275253305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-can-be-quite-fun-person-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2124735631858477560</id><published>2009-03-05T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:34:04.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headed down to parkway with jolly today and had alot of fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found you I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;And I will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me without you&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost and so confused&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't last a day, I'd be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Without you there to see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me without you&lt;br /&gt;Lord you know it's just impossible&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, it's all brand new&lt;br /&gt;My life is now worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine me without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost touch and drifted far, far away, and all I needed was this to remind me that I have to go back, before He becomes too far out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to end of term then I can happily announce that I survived term 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everybody go do your tutorials now.&lt;br /&gt;(Shil, that means you yo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2124735631858477560?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2124735631858477560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2124735631858477560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2124735631858477560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2124735631858477560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/headed-down-to-parkway-with-jolly-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6262805531504482177</id><published>2009-02-25T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:23:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"How is it that some people sit in the sun looking like sour apples, while others whistle in the rain?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I always am a sour apple, and I rarely whistle when rain falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just dont let anything bad happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6262805531504482177?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6262805531504482177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6262805531504482177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6262805531504482177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6262805531504482177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-is-it-that-some-people-sit-in-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-7728040383750641643</id><published>2009-02-08T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:36:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; for making my birthday such a happy one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the smses, facebook messages, hugs and best wishes. I'm overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Daisy the Cow, which replaces my bolster now. Thanks for the surprise along the corridor when everyone was in a mad frenzy to get to class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the thoughtful handmade cards and written messages, they made me extremely gandong-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the important and wonderful people in my life, for the great company and dinner yesterday. You people rock to the max yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you too, vicki, for waking up early just to call me when you're half a world away. I send my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE. I'M A HAPPY GIRL AND I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for the photos. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-7728040383750641643?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7728040383750641643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=7728040383750641643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7728040383750641643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7728040383750641643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-everyone-for-making-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4761516182783474002</id><published>2009-02-01T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:59:04.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw my face on shil's favourite people polaroid thingy. (:&lt;br /&gt;You're on my imaginary photo album of favourite people too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when something happens to you over and over again, you think you'd be immune to it when if it ever happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does happen again. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never, ever immune to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4761516182783474002?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4761516182783474002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4761516182783474002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4761516182783474002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4761516182783474002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-my-face-on-shils-favourite-people.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8409686176689074329</id><published>2009-01-30T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:53:20.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THAT THING YOU DO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, doing that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;Like you always do&lt;br /&gt;And you, don't mean to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;You never even knew, about the heartache&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we, could be happy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;And if I know you,  you're doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;Everyday just doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you doing that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. My current addiction and favourite song all over again. I skipped quite abit of lyrics, but this will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to say la, school's just &lt;em&gt;like that lor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8409686176689074329?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8409686176689074329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8409686176689074329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8409686176689074329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8409686176689074329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-thing-you-do-d-you-doing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-7085852151086730514</id><published>2009-01-21T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:42:23.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I don't say anything, it doesn't mean I'm toally oblivious to what's happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-7085852151086730514?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7085852151086730514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=7085852151086730514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7085852151086730514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7085852151086730514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-dont-say-anything-it-doesnt-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-510392547977754567</id><published>2009-01-20T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:56:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果永远你不必再难过&lt;br /&gt;遗憾让我来过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I particularly like these two lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've got a million things to say, but really, but when I want to actually verbalize it, I can't seem to do it. And that happens all the time, so I end up not saying what I wanted to say and regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyway, the choir was hilarious to be with yesterday with Nat's mirror tricks and Shawn's imba version of O Holy Night!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love you yinny! You make me laugh too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and germs gave me a lesson on how to use my mirror properly during our free time during openhouse. After using that mirror for more than a year or so, much to my amazement, I discovered that &lt;strong&gt;it can stand&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to those two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye helpless moments fumbling with my hair tie and mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving school, as of now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've got no other choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-510392547977754567?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/510392547977754567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=510392547977754567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/510392547977754567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/510392547977754567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-some-unknown-reason-i-particularly.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3748168766185725633</id><published>2009-01-18T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:55:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school felt like a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the weekend zoomed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3748168766185725633?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3748168766185725633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3748168766185725633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3748168766185725633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3748168766185725633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-week-of-school-felt-like-million.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4149198814342512276</id><published>2009-01-14T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:37:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've prolly said it like 800 times but I can never emphasize it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4149198814342512276?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4149198814342512276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4149198814342512276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4149198814342512276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4149198814342512276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-ive-prolly-said-it-like-800.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8026218372037457009</id><published>2009-01-13T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:56:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny moment yesterday that just came to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting around waiting for the open house rehearsal. Bobo was standing up and doing some dance or something as usual. And then suddenly the guys modified alpha's cheer(or was it beta? but it doesnt matter)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOJUN TALL OR NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;"TALL!"&lt;br /&gt;"BOJUN TALL OR NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;"TALL!"&lt;br /&gt;"BOJUN TALL OR NOT???"&lt;br /&gt;"WALAO DAMN TALL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give bojun one tall clap!"&lt;br /&gt;*Claps and shields eyes as they look up at bobo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay, it was more of a you had to be there funny moment. We laughed like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we played the super fun and crazy chair game instead of running up lucky heights. We must play it more often cos it's so fun and we feel so terribly bonded (and breathless) after the whole game yo! We were all laughing and screaming at the same time. Hence the breathlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing so darn slowly!&lt;br /&gt;But it's midweek tomorrow, its reason enough for celebrating. (:&lt;br /&gt;My life's so sad that I celebrate such little things. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is like film, it's better developed in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the bed beckons. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;It's my favourite time of the day, because I can just hop into bed and not worry and not think and not feel. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8026218372037457009?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8026218372037457009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8026218372037457009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8026218372037457009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8026218372037457009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-moment-yesterday-that-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4354367887267161591</id><published>2009-01-11T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:58:49.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy days are over, school beckons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye lazy sleep ins, hello crazy morning rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4354367887267161591?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4354367887267161591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4354367887267161591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4354367887267161591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4354367887267161591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-days-are-over-school-beckons.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-7616600988636684987</id><published>2009-01-07T14:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:34:29.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am such a kukunehneh. I just remembered that I do have facebook, so I should just upload all my photos there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shan't delete this post. I uploaded them because I suddenly felt like going back to europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoRdAKTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UjuBbKGI4BI/s1600-h/IMG_5150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288432818668448050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoRdAKTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UjuBbKGI4BI/s320/IMG_5150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roomies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJpJM449I/AAAAAAAAA4c/T54pOij2jT8/s1600-h/IMG_5163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288432833633248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJpJM449I/AAAAAAAAA4c/T54pOij2jT8/s320/IMG_5163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DANUBE RIVER CRUISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288432830695309506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJo-QbgMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/PDt0Swft-4I/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm the only sane one here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoIyKuEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kTgx7quO5Vw/s1600-h/IMG_5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288432816341301314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoIyKuEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kTgx7quO5Vw/s320/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;s&gt;chinchow&lt;/s&gt; queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoHx2e5I/AAAAAAAAA38/P4M31fS1TMo/s1600-h/IMG_5100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288432816071539602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoHx2e5I/AAAAAAAAA38/P4M31fS1TMo/s320/IMG_5100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRIb4dRnfI/AAAAAAAAA30/Zr_oO5IIl0A/s1600-h/IMG_5099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288431506288647666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRIb4dRnfI/AAAAAAAAA30/Zr_oO5IIl0A/s320/IMG_5099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRIbSAn-EI/AAAAAAAAA3c/sBm2Ijpd5kI/s1600-h/IMG_5078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288431495967930434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRIbSAn-EI/AAAAAAAAA3c/sBm2Ijpd5kI/s320/IMG_5078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRIbM-B0bI/AAAAAAAAA3U/UxDazB0YC8M/s1600-h/IMG_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288431494614864306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRIbM-B0bI/AAAAAAAAA3U/UxDazB0YC8M/s320/IMG_5071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHR3VilfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/DCTQXR3xnbA/s1600-h/IMG_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288430234677450226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHR3VilfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/DCTQXR3xnbA/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHRtg90HI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JYQ05PpGkhs/s1600-h/IMG_5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288430232041017458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHRtg90HI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JYQ05PpGkhs/s320/IMG_5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever the nua-er, I just have to lean on the railing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHRYT9bvI/AAAAAAAAA28/lD-WJkC2ZFs/s1600-h/IMG_5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288430226349321970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHRYT9bvI/AAAAAAAAA28/lD-WJkC2ZFs/s320/IMG_5056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Altos minus liusha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHQY9TrRI/AAAAAAAAA20/9-0maz1Mxl0/s1600-h/IMG_5055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288430209342876946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRHQY9TrRI/AAAAAAAAA20/9-0maz1Mxl0/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our hotel room in Budapest! Not very picturesque cos our room was facing the back. That's their train station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRGj_7YvjI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vs7EeeuqehM/s1600-h/IMG_5047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288429446709689906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRGj_7YvjI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vs7EeeuqehM/s320/IMG_5047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Budapest at about 4pm. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRGjd1lGtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5r-TORlCXss/s1600-h/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288429437558528722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRGjd1lGtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5r-TORlCXss/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downtown Budapest. Love their yellow trams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRF6p6ca6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/0z5hlEnJwYA/s1600-h/IMG_5013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288428736425520034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRF6p6ca6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/0z5hlEnJwYA/s320/IMG_5013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in Amsterdam (for transit)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay this kukunehneh here is off to facebook to upload the rest of the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting for photos from germs' trusty hot pink sony camera, because my camera died on me on the last day, which had many great photo moments! T-S-K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I already mentioned that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, see, what a kukunehneh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-7616600988636684987?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7616600988636684987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=7616600988636684987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7616600988636684987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/7616600988636684987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-such-kukunehneh.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SWRJoRdAKTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UjuBbKGI4BI/s72-c/IMG_5150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-1813788623608910866</id><published>2009-01-06T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:54:29.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love Story&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you make your way through the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And say hello, little did I know &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;That you were Romeo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were throwing pebbles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I was crying on the staircase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Begging you please don't go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes &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 I sneak out to the garden to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while &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;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you were everything to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was begging you please don't go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes &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;Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My faith in you was fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I said Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think &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 knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And said, &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;Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is currently on repeat on my ipod. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day my heart feels heavier, because SCHOOL BECKONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1813788623608910866?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1813788623608910866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1813788623608910866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1813788623608910866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1813788623608910866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-story-taylor-swift-we-were-both.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8118242575623370169</id><published>2009-01-05T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:47:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm already so sian of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the whole entire world am I going to survive the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, anybody, excite me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8118242575623370169?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8118242575623370169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8118242575623370169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8118242575623370169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8118242575623370169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-already-so-sian-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6810812203194566829</id><published>2008-12-30T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:27:25.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more day left for 2008! Time to store away the memories and say hello to a new beginning. I'm not exactly looking forward to what lies ahead of me, but I guess if I can survive this year I can totally survive the next. And I'm sure time will just fly by and I'll be happy its Christmas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my mandatory reflect-back-on-the-year post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am superbly amazed at how quickly time ticked by. Okay what else is new. But anyway, I had a rather eventful 2008, as I'm sure everyone did as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many many &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; new people, had many first times this year, said my goodbyes to vicki tse who left us all behind, learnt many lessons, cried waterfalls, laughed like the crazy retarded woman I usually am, and had so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I was lifted to the heights of joy, and then immediately plunged into a black abyss. Repeat the cycle approximately 800 times to sum up my year. But I guess I turned out a happy and contented girl, so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; to the handful of &lt;strong&gt;lovely people&lt;/strong&gt; who made this year a much &lt;strong&gt;more bearable&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;happier&lt;/strong&gt; one &lt;strong&gt;just because you were my friend&lt;/strong&gt;. You know who you are, so I don't have to list names. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course thank you to everyone else in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll have an equally unforgettable 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the random photo for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SVokZ5_fnII/AAAAAAAAA2U/R107rPjOlos/s1600-h/mango1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285577140155161730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SVokZ5_fnII/AAAAAAAAA2U/R107rPjOlos/s320/mango1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're the mango girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was rushing out of the cool dressing room after caroling and at that very moment jollyn and I saw each other. On hindsight, our reactions were quite hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;JOLLYN AND ME: *STOPS and STARES and POINTS and SCREAMS* &lt;strong&gt;MANGO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (Like two bimbos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pause for laughter, and in perfect unison, we go, &lt;strong&gt;"MUST TAKE PHOTO!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go, a very blurry photo of us excited mango girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something hilarious happened after choir. It was unofficially spring clean choir room day.&lt;br /&gt;Bobo jumped right into the recycling bin. Should have taken a photo of him sitting in the middle of a recycling bin. Okay it doesn't seem so funny now, it was more of a you should've been there moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy, people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6810812203194566829?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6810812203194566829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6810812203194566829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6810812203194566829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6810812203194566829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-day-left-for-2008-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SVokZ5_fnII/AAAAAAAAA2U/R107rPjOlos/s72-c/mango1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-1417906916092133801</id><published>2008-12-26T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:57:02.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroling was generally quite fun; although it was abit distracting singing in the middle of a high class restaurant and everyone was walking around the buffet spread. And it didn't help that I was hungry. Haha. Kaiyin's lipgloss tasted very nice though. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent my christmas squeezing along orchard road with the rest of the world. After shopping with my mama I met the rest of the clique and as usual, we spent so long deciding where to eat. But we settled on nydc and we spent the time talking about classmates and tk times. Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want alot for christmas, there is just one thing I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1417906916092133801?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1417906916092133801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1417906916092133801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1417906916092133801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1417906916092133801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6646961162992492146</id><published>2008-12-22T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:10:53.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroling on saturday was okay only lah, we kept singing the same three songs even though we had so many to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to the Wee family's fancy fancy Nikon DSLR, we had alot of fun while waiting around for our turn to sing. I'm still learning how to dodge their evil lenses which manage to capture all my unglam moments perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, caroling again for the next three nights! Swing by the esplanade concourse tonight and tomorrow night if you're in dire need of some christmas cheer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please go to &lt;a href="http://www.tjchoir.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.tjchoir.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and watch the video of germs, hongjie and weihao helping me find my handphone on the way to the airport in Budapest if you need to laugh. Weihao's extremely crazy laughter is bound to tickle you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6646961162992492146?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6646961162992492146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6646961162992492146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6646961162992492146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6646961162992492146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-more-days-to-christmas-caroling-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1358681233522131477</id><published>2008-12-18T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:06:54.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to carolling with the choir! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once christmas comes and goes, school's looming in the near horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the countdown for the next christmas commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write down all my hopes on a khom loy and send it up into the night sky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been a year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1358681233522131477?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1358681233522131477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1358681233522131477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1358681233522131477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1358681233522131477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-looking-forward-to-carolling-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4906841060084922085</id><published>2008-12-15T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:26:42.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gotta Be Somebody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickelback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life&lt;br /&gt;The one we all dream of,&lt;br /&gt;But dreams aren't just enough&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it by the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we're meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Will play out like a scene&lt;br /&gt;Straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath,&lt;br /&gt;Right up till the end,&lt;br /&gt;Until the moment when&lt;br /&gt;I'll find the one&lt;br /&gt;That I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with their life in their hands,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just so you know, I care."&lt;br /&gt;Awww. I know you do, vicki. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY PHOTOS ARE COMING SOON, I'M JUST &lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;to the &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; AT THE MOMENT! And there's something wrong with the choir photobucket account!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4906841060084922085?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4906841060084922085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4906841060084922085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4906841060084922085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4906841060084922085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-be-somebody-nickelback-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1827478950869884556</id><published>2008-12-11T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:26:54.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world, I'm back from Budapest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesnt matter where you go, it's the company that matters. We all missed home, but the laughter helped. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooming with germs was ultimate, because we have countless retarded and funny moments. Now I'll have to get used to falling asleep without having anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss eating dinner with the usual people, namely germs, brenda, weihao (aka haohaoz), wilson, hongjie and occasionally bobo! We make the most noise because there's always something funny happening during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss walking into town everyday to shop at the christmas market, and just carolling along the roads leading into town. Everyone just stops and smiles despite the cold. Being the reason behind someone elses' smile is just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss singing random songs on the bus, like the silly alleluia song which we sang probably about 800 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the scrambled eggs and apple juice in the morning! And the smells of local food and hot chocolate and sounds people catching up in the christmas market! I'll never find that at the pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss seeing little toddlers walking around wrapped in many layers until they look like little adorable dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the squeaky clean public toilets will be dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The altos all have new names. Brenda's towkayneo, germs taitai, liusha xiaojie and guess who's aunty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you tjchoir!&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will come soon, as soon as I upload them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1827478950869884556?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1827478950869884556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1827478950869884556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1827478950869884556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1827478950869884556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world-im-back-from-budapest-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-6990028095579728865</id><published>2008-11-29T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:21:02.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye Singapore, hello Budapest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy, I can't believe the day's already here and it's time to go and win the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back with lots of photos and a man for lulu. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone back at Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back very very very soon, like in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go TJChoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Heart, One Voice, One Soul.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6990028095579728865?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6990028095579728865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6990028095579728865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6990028095579728865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6990028095579728865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-singapore-hello-budapest-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1606803115990988444</id><published>2008-11-20T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:53:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SSQ_hXMUK-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/1l3pewrpYfk/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407306324224994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SSQ_hXMUK-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/1l3pewrpYfk/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SSQ_YBf4ljI/AAAAAAAAA2E/RBvDBcHDb5A/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407145881900594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SSQ_YBf4ljI/AAAAAAAAA2E/RBvDBcHDb5A/s320/IMG_0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR SYAZ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally miss this woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amath lessons were so funny because we always ask each other how to do questions and we laugh at our stupidity all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were always copying homework! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one greets me in the morning like she did - "NAT-ASH-ER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody talks about going to angmoh paradise with me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody calls me &lt;em&gt;babycakes/cupcake&lt;/em&gt; anymore. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody bakes little treats and brings them to school for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody goes high with me over &lt;em&gt;Nature Valley&lt;/em&gt; during breaks anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody else eats it, actually. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even remember how we became friends, I think we happened to walk together to lit class and by the time we reached the room you were already kajiao-ing me. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly we were sitting so close to each other; along w shil and oli and your &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not long after we were laughing at ms ho's trolley bag, mdm tan's stories, imitating miss lee, bitching about a certain someone you couldn't tolerate, and talking about our dream weddings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you so much syaz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a fantastic 17th!&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/7617001-1606803115990988444?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-8341689726126042794</id><published>2008-11-18T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:02:48.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That the Lord of all the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&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;Who am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That the bright and morning star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For my ever wandering heart&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;Not because of who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But because of what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But because of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here today, and gone tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vapor in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord you catch me when I'm falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you told me who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That the eyes that see my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would look on me with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And watch me rise again&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;Who am I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That the voice that calms the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And calm the storm in me&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;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today, and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord you catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really really like the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay world, nothing's new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life's just full of choir. And more choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas is coming, deck the halls with boughs of holly, falalalala lala la la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8341689726126042794?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8341689726126042794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8341689726126042794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8341689726126042794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8341689726126042794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i-that-lord-of-all-earth-would.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2484522777944669008</id><published>2008-11-11T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:39:27.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eh. Why he dao me ah. I'm asking him a question leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because mummy says we can't speak to monsters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so encouraging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be living for choir and choir only now. Because every morning I wake up at 6.20 just in time to shower and rush out of the house, catch the 6.55 bus and hope to God I arrive school at 7.40, leaving me with 5 minutes to catch my breath before &lt;s&gt;sickening&lt;/s&gt; warm ups begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall just hang in there like everyone else and not complain, because I do want to get that Gold in 3 weeks, and I don't want to see people cringing after our caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find no need to bring out my camera. What's there to take during practices? My reaction's usually too slow to capture a funny moment because I'm too busy laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But laughing's really a chore now, because I have this little ulcer on my lower lip. Now my lower lip is thicker on the left side. How sexy. I'm probably giving angelina jolie a run for her money now that I have sexier lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not to do when you have an ulcer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never brush your teeth too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never ever do lip trills. You will just die.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't get excited and laugh too hard.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't talk so much. Some peace and quiet will do everyone some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak from much experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;darn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slowly this week.&lt;br /&gt;Please agree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2484522777944669008?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2484522777944669008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2484522777944669008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2484522777944669008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2484522777944669008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-522449979050192190</id><published>2008-11-07T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:14:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been tagged to do such quizzes before; but I've always been lazy. But I shall give it a shot today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;person&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; who tagged you &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;jeff and shello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with him and her is?&lt;br /&gt;shello and I used to be mrs lochte and we stone together in lecture.&lt;br /&gt;jeff's the chairman of the jian mouth society - TJ branch. He conducts frequent sit and bitch sessions for us.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him and her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) shello's all gay and happy&lt;br /&gt;2) jeff's all bitchy and eye-rolly and permanently high&lt;br /&gt;3) I associate shello with mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;4) jeff's the contributor of all random funny noises in the middle of class&lt;br /&gt;5) they're so entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Crawling almost under the chair in the lt to pick up my pen(s).&lt;br /&gt;Yup, they both did it.&lt;br /&gt;Just for me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, the thing she has to improve on would be?&lt;br /&gt;Shello has to give better massages!&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has to be slightly less crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;s&gt;thing&lt;/s&gt; do you want to tell him/her now &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;All things gay and funny and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics you love about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;I am friendly(yay!) so apparently talking to strangers is what I do best. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, characteristics you hate about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;I am such a correction tape! As you can see from the above.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, I can't help it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to speak softly.&lt;br /&gt;"I speak really loudly when I'm excited!"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Then you must be excited all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a clumsy person that trips over dust molecules all the time and drinks water as if there's an additional hole under my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Moribus Modestus - demure and resolute.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who care and love you, anything to say to them?&lt;br /&gt;I care and love you all too. Really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people to know how they feel. (you don't have to do it la)&lt;br /&gt;1. Shil&lt;br /&gt;2. Mei&lt;br /&gt;3. Jia&lt;br /&gt;4. Vicki&lt;br /&gt;5. Oli&lt;br /&gt;6. Missy g&lt;br /&gt;7. Jeff&lt;br /&gt;8. Unnaa&lt;br /&gt;9. Hui Yi&lt;br /&gt;10. Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so many people la. She had a relationship with No. 8. And then she fell for someone the colour of sunshine and rubber duckies! And then now the pao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 9 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;Female! I don't doubt her sexuality at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If No. 7 and No. 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;No! AHRAY will come to rescue his damsel.&lt;br /&gt;(I realised this is the same as shello's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 2 studying?&lt;br /&gt;BCME! And prolly some H3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;800 years ago! I kinda miss her nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does No. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey! I don't exactly know, so I copied shello's answer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Brother and sister yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I won't; because I don't want to be nagged at for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about No. 7?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha he gave his heart to avril &lt;s&gt;lavinge&lt;/s&gt; lavigne a long time ago. His heart "shattered to pieces" when he saw my spelling error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;I'm her sweetheart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of No. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Ho. Soon to be How. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a hobby of No. 10?&lt;br /&gt;Going home with ahray and banging into him while walking together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do No. 5 and No. 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Maybe, if they actually know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;C!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about something for No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;She's so crazy but I really love her!&lt;br /&gt;I like sleeping in her bed because's its hard and warm.&lt;br /&gt;Once we start laughing; we absolutely cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I finally finished it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so exhausted just by doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-522449979050192190?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/522449979050192190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=522449979050192190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/522449979050192190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/522449979050192190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged-to-do-such-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2669786124664142572</id><published>2008-11-05T15:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:08:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay this is like 8oo days late, but I'm still happy that we're all freed from the constant torture PW brought to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although life seems abit empty without it as of now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ090 won't ever have to congregate at clifford's house on sundays anymore, we won't ever have to dabao lunch and eat in the tamil room, we won't ever have to endure late nights and battle eyebags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever have to hear vinoth's triumphant&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"YES! I made her irritated!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all do a happy victory dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown abit fond of the small, crampy tamil room. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to start getting used to my newfound freedom on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2669786124664142572?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2669786124664142572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2669786124664142572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2669786124664142572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2669786124664142572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-this-is-like-8oo-days-late-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1853373254116411087</id><published>2008-11-03T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:29:36.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I learnt over the weekend, it'd be to never ever put your phone in your breast pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to hort park and the canopy walk on saturday afternoon. And along the way, when we were on the bridge, I became my clumsy self and I tripped over dust molecules/cher's size 8 or 9 slippers. And the next thing I knew, my laoyapok phone flew out of my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over the bridge's railing; and down into the dense forest of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the entire hysterical story short, uncle jimmy went all the way down and rescued my phone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, please don't ever put your phone in your breast pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't wear slippers that are too large for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just don't be clumsy like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1853373254116411087?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1853373254116411087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1853373254116411087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1853373254116411087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1853373254116411087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-theres-one-thing-i-learnt-over.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8765892562240748574</id><published>2008-10-27T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:21:58.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all slaves of PW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a few more days and school will be out. Most importantly, we'll be free of this nonsense forever and ever!&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/7617001-8765892562240748574?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8765892562240748574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8765892562240748574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8765892562240748574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8765892562240748574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-all-slaves-of-pw-its-just-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4213846869980467702</id><published>2008-10-23T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:35:30.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;trampled on the ground;&lt;br /&gt;you took the fall,&lt;br /&gt;and thought of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;above all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel thankful; because no matter how far I stray, how far I drift; God doesn't turn his back on me and walk away, but instead He says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My precious, precious child. I love you and will never leave you. When you saw only one set of footprints in the sand, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was then that I carried you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are never, ever walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't deserve it, He carries me through.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My window's open and I'm freezing.&lt;br /&gt;The world is pw-crazed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-4213846869980467702?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4213846869980467702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4213846869980467702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4213846869980467702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4213846869980467702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-rose-trampled-on-ground-you-took.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-491886635808827773</id><published>2008-10-19T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:16:29.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is full of bimbo moments. (But it doesnt make me a bimbo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I insisted that chickens have 4 legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now I probably need to go back to kindergarten for reading and spelling lessons because I read ginger as garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I sound so proud of my apparent blindness and inability to read. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-491886635808827773?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/491886635808827773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=491886635808827773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/491886635808827773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/491886635808827773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-i-probably-need-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1138966687375466103</id><published>2008-10-19T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:50:48.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want alot for christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is just one thing I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care about the presents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;underneath the christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there upon the fireplace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa claus won't make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with a toy on christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't ask for much this christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't even wish for snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna keep on waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;underneath the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the North Pole for St Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't even stay awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to hear those magic reindeer click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want alot for christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is all I'm asking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jumbled and incomplete lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;All I Want for Christmas is You&lt;/em&gt; fever is definitely back. I think I sing it way too much in between classes and during PW that people find it just a teeny weeny bit irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But heck la, I like cannot is it? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1138966687375466103?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1138966687375466103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1138966687375466103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1138966687375466103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1138966687375466103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-need-to-hang-my-stocking-there.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3938185696405997146</id><published>2008-10-15T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:44:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like french braids to be messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like long beans and brinjal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is still in the post promo tsunami state. BUT, at least my things arent scattered everywhere, they're all now in organized piles. I'm taking tiny baby steps to get to a clutter free room. Getting there, getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a new pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, hair ties that don't lose their elasticity so rapidly! My fox ones are pretty, but they break so easily my heart aches because I spent 5bucks for something that looks abit pasar malam-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated because all things electronic/electronic related things never seem to last when they're in my hands. My handphone has really, really died. My earpiece decided it should die too, so it did. I need my music. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should invest in a proper alarm clock. Relying on handphones doesn't work. Trying to put it far away so it forces me to walk to it doesn't work anymore. I shall go alarm clock shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it's wednesday, it's midweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down till christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this craving for really good century egg porridge that doesn't make me feel like puking after 3 mouthfuls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching mingzhongduzhingWOAINI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep, and hopefully dream of pretty church weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3938185696405997146?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3938185696405997146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3938185696405997146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3938185696405997146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3938185696405997146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-french-braids-to-be-messy.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2634779261489483795</id><published>2008-10-07T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:36:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SOo3FGs9olI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/70cP9Pp4IKE/s1600-h/IMG_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254072476119179858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SOo3FGs9olI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/70cP9Pp4IKE/s320/IMG_2972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIVIA HO FENG HUA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's your birthday, you should be nice and not smack me for the not so glam photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm amazed at how time flies! Or maybe time just flies because we never agree with each other and we make it a point to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being so brutally honest with me. You leave me speechless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making days so much more fun because of our arguments over trivial things like whether we should eat chocolate or vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my cheecheongfun dabao-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my double bike partner, although you slack so damn much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my duet partner for Os (haven't exactly thanked you for this); for tolerating it when I got quite irritated whenever we can't coordinate well; for agreeing to practice at 8am in the morning on Sundays, and for being so awesome on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me hugs whenever I need them. And for kicking me whenever I'm crying over something stupid. And for passing me notes of encouragement whenever I felt like crap. And for hiding that card in my jacket. And for sending random messages to let me know you're thinking of me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss hearing &lt;em&gt;"NATACHA! GO TOILET WITH ME!"&lt;/em&gt; 800 times a day, even though last time I always complained about making so many trips to the toilet just to accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss trying to teach you how to tongue trill and laughing at you. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So have a fantastic birthday dear, I know you're going to demand that we be nice to you since it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I promise I shan't argue with you today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as much as kw does!&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/7617001-2634779261489483795?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2634779261489483795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2634779261489483795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2634779261489483795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2634779261489483795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-olivia-ho-feng-hua-since.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SOo3FGs9olI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/70cP9Pp4IKE/s72-c/IMG_2972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-4025601319915523073</id><published>2008-10-03T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:33:50.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PW makes me feel like I haven't talked to my friends in ages. The only time we see each other is during morning assembly and at OP reahearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's making me high is singing ABBA songs to entertain myself. Gives some people a chance to practice their flipper dance. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, missy g and I are funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either one of us has to wait for the other every morning, more often than not she has to wait for me, and our meeting place is at the benches in front of buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many times, this has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy g: Hey, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm at buzz. You?&lt;br /&gt;Missy g: I'm also at buzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd turn and realise we were both sitting on both sides of the benches without realising the other's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd laugh at how retarded we are.&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/7617001-4025601319915523073?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4025601319915523073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=4025601319915523073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4025601319915523073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/4025601319915523073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/pw-makes-me-feel-like-i-havent-talked.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-1513233734692712178</id><published>2008-10-01T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:00:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a good kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being a slave to WR, OP and all things PW related these few days, I still managed to squeeze some time to go grab dinner with mei and jia, swing by mei's new house, and go cycling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we meet, all we ever do is laugh. (If we're not eating bread at cartel.) We were so fascinated over the rice in the salt shaker, and amused by the waiter who touches his forehead before he says each sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happened when our mango ice kachang like thing arrived (I can't remember its fancy fancy name), the 3 of us simultaneously took out our cameras/phones to snap a photo. Haha, what a bunch of swakus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got lost trying to locate mei's new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei: "Eh where are you now? Describe your surroundings!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "There's tai huan crescent and golden drive?"&lt;br /&gt;Mei: "Correct!! Stay where you are! I come and find you now."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay, yay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei: "Eh I'm at the bus stop already, can you walk to the bus stop?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "EH? I'm already at the bus stop! I don't see you!"&lt;br /&gt;Mei: "I'm also at the bus stop and I don't see you either!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the entire story short, I was supposed to see Golden Gate, and not Golden Drive. Haha. So after close to 20 minutes of trying to flag a cab and 7 bucks later, I arrived at mei's place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cycling day, while the rest of the family slogged and purged the house of junk. Haha. I'm really glad that there's a space for a tree this christmas now. I'm looking forward to christmas. My &lt;em&gt;All I Want For Christmas is You&lt;/em&gt; fever is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli and I are building up chemistry, we used to scream everytime we started riding the double bike. Now we are all calm and composed and we glide along without much wobbling. Haha. We rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECP was packed to the max with mostly malay families. Which translates into massive crowds, which actually intimidates me, which then makes oli doubt my cycling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And we shall all continue to grit our teeth and be slaves to PW.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want a lot for christmas,&lt;br /&gt;there is just one thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents,&lt;br /&gt;underneath the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa claus won't make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;with a toy on christmas day.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-1513233734692712178?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1513233734692712178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=1513233734692712178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1513233734692712178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/1513233734692712178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-tired-but-its-good-kind-of-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-3930954018578807739</id><published>2008-09-28T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:45:23.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over yo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust them when they say &lt;em&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; feel good movie event of the year. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece is really very pretty, especially when night falls and the stars are out! I declared there and then that I want to get married there. Right on top of a cliff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay please go and watch it and you'll come out a really happy and giggly person. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed up a post-promos to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mind's kind of blank now and I can't seem to recall anything on that list now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really isn't anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-3930954018578807739?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3930954018578807739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=3930954018578807739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3930954018578807739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/3930954018578807739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams-are-over-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2982347258863786418</id><published>2008-09-20T17:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:09:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all the september babies in my life, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTGXD_pHLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3Os6SGzkLJo/s1600-h/P1120533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248037565305003186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTGXD_pHLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3Os6SGzkLJo/s320/P1120533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Missy g! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my going to school friend, you're so patient whenever I'm late!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for suddenly hitting my arm whenever I'm sleepy and you happen to sit next to me in the lt; thank you for always sharing gossips and laughing with me. It makes school so much more fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you say the funniest things on earth, like when you said shiva looks like phelps and everyone else was like &lt;strong&gt;"NO?!?!"&lt;/strong&gt; and you were busy defending yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear &lt;em&gt;zhang yining!&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh we need to take more photos la, I only have photos of us during PAE. Which was like 800 years ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTGLKIY98I/AAAAAAAAAlA/UTcjiZUeXzU/s1600-h/IMG_4958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248037360793876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTGLKIY98I/AAAAAAAAAlA/UTcjiZUeXzU/s320/IMG_4958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JING!&lt;br /&gt;Still a little early but, Happy 1*th! I know you hate to be reminded how old you are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thank you so much for pretty much everything, for keeping in contact even after so long, for always making me laugh with whatever you say, for always surprising me with funny letters/postcards and vday messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTF64s8BvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/puM4_6RIcmc/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248037081237423858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTF64s8BvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/puM4_6RIcmc/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTFYhkfoyI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ILNxmzp7idA/s1600-h/P1120533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landy!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, grow up la okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for always sharing all your funny stories and being so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the girls and I see you walking towards us during lunch, we know you want to cut our queue. We know your pattern already. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep karen happy yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2982347258863786418?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2982347258863786418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2982347258863786418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2982347258863786418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2982347258863786418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-all-september-babies-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtoAUQqdMNs/SNTGXD_pHLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3Os6SGzkLJo/s72-c/P1120533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617001.post-6884380770826005410</id><published>2008-09-12T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:51:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was extremely touched when Doca told me she had been worrying about me and that she has been keeping me in her prayers for the past week. So thank you so much doca; for always expressing your concern, for always sitting down and talking with me, and for being so terribly sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to jump for joy when I saw vicki's letter. Finally got to hear from that woman who sounds so independent and strong now. (: Come home soon okay, we miss you! Stop trying to make me jealous just because you'll be having a white christmas while I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine; just fine and dandy. Could be way much better, but I guess I shouldn't be complaining. School leaves me speechless, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very tired, but I don't seem to know why I feel so weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even though sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your ways I cannot understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never walk away&lt;br /&gt;because my future's in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care what people will say&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after you&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn back and go that way&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm running after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter what may come my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after you&lt;br /&gt;It's you I'm following today&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's high time I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-6884380770826005410?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6884380770826005410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=6884380770826005410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6884380770826005410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/6884380770826005410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-extremely-touched-when-doca-told.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8395526204866024132</id><published>2008-09-09T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:54:08.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having hair hanging down half my face causes my handwriting to go a little haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it started to get a little irritating having to brush my fringe away from my face and tuck it behind my ear every 5 seconds, only to have it fall before my eyes in less than 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured, what the heck, what are hairpins for? So up my fringe went. I looked perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently clifford thought otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifford: Eh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is with your hair man?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why, very ugly is it?&lt;br /&gt;Clifford: &lt;strong&gt;YAH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *scrunches his face and shudders* Wah I cannot stand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in school for a fashion show, thank you very much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WR is in a terrible mess. Since when did so many grammatical errors appear and go unnoticed? The swapping of STs thingy wasn't a good idea. Ours landed in the hands of Mr-i-love-trying-to-be-funny-Quek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's really becoming a chore and a total drag, I can't find any reason to look forward to going to school. The days seem long and endless, even when there isn't any choir anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got an ulcer that seems to become more painful with each passing minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having all that shit in my life now, I feel remotely blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Because of so many reasons. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that it'll be enough to keep me sane and grounded for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-8395526204866024132?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8395526204866024132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8395526204866024132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8395526204866024132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8395526204866024132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-hair-hanging-down-half-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-2821293490080736490</id><published>2008-09-06T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:15:22.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today josh wanted to do the &lt;em&gt;jump off the table and into your arms&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his arms and bent his knees, poised to jump off the table; waiting for me to hold out my arms in a similar fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing that I did, without any ounce of hesitation, he jumped off the table and right into my arms and let out a gurgle of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My open arms assured him that I would be there to catch him when he jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I find myself needing that kind of assurance too; that someone will be there to catch me, should I ever fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many times I fail to see the people who are there, poised to catch me and encouraging me to take that leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-2821293490080736490?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2821293490080736490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=2821293490080736490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2821293490080736490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/2821293490080736490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-josh-wanted-to-do-jump-off-table.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-8334492880928586384</id><published>2008-09-05T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:37:28.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I miss you natacha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother loves to come into my room when I'm still sound asleep; stand by my bed, and rattle off the chores she wants me to do for the day or simply just nag at me for nothing in a super loud voice that irritates me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite countless reminders that I'm not deaf and she doesn't have to speak so loudly unless she wants to be my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's just jealous that I'm still snuggled up in bed while she has to go off to work.&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/7617001-8334492880928586384?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8334492880928586384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=8334492880928586384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8334492880928586384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/8334492880928586384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you-natacha-oh-my-goodness-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-815796128131279919</id><published>2008-08-31T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:17:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE TK! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by tk on friday after the celebrations ended at tj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met shello and manda and we watched the concert from outside the hall. People started coming, and before I knew it the back of the hall was filled with crazy girls no longer dressed in green, but still as scream-y and hysterical and noisy as ever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli, jialing, yixiu, mel, jasmine, alyssa, ceri, syaz, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the vj people arrived at the same time. And then we all went mad hugging each other and exchanging &lt;em&gt;i miss yous; &lt;/em&gt;because before you're done hugging one person, another will materialise and envelope you into their arms. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei arrived just in time to see me leave. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to see all the familiar faces again! Almost the entire 4/5'08 turned up which is an extremely happy thing. Great to see ivy and jo after like a million years. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we talked to mdm chee! We still miss her chinese lessons actually. All her pumping and her running around the block in 30seconds punishments. Glad to see all our teachers again! But there are one too many unfamiliar faces amongst the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the tk cheers with the entire school population, but somehow, they did it so nua nua-ly that we did our own tk philosophy at the back of the hall. Yay, we rock la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everybody we're from tkg&lt;br /&gt;And this is our philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no matter who we fight&lt;br /&gt;We don't shiver and we don't fear&lt;br /&gt;With tk spirit we'll do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;We'll show our courage and beat them all&lt;br /&gt;So we dare you to come and fight&lt;br /&gt;Cos tk will never lose our pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha, okay so the bottomline is that everytime I go back to tk and that sea of green I get super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still haven't gone to the &lt;em&gt;keng bee restaurant&lt;/em&gt; outside school to relive our meepok days, despite saying we want to for a million times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7617001-815796128131279919?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/815796128131279919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=815796128131279919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/815796128131279919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/815796128131279919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-tk-dropped-by-tk-on-friday-after.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-915234119795486466</id><published>2008-08-24T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:36:43.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little things make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple things like singing in perfect harmony on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us sat on the steps of the lobby of sentosa golf club as we waited for the seniors to come for jts yesterday. And then somehow we started to sing amor and then we moved on to christmas carols. In perfect, wonderful harmony. We rock la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JTS was damn fun, I think I laughed so much I have abs already. The nerds sat together. HAHA. And the games rocked! I havent played pass the parcel for so damn long! But it was super fun &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; funny. I was damn heng cos I threw the thing at zhaohan and the music stopped. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bottomline is, I had alot of fun and I like days like that, when there's much to laugh and be happy about. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Save It All For Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so busy that you miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving just a little kiss&lt;br /&gt;To the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;Don't even wait a little while&lt;br /&gt;To give them just a little smile&lt;br /&gt;A little is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are crying&lt;br /&gt;Some people are dying&lt;br /&gt;How many people are asking for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it all for christmas day&lt;br /&gt;Find a way&lt;br /&gt;To give a little love everyday&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it all for christmas day&lt;br /&gt;Find a way&lt;br /&gt;Cos holidays have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;But love lives on&lt;br /&gt;If you give on&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you wait another minute&lt;br /&gt;A hug is warmer when you're in it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;And saying I love you's always better&lt;br /&gt;Seasons, reasons, they don't matter&lt;br /&gt;So don't hold back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how many people in this world&lt;br /&gt;So needful in this world&lt;br /&gt;How many people are praying for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it all for christmas day&lt;br /&gt;Find a way&lt;br /&gt;To give a little love everyday&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it all for christmas day&lt;br /&gt;Find a way&lt;br /&gt;Cos holidays have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;But love lives on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you give on&lt;br /&gt;Give love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all the children know&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that they go&lt;br /&gt;Their whole lives long&lt;br /&gt;Let them know love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So let's all give a little love everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last week of school, yay!&lt;br /&gt;It's reason enough to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617001-915234119795486466?l=natlovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/915234119795486466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7617001&amp;postID=915234119795486466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/915234119795486466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7617001/posts/default/915234119795486466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlovesyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-things-make-me-happy-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7617001.post-4134992195550822825</id><published>2008-08-20T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:46:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I hear &lt;em&gt;waterloo&lt;/em&gt; I smile to myself like some insane idiot. It makes me incredibly high! And I think I walk faster when I listen to it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something nice I koped from jollyn's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive them anyway.&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;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you'll win some false friends and some genuine enemies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Succeed anyway.&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;If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be honest and sincere anyway.&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;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Build anyway.&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;The good you do today, will often be forgotten tomorrow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do good anyway.&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;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give the world your best anyway. &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;You see, in the final analysis, it's between you and God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was never been you and them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I just thought it's something nice. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was just another one of those random posts. I'm still waiting for the many photos that we took with jollyn's trusty i-can-detect-faces-nikon last friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my bed calling out to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wednesday tomorrow! It's midweek!&lt;br /&gt;YAY. 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