<?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-13111490</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:28:05.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat Says...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3161890775172013674</id><published>2010-07-14T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:15:53.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday dinner: chilli, chilli crab&lt;br /&gt;monday dinner: curryyy&lt;br /&gt;tues lunch: mcspicy + fries + chilli!&lt;br /&gt;tues dinner: fried food, lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Sore throat and extra pounds omggawd, need to start exercising soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent had laksa yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Cannot believe tis didnt know I've been rowing in dragon boat races, even in NJ. In her words, "Even mer knows!!" HAHA deathly stare at tis &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3161890775172013674?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3161890775172013674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3161890775172013674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3161890775172013674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3161890775172013674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-dinner-chilli-chilli-crab-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8936790963209321305</id><published>2010-07-07T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T09:55:06.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the world to change</title><content type='html'>It's past midnight, I'm listening to Schubert Impromptu Op.90 No.3 and attempting to pen something down. Soon I'll curl up with my book and wait for Spain vs Germany to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's July already. I cannot recall how the months passed so fast. Training, training and... training? Finally this weekends's the big race. The ultimate goal, maybe only, for the past 1 academic year. Sweat and blood. Heart and soul. The excitement and anxiety's starting to come, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, it feels different, or rather I feel different. It's something I dare not voice out to anybody, even blocking out the thoughts from my head because letting myself think about it would be acknowledging it. I guess I've changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano music really is lovely :) But I never have the patience to complete a piece or get past the initial unfamiliar stages haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8936790963209321305?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8936790963209321305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8936790963209321305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8936790963209321305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8936790963209321305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='Waiting on the world to change'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3468732130545270826</id><published>2010-05-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:39:34.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secrets</title><content type='html'>Wayy happening day (for my standards) yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 OMG delle couldn't believe it &amp;amp; I was supposed to be at orchard central at 1, what am I going to do without aunty remy for 3 more weeks. Surprised, albeit failed, toot at quiznos where she's been working for the past week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged our butts down for training, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat with Family Day haha. Pasta de Waraku for dinner. Good food good food at good prices. Awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins' night out @ Clarke Quay next! Settled down at Brewerkz with eber, may and roy to chill and talk, which was really great. Had calamari, potato skin which was the bomb and onion rings. AFTER dinner. Walked around, saw pierre png who was smoking and andre de cruz, arm wrestled with eber haha. Which turned out to be a stalemate. We have another showdown in July. Went to get magnums. AFTER supper. Anyway, my maiden magnum experience after all the hype. Verdict? Only hype, nothing fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone eating their magnums in silence-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh its actually nothing fantastic&lt;br /&gt;May: Yeah nat everyone was just waiting for someone to say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while queueing for magnum, there was girl in super short bare backed till the butt tight dress.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (To her friend) Hold this for me (her drink). I don't want to show my ass to the world. It's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Girl proceeds to pull her dress higher so the top part of her butt doesnt show but now the bottom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Roy and I couldn't contain our laughter. Priceless ass cracks us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, great night out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of secrets too. Shhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3468732130545270826?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3468732130545270826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3468732130545270826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3468732130545270826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3468732130545270826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/dirty-little-secrets.html' title='dirty little secrets'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5218990447533586624</id><published>2010-05-25T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:47:44.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I don't like goodbyes :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5218990447533586624?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5218990447533586624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5218990447533586624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5218990447533586624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5218990447533586624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3844947594285658644</id><published>2010-05-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:59:30.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEL LIKE SINGING</title><content type='html'>Highlight of the week - Confirmation of the sec 4s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own confirmation was 4 years ago. I still have the little notebook gift and card that mel, mer, tis and glad gave me :) 2nd batch of sec 3s taught, 2nd confirmation attended. Doing ushering, I could see all of their expressions on their faces before they walked up to face Archie (who is a very cute man), mostly nervousness. Prob about making a mistake in front of the whole church. Like me 4 years ago! teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism this year has been good so far. Good not because everything has been running smoothly. Things haven't been actually. Good because I'm beginning to experience and trust. Look forward to. With the help of wonderful people :) Sharing with a bunch of sec 3s is certainly not easy, I cannot imagine myself doing so at sec 3! So I'm really thankful for my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ONLY IMAGINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3844947594285658644?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3844947594285658644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3844947594285658644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3844947594285658644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3844947594285658644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/feel-like-singing.html' title='FEEL LIKE SINGING'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6886642162182523314</id><published>2010-05-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:57:39.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll go back to the place where the night never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I visited NJ again for the dsa recruitment talk. Walking through the school felt quite weird. I felt so olddd seeing all the kids (technically some of them are still kids at sec 1 and 2). And I no longer felt much of a sense of belonging to the school in which I spent 4 great years in. The building is changing dramatically. So much construction going on, I don't know how everyone survives. There're classrooms sprouting out everywhere - the raintree and oasis have become classroom space, the extension of the library at the linkway, the general office has moved to the bookshop area omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yet I couldn't help but smile inwardly at the familiarity admidst all the change. The canoeing table, the track, the library, the classrooms - they brought back wonderful memories of 04 and the canoeing team. What hengyang said today pretty much sums up my feelings, at the end of the day when we look back, results don't matter anymore but what we carry with us are the awesomely wonderfully crazy memories and friendships forged, hopefully for life :)&lt;/div&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/13111490-6886642162182523314?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6886642162182523314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6886642162182523314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6886642162182523314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6886642162182523314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-go-back-to-place-where-night-never.html' title='We&apos;ll go back to the place where the night never ends'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8787015791726629508</id><published>2010-05-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:11:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-wl8bdgvmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zPbpFPb1ivQ/s1600/IMG_8068.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because love is never never easy. And I'm not even talking about Christian love, to love everyone unconditionally and totally, the way God loves us. Loving the people closest to you, is a lot of times harder than getting a perfect cap of 5.0 or running a 10min 2.4 or anything that can possibly be impossible to achieve. Yet its this love that is my foundation. Its this love that I yearn and pray most for. &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/13111490-8787015791726629508?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8787015791726629508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8787015791726629508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8787015791726629508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8787015791726629508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/loving-you.html' title='Loving you'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6389884693855670222</id><published>2010-05-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:12:37.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool or what</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo2dJ34tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/guW7-45wZXM/s1600/IMG_7967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470088875910619858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo2dJ34tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/guW7-45wZXM/s320/IMG_7967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo1dXTdWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xBGO2Kmm4RI/s1600/IMG_7966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470088858787083618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo1dXTdWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xBGO2Kmm4RI/s320/IMG_7966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo08tA49I/AAAAAAAAADs/Dw3LWBzeS6c/s1600/IMG_7962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470088850019771346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo08tA49I/AAAAAAAAADs/Dw3LWBzeS6c/s320/IMG_7962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What Germs and I found on a thurs morning in churchhhh. Harley Davidson bikers - about 30 of them parked just outside church. Apparently a couple was having their wedding anniversary in church and all their friends were bikers. Hot bikes but not hot guys. Germs was hopping excited about the hot bikes so I took some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norton anti virus says the com's all good, I pray there's no more virus!&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/13111490-6389884693855670222?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6389884693855670222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6389884693855670222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6389884693855670222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6389884693855670222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/cool-or-what.html' title='Cool or what'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S-mo2dJ34tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/guW7-45wZXM/s72-c/IMG_7967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-614854843743232751</id><published>2010-05-03T06:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:40:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world, I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 weeks have been spent day to night in the library, mugging my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;But today officially marks the end of year 1 and the start of the holidays! I'm so excited at the endless possibilities that can be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful! For today's reminder that God is so much greater than anything you can mess up. Thank you Ann :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fb is hanging on me. Not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-614854843743232751?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/614854843743232751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=614854843743232751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/614854843743232751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/614854843743232751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-world-i-am-back-past-2-weeks-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7111086712092361746</id><published>2010-04-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:18:36.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>265 degrees</title><content type='html'>To accept that frustration is natural, the normal state of things, and that it is okay to accept ourselves and our lives as they are and find joy and happiness inside of them, in spite of the frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not enough? Or must we constantly feel that we are missing out on life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought about life that way before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7111086712092361746?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7111086712092361746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7111086712092361746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7111086712092361746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7111086712092361746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-accept-that-frustration-is-natural.html' title='265 degrees'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5727538196006017449</id><published>2010-03-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:45:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yknow how sometimes, the longer you stare at a word, the weirder the spelling starts to look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during gym we stared at the weights scattered on the floor and they started looking like miniature things coming to life. Like the gym became a mini world with mini creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5727538196006017449?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5727538196006017449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5727538196006017449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5727538196006017449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5727538196006017449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/03/yknow-how-sometimes-longer-you-stare-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6765173384048730800</id><published>2010-03-12T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:42:17.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cornflakes with milk coffee/mocha (just like milk, a very close substitute)&lt;br /&gt;2) Cereal &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; orange juice&lt;br /&gt;3) Cereal with cheese&lt;br /&gt;4) Cereal with jam, no milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the weirdest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-6765173384048730800?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6765173384048730800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6765173384048730800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6765173384048730800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6765173384048730800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/03/rate-1-cornflakes-with-milk-coffeemocha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7582594797659205189</id><published>2010-03-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:39:47.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe, in all ways</title><content type='html'>It's been such an exhausting past week. Today i'm so thankful for home. Just to get home, not touch my books and notes for a few hours and watch American Idol in peace. I wonder whats my utility for 1h of AI. teehee. Mid terms are overrrrrrrrrrr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to trust,&lt;br /&gt;'What could have been done for you, has already been done'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7582594797659205189?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7582594797659205189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7582594797659205189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7582594797659205189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7582594797659205189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-such-exhausting-past-week.html' title='breathe, in all ways'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-358211951280387784</id><published>2010-03-03T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:21:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of myself - wanting something/not brave enough to take action, putting in effort/letting myself down, thinking i'm putting in effort/maybe not enough. To top it off, neglecting what means the most. (just the thoughts in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I felt today hit me. I always felt, everything in its time. Today I freefell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not feel like going for cg tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444412043420236274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/S45v6GLr-fI/AAAAAAAAADk/Wm-af7B4RTs/s320/hugs+will+save+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hugs, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-358211951280387784?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/358211951280387784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=358211951280387784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8742208944588994789</id><published>2010-02-10T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:16:08.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is love and happiness so hard to find?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8742208944588994789?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8742208944588994789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8742208944588994789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8742208944588994789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8742208944588994789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-love-and-happiness-so-hard-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1476555173760910846</id><published>2010-02-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:13:19.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0.O I just filled up my nice red organiser with so many submission datelines and exam dates, its scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many busy days to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1476555173760910846?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1476555173760910846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1476555173760910846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1476555173760910846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1476555173760910846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/02/0.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-286406126937560499</id><published>2010-01-15T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:15:53.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laugh over this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman's parents thought I was his girlfriend because he took many photos with me during our canoeing timbre outing. Oh, and he was carrying my bag for me. For fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman's dad = my dragonboat coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his parents look at his fb, which is coollll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-286406126937560499?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/286406126937560499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=286406126937560499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/286406126937560499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/286406126937560499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/01/laugh-over-this-aimans-parents-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4755154236911966407</id><published>2010-01-11T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:18:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Intro to nanoworld, genes and society, intro to nanoworld, genes and society.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo I suck. I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sundown registration for marathon is closed due to overwhelming response :///&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4755154236911966407?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4755154236911966407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4755154236911966407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4755154236911966407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4755154236911966407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3900392083050837664</id><published>2010-01-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:12:52.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You could be so many things</title><content type='html'>10 days into 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early at class chalet, left for mass, and then made it a point to spend my day at home just.. relaxing. Read, had a long talk with the bestfriend (finally), helped with dinner, and made pancakes with strawberries, apple sauce and ham with the sister (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a year of roller coaster rides, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back A level results was nerve wrecking; and heart wrenching. It reduced many of my options, but I still went ahead with applications, which involved a lot of frustration, self doubt and disappointment. One of the few things I regretted was not preparing hard enough for the medicine interview. The whole process left me questioning whether I was good enough at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started working in March all the way till July. Work was boring, making my own money was great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University started and well, all I can say is that uni's not like what I expected. All notions of uni being slack (even in arts) were dispelled at once. There were times when I just hated school and felt so lonely, missed IP, missed my friends. Jolynn's prob the only one who complained more than me about school lol! I think I'm just more resistant to change, and well, I'm sure the school year ahead will be a better one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays were good, honestly. I should really stopped complaining. Looking at my organiser, I had so many plans and dates etched in that I can't believe how fast one month has passed. Trainings, trainings and more trainings. Zhenluan and I agreed on one thing - How training is a love/hate thing, we complain so much about training and yet we still do it. Managed to meet up with so many people, canoeing outing at timbre and christmas party at ecp, picnic with sec school clique, girls' stayover at nina's, all the christmas parties, the cousins' gathering, BCME gatherings - albeit too short :/, db chalet, 04 chalet, Primary 6 gathering (wow!) and of course time spent with the best friend (: It would be perfect if we could have more BCME time and a holiday overseas! (again the result of procrastination and booking too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to pack as much as possible into my next holidays one again. Hitting the Big Two Zero, yo! 2009 has made me face up to new challenges and embrace new beginnings, though hesitantly and with fear. It made me realise that no matter how bad things were, deep deep deep down, I had the faith that I would survive. And it certainly made me treasure the people around me more, I count my blessings for you all, everyday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the start of school tomorrow, may the year ahead be a great one &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3900392083050837664?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3900392083050837664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3900392083050837664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3900392083050837664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3900392083050837664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-could-be-so-many-things.html' title='You could be so many things'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8125251523775773567</id><published>2009-12-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:22:15.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SxdwhhHw_7I/AAAAAAAAADc/dVui4M0UBHU/s1600-h/hello+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410917198437875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SxdwhhHw_7I/AAAAAAAAADc/dVui4M0UBHU/s320/hello+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the 3rd of December. Happy Birthday Sam. I can't wait for Christmas to come, the Christmas tree is up and Orchard road is sparkling at night. It's the third day post exams and I'm a happy girl - though with true worries about how I'm going to finance my expenses with feasting and shopping HA. As evidence: Crystal Jade on Tuesday, Breeks on Wednesday, some place Today, Toast Tomorrow, Fish&amp;amp;Co on Saturday????? Omg. And I will grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, love December !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8125251523775773567?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8125251523775773567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8125251523775773567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8125251523775773567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8125251523775773567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-3rd-of-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SxdwhhHw_7I/AAAAAAAAADc/dVui4M0UBHU/s72-c/hello+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7395705475384200198</id><published>2009-11-28T06:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:44:03.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric is my best friend that is not a girl, but we don't want to be boyfriend and girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How simple things were at that age.&lt;br /&gt;To-ta-lee made me smile (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7395705475384200198?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7395705475384200198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7395705475384200198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7395705475384200198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7395705475384200198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/eric-is-my-best-friend-that-is-not-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6933712225754273158</id><published>2009-11-25T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:36:32.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams haven't been that good so far and sometimes I wonder, why study so hard? Be mediocre and average. Maybe that's why I'm sitting here at 9.30pm typing this instead of studying even though I have a paper tomorrow at 1 (which I'm sure I'll regret soon because I won't be able to study finish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em's staying over at Gill's house and Sam's in Batam so the house's superrrr quiet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for monday to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-6933712225754273158?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6933712225754273158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6933712225754273158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6933712225754273158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6933712225754273158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/exams-havent-been-that-good-so-far-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-2180806132357573958</id><published>2009-11-25T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:28:46.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All you need is trust, and a little pixie dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-2180806132357573958?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2180806132357573958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=2180806132357573958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/2180806132357573958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/2180806132357573958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-you-need-is-trust-and-little-pixie.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8639382142274979540</id><published>2009-11-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:07:57.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGGG ITS NOVEMBER....! Just struck me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time in ages I laughed so hard and so long. About the most random-est things like calf muscles, cobra's hood, golf, wood and Jagabee. LOL. Equivilent to 200 abs holding exercises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it reminded me of the days where we could laugh about anything under the sun, even at the most un-funny things. I miss the one who gets high on coffee, the one who gets neurotic about everything and the one whose smile never fails to brighten up my day (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ning! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8639382142274979540?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8639382142274979540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8639382142274979540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8639382142274979540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8639382142274979540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-first-time-in-ages-i-laughed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4921087785111890194</id><published>2009-11-04T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:57:16.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh how my upper arms are aching. And there's this tension around my neck area, probably from work, training, work, training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've really realised an increase in my appetite recently! How I am easily hungry and constantly snack even when I'm not o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help to have my mum bringing back good food from work, like how I just ate a brownie and now cannot stop digesting cheesecake with digestives, even though its already 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joy and sinfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4921087785111890194?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4921087785111890194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4921087785111890194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4921087785111890194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4921087785111890194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-how-my-upper-arms-are-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8012248589096050530</id><published>2009-10-29T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:24:56.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only change that has been happening in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Drastic cut in hair length = major crisis/mid life crisis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I've had one sided double/triple eyelids on my left eye for the past one week, which looks super weird. Maybe I need to get those double eyelids stickons for my right eye that theo did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more spontaneity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SunOHaMqf0I/AAAAAAAAADU/AIgF20-8deM/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SunOHaMqf0I/AAAAAAAAADU/AIgF20-8deM/s320/nice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072255067094850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current wallpaper (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8012248589096050530?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8012248589096050530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8012248589096050530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8012248589096050530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8012248589096050530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-change-that-has-been-happening-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SunOHaMqf0I/AAAAAAAAADU/AIgF20-8deM/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7418260854445844582</id><published>2009-10-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:10:53.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I will be happier than a bird with a French Fry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7418260854445844582?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7418260854445844582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7418260854445844582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7418260854445844582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7418260854445844582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-will-be-happier-than-bird-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1999167840169476565</id><published>2009-10-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:10:22.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from delle &amp; loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was&lt;br /&gt;room-temperature Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. (MER HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree. (GLADD, OMG YOUR GUY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p. M. Instead of 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (BEST :D TELL THAT TO A GIRL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p. M. Traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 P.M. At a speed of 35 mph.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha omg totally no link.&lt;br /&gt;My favourites in bold, thanks delle (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great laugh! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1999167840169476565?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1999167840169476565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1999167840169476565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1999167840169476565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1999167840169476565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-this-from-delle-loved-it-every-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5564766172458303346</id><published>2009-10-16T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:33:20.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/StgurbVpNvI/AAAAAAAAADM/qBQbKP66lGc/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 71px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/StgurbVpNvI/AAAAAAAAADM/qBQbKP66lGc/s320/starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393111877383960306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curling up at Starbucks sipping a hot green tea latte or a java chip makes me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Delleeee, according to a programme on cna, a tall java chip has 400 calories! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5564766172458303346?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5564766172458303346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5564766172458303346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5564766172458303346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5564766172458303346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/StgurbVpNvI/AAAAAAAAADM/qBQbKP66lGc/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7657630888280028515</id><published>2009-10-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:07:03.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've fallen asleep with my contacts still on so many nights in the past week its gonna stick permantly in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had my last mid term today. Sometimes I wonder if all the effort put into studying really pays off. YIH has become my second home in school :/ It seems like I can never take a breather from all the work (plus snowballing work). I wanttt retail therapy, catch 500 days of summer, get away from hustle and bustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good night spent at cg and I'm glad I went. The most fundamental of Christian faith - prayer, I'm ashamed to say that I've neglected that. Maybe I'll start a prayer diary (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed BCME email - I miss them so. Having school with them would make it so much better, can't wait for yall to get back in december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, shall do my econs tut on the bus tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7657630888280028515?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7657630888280028515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7657630888280028515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7657630888280028515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7657630888280028515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-ive-fallen-asleep-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4499534378364203402</id><published>2009-09-17T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:10:44.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Thursday and my school week's over. Why do I not feel a sense of relief like I have for the past 5 weeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4499534378364203402?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4499534378364203402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4499534378364203402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4499534378364203402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4499534378364203402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-thursday-and-my-school-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1797453578294618371</id><published>2009-08-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:49:19.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE = WORLD JUNIOR DRAGON BOAT CHAMPIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, basically = NJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, so so so proud of them, after everything they've had to overcome, they're now champions Looking at the photos on www.dragonboat2009.com brought with it so many feelings. Happiness, wistfullness at what my batch could have achieved if we had gone to prague, even slight jealously heh. But mostly, I miss being a team, conoeing and dragon boating. Going for trng together, hanging out after training, rowing together. Really, I miss it. I miss the girls, 9 + wilona. Dragon boat seems without variation, always the same constant motion, but so much more is involved, especially with a team of people you love. I guess for me, it was always more of the team than the sport, and that's why I've always never really been able to answer jared when he asked if I really like dragonboating, or if I was just joining for delle when I joined mountbatten or when considering to join nus db. It was the team that kept me going and the team that I fought for. The memories in the njteam can never be replicated, certainly not the harsh training and non-training conditions, but that was what made us strong fighters with memories to last a lifetime. People think we're crazy, well I would if I wasnt in the team, but being part of the team is a whole different story. &amp; i'm glad that joining the team for 4 years is a decision I've never regretted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, congrats juniors! It's time to study hard. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my sister got to experience prague (: miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 99% made up my mind to join nus db. There seems to be so many decisions to make recently. And I realised my problem of not liking to make decisions and pushing them to the last minute. Case in point - being too late to sign up for stanchart even though i've wanted to since many weeks back. I want so many things, but am afraid to commit. Db, tuition, long term volunteer work, studies, cell group, and joining core team for catechism. I really dont know if I can commit to everything, but I ask for the discernment to make wise decisions, and most importantly, stay happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling extremely proud of the juniors (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1797453578294618371?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1797453578294618371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1797453578294618371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1797453578294618371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1797453578294618371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/singapore-world-junior-dragon-boat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1695934937546503531</id><published>2009-08-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:58:34.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So come home running, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1695934937546503531?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1695934937546503531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1695934937546503531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1695934937546503531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1695934937546503531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-come-home-running-just-as-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4226074146360424536</id><published>2009-08-04T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:44:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick post here, having decided to abandon my plan to sleep for 2 hours because for sure, I would not be able to wake up on time in the few minutes I have left to sleep. A night of once-and-never-again 'hello's, casual conversations and hopefully hopefully good food awaits. Then hopefully, I'll come back awake (and probably crazy) enough for a long run and an episode of greys before sleeping. Grand plans, seeing that I only slept 1.5 hours yesterday at orientation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, Keenan made us do a list of 'Things I Do Alone', and surprisingly, I could only come up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pray&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Bathe&lt;br /&gt;- Study&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Grey's&lt;br /&gt;- Think&lt;br /&gt;- Travel (except with people I'm close to)&lt;br /&gt;- Relax at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that even though I'm somewhat antisocial, for most of the things I do, I still enjoy doing them in the company of others and that friends really do mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts Orientation&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm constantly having tug-of-war feelings of dread, and fun and enthusiasium. The first two days were quite bad. Cliques were already forming due to the large number of freshies in the og, the og wasn't bonded and I was mixing with people I couldn't really click with. Yesterday's wet games were so much better. People started opening up and mixing around and I found people I could feel more comfortable around with. Having spent 2 late nights up planning the timetable and deciding on what modules to take, bidding turned out kinda easy in the end. Hhah! Cos of 2 preallocated modules, I had to only bid for 2 and this made things a lot less worrysome than having to bid for 4 exposure modules. So I'll be taking psych, socio, econs, eng and hopefully changing landscapes! Slowly dreading less the start of school... 3 more days of orientation and we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet up with the senior girls..hopefully soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4226074146360424536?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4226074146360424536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4226074146360424536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4226074146360424536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4226074146360424536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-post-here-having-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7365531446508937951</id><published>2009-07-22T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:37:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today calls for a blog post beacuse I've finally stopped work! Been working since february and since march at smc and orientation starts next week so there isn't much time left to slack around. My colleagues have been nice, but work has been boring, mundane. Lol. They always tell me not to end up like them next time, stuck in a job like theirs! So anyway, Huimin and I left them with a new pantry before we left and they made us a card and gave us popular cards for uni (: Oh and I left the office at 9.30 yesterday clearing up all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave the house (need to complete this in 5 min, pack and run) I want to blog about BCME. They're the people who never fail to cheer me up. Like on monday when theo was at camp and I was feel irritated with the rest of the world, BME were all online (first time the four of us were all online in a long time! well, me appearing offline). So I went online and we had the stupidest mass convo that totally left me cheered up and almost high. I can't rememeber the funny parts, will leave it to mer to blog about it. But yeah, BCME has been one of a kind and i really miss seeing them everyday in school. Its great that now, with the busyness of life, we still meet up at least once a month and send each other random emails that become long email threads. Will dedicate a blog post to BCME next time &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Tis and Mer in 25 min! I'm so gonna be late.. Looking forward to 'basking in the glory of slacking' as Tis's puts it! Then we'll be meeting jo and gladd for dinner and then I'll be throwing some punches and kicks (hopefully) doing muay thai. muaha. &lt;br /&gt;Good day! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7365531446508937951?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7365531446508937951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7365531446508937951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7365531446508937951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7365531446508937951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-calls-for-blog-post-beacuse-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3123057604656662251</id><published>2009-07-08T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:27:46.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So so so much has happened since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Birthday surprises and celebrations were fantawesome (fantastic and awesome)! How can any other year top the 19th! THANK YOU ALL(:&lt;br /&gt;2) CSS FOC camp was good. Met new friends and seniors that will hopefully make the bidding process much easier (after hearing so much about how tough bidding is). &lt;br /&gt;3) St Paul the musical. Cheers to all the hard work put in! The play was okay but I thought the songs, all orginal, and the voices were just awesome and so lifting. Cannot wait to get the soundtracks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sports camp 09! With my usual 'don't feel like going for camps' feelings and certain preconceptions about the camp, I wasn't looking forward to camp. But as usual camp was quite a blast. Sports try outs, cable skiing, wind surfing, woofball, zorb ball, weird stilt like things, paintball. Pool games, canoe polo! GAMES. Many games. The councillors had an amazing number of games to get us hyped and gelled together. Mass dance, secret pal (Speed dating, as I would rather call it. Delle knows why I don't like SP ah). Night cycling, amazing race, rollar blading. Accomodations there were at most bearable. Every night we trudged back to our rooms, totally plonked and slept at about 2am plus. Everthing's jumbled up because I can't remember what we did on what day. Of course, the greatest og and councillors! Without them sports camp would not have been so great. So here's to Leng Zai! We are Zai! :D And Delle who made sports camp so much better (:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Had to end the camp prematurely in masks. H1n1 caught up with some people in camp and so everyone had to be sent home and quarantined for 7 days. Totally. Anti. Climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today -  6 DAYS DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I have not stepped out of the house in 6 days, save for a short run I had last night. Have been preoccupying myself with sleeping late and waking up late, grey's, harry potter, facebook, youtube, a bit of packing (probably 5% of the 6days hahaha). I declare the red couch in my living room officially mine because I have been sitting, sleeping on it for the past 5 days and growing fat. The 6 days haven't been that bad. Life's been moving at 200km/h the past few weeks and I've just been going along, no time to slow down, so I actually didn't dread the quarantine that much. I love being busy and having many things to do and many plans to carry out (well prolonged slacking will make me feel that I'm wasting my life) but sometimes I feel that I need to step back, slow down, be away from people for awhile, enjoy quiet time and be at home. As Jo said before - hermit? Hahaha. I would call it recharge. At the very least, I do not have to go to work!!! Can't wait to stop work next friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm recharged! Can't wait for the plans ahead. Starting tonight, transformers! Meetups with my secondary school friends, BCME, Hearts on Fire rally, Tioman :D and the days ahead when I've stopped work. But really not looking forward to school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To delle: You'll live through the 4 more days! Beat your word drop high score hahaha. Love you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3123057604656662251?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3123057604656662251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3123057604656662251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3123057604656662251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3123057604656662251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-so-so-much-has-happened-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7734856711386855714</id><published>2009-06-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:24:16.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i thought i'd update because its been awhile and the last post shows tis at work but tis doesn't work there anymore.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I dug out some old cds and found Ross Roy and Eagles Bend, pieces we used to play in band in st. nicks, put it in my ipod, and have been listening to it countless times since. It brought back many memories of whatever little time I had in sn band, love the music, love the feeling of how everyone came together to make such beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sad to say that i have never really kept in contact with my friends from stnicks, friends which if given a chance, i would certainly make a better effort to remain close to. we've finally met up this year, but have become like almost-strangers, trying to make up for the time we've lost but yet it can never be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess its time to move on - to leave behind some and hold on to friends i want to keep for life (and hopefully they want to too! lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to syl and xiaoting after training on tues was great. We got our drinks, plonked down at some staircase in nus and just talked (inevitably about canoeing haha). We could have gone on and on relieving the days in the team and talking about our futures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with em, tricia, yenfang and keewei at waffletown yesterday. yeahh, its been many many years since my sister and i have promised ourselves to go to waffletown and we finally went yesterday. haha! but the waffles were so lousy and we had to pay 20 cents each for maple syrup (!!!) totally dashed our childhood memories of waffletown waffles being the best. heh. I think we were just young and had no standards of waffles back then. Thank you to them for surprising me with two candles so that i could have two wishes and the birthday song, it was sweet :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many exciting days ahead but right now i'm stuck in the office with nothing to do. My shirt smells of the mee soto i had for lunch and in the stale air of the office it really stinks :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7734856711386855714?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7734856711386855714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7734856711386855714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7734856711386855714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7734856711386855714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-thought-id-update-because-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-2350477331218772890</id><published>2009-05-27T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:19:44.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day we stalked Tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iTE6P2pI/AAAAAAAAACs/M15_wemEBds/s1600-h/IMG_3907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340532813006363282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iTE6P2pI/AAAAAAAAACs/M15_wemEBds/s320/IMG_3907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serving her customers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iS-b4kuI/AAAAAAAAACk/dRF7aMS7dWM/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340532811268395746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iS-b4kuI/AAAAAAAAACk/dRF7aMS7dWM/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being enthusiastic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iSSxpHII/AAAAAAAAACc/l0OKNKFZE84/s1600-h/IMG_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340532799548497026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iSSxpHII/AAAAAAAAACc/l0OKNKFZE84/s320/IMG_3899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iSB8r_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/LC8K0DhA6pw/s1600-h/IMG_3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340532795031420418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iSB8r_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/LC8K0DhA6pw/s320/IMG_3894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being the ever passionate waitress she is, Tis kept refilling our glasses with ice cold water with oranges and making us visit the toilet. All the while eavesdropping on our conservation because no one wanted to take minutes for her, except in our heads ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iRun8RSI/AAAAAAAAACM/eYurh0Bah24/s1600-h/IMG_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340532789844133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iRun8RSI/AAAAAAAAACM/eYurh0Bah24/s320/IMG_3893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10th cup? So pretty Tis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340534783746131730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1kFyfORxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OVlilB4PLnI/s320/IMG_3911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;P.S Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340537973581820786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1m_djUM3I/AAAAAAAAADE/UqVvMz-tQxc/s320/IMG_3909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCME love&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA tis, don't kill me! Have fun at work!  (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-2350477331218772890?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2350477331218772890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=2350477331218772890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/2350477331218772890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/2350477331218772890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-we-stalked-tis.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sh1iTE6P2pI/AAAAAAAAACs/M15_wemEBds/s72-c/IMG_3907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3538881245863336931</id><published>2009-05-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:47:03.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been many days since i last blogged, mainly because nothing has been happening in my life. I've started training again with mountbatten, running and gym sessions and canoeing. nice people, plus there's delle and xiaoting (: nothing can ever beat the nj senior girls team though, always 9 + 1 in a dragon boat. its really hard building up my fitness again, running has become a torture again, and i cant do a single pull up anymore! glady i am not going to turn into hulk, more like im green blob now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been okay. surprisingly, sitting in an office the whole day can be very tiring! and really boring sometimes because i cannot do my own stuff when i have nothing to do. so the past week, i have been checking my university status on joint acceptance. a part of me wanted my status to forever stay pending so that i wouldnt see fass staring out at me. anyway finally it changed and yes, i was posted to fass, so no medicine or dentistry. i've known that my chances of getting in were very low, considering my grades and that i didnt think my interview went that well, but well, when reality hit it was still very disappointing. gotta decide now if i want to appeal because the chances are the slimmest of slim and i might be chasing something that wasnt meant for me. this whole university application process has left me trying my best many times but not achieveing the results. j-j-j-jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, smu or nus econs. initially i was more inclined to smu, but after talking to people, nus seems better. well, we'll see over the next few days! maybe taking econs would work out better for me in the future, just that i wouldnt know it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is going to be a busy week! the past two weeks were really slack and quiet. meeting up with theo (Finally :D), bcme going to ps cafe at paragon to visit tis who is waitressing! hahaha everyone go visit tis! training, church, catechist conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i watched Wolverine last week. first action hero show ive watched besides spiderman! hahaha. everyone tells me its a crime not to have watched Batman, or Lord of the Rings. Angels and Demons up next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more songs in my ipod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead everyone, in school, at work or just slacking around (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3538881245863336931?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3538881245863336931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3538881245863336931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3538881245863336931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3538881245863336931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-many-days-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6013856333460323146</id><published>2009-04-29T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:58:20.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a really cute boss who texts me:&lt;br /&gt;'Kris kris kris all the way! Haha =p'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a common love for reality tv! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GLADD: CONGRATULATIONS! I'M REALLY PROUD AND HAPPY FOR YOU :D NOW CAN WE PLAN OUR TRIP PLEASE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-6013856333460323146?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6013856333460323146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6013856333460323146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6013856333460323146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6013856333460323146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-really-cute-boss-who-texts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3186617151854742701</id><published>2009-04-26T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:37:02.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at coffee bean,&lt;br /&gt;hearing the whirring of coffee machines&lt;br /&gt;consersations floating left right around me&lt;br /&gt;people staying going in out&lt;br /&gt;I take it all in&lt;br /&gt;and yet i'm not really processing -&lt;br /&gt;just counting down the minutes and trying not to think of what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;and really looking forward to the relief that comes after what lies ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3186617151854742701?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3186617151854742701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3186617151854742701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3186617151854742701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3186617151854742701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sitting-at-coffee-bean-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-9064372234747705344</id><published>2009-04-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:54:41.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm on a rollar coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first test, I thought the door had slammed shut.&lt;br /&gt;Then hope when nina got shortlisted, and lost hope when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;After the second one, I was sure the door had slammed shut and locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said yesterday - I'd given up on that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I got my chance, a shot at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel. I don't want to get my hopes up and have it all come crashing down. I think sometimes things work in funny ways. Getting shortlisted so late, maybe its a chance for me to better prepare myself going for other interviews, time for me to figure out if its what I really want. And like nina said, a time for me to strengthen my faith in God. To trust and listen, because after all, He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, my friend is going to get her pay increased to $80 a day while I'm still stuck at the same pay because she has accepted her uni course! And it doesn't look like mine's going to confirmed anytime soon! :/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-9064372234747705344?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9064372234747705344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=9064372234747705344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/9064372234747705344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/9064372234747705344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-im-on-rollar-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-9158560273386076636</id><published>2009-04-09T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:40:25.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like&lt;br /&gt;lying on my back and staring up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;walking the tree top walk&lt;br /&gt;flying a kite&lt;br /&gt;feeling the wind against my face, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or getting on tis's hot air balloon and riding away... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-9158560273386076636?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9158560273386076636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=9158560273386076636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/9158560273386076636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/9158560273386076636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-now-i-feel-like-lying-on-my-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4319684205863984303</id><published>2009-04-04T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:45:48.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;One time too many. But yet everyday I'm hoping, wishing, praying. You know its absurd when I'm holding my breath and hoping that all turns out fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am still scared, but more so helpless and useless when all i can do is just scream 'stop it' in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I would think that I would have gotten immune to it? Desensitised? But no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont want to lose this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one more wish, one more prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4319684205863984303?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4319684205863984303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4319684205863984303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4319684205863984303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4319684205863984303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-time-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-522705306289685616</id><published>2009-03-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:21:25.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Submitted all applications that requires essay! It was a big relief dropping off the last document at nus. But now comes the waiting part, which is actually quite as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been quite horrible. To question what i really want, dealing with my horrible essay writing skills,and also having to grapple with the fact that i'm probably not good enough, results and others-wise, and yet still spending so much time and effort on applications, is all really quite demoralising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank charmaine for her help and nina for talking though (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought, to get what i want, i'm going to give it my best shot, and even if i dont get in, at least i know that i gave myself the chance to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Cabbed to NKF from work, bused/trained to orchard, bused to school, bused to church, bused/trained to clementi, bused to nus then home = seriously depleted finances! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I got merit for grade 8 piano! :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-522705306289685616?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/522705306289685616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=522705306289685616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/522705306289685616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/522705306289685616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8223737663230774958</id><published>2009-03-04T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:11:40.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sa6osCFVySI/AAAAAAAAACE/EGRZcSAfh9U/s1600-h/IMG_2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sa6osCFVySI/AAAAAAAAACE/EGRZcSAfh9U/s320/IMG_2962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309366485143374114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sa6oBnL800I/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2pssiHOJeQ/s1600-h/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sa6oBnL800I/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2pssiHOJeQ/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309365756368835394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day dora and I walked to nearby pasir ris from choa chu kang to buy tau hui. HAHAHA. still believing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited mer at indochine, looking so pretty and cute in her uniform! :D :D And annoyed jared on the phone, and played cowabung (whats the name!!) on the pretty itouch and I owned her at the bomb game. And ate fried wontons and splurged on starbucks. And talked till we drifted off to sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the day of piano exam. which went horribly wobbly beacuse I had mental block at the start of scales, that the examiner had to move on after several feeble and unsuccessful attempts by me to complete the scale. I was dreading that and it happened. Bad start, tried to calm myself down, didnt really work. stumbled during pieces. I just hope i did well enough for the pieces to pass overall =/ felt so down after that but theo cheered me up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day at work at smc, left aps last fri. Its been interesting yet boring sometimes. I'm working in the complaints department, been reading up case files about complaints against doctors and moral and ethical guidelines, which get boring after awhile. Havent been doing much other than that cos we've still got a lot of procedures to learn. Glad that there's another temp girl who started on monday too and she's pretty nice (: the people there are nice too and most are rather young. today we spent more than 3 hours on our feet preparing, filing, photocopying meeting stuff!! will not wear heels to work anymore :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Gladdd, today at lunch i think my colleagues were talking about your auntie. "Small sized but eat a lot...." HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8223737663230774958?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8223737663230774958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8223737663230774958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8223737663230774958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8223737663230774958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-dora-and-i-walked-to-nearby-pasir.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/Sa6osCFVySI/AAAAAAAAACE/EGRZcSAfh9U/s72-c/IMG_2962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-7059042469694449138</id><published>2009-02-24T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:34:08.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The piano exam is in a week a week a week! There are so many parts where I have been stumbling/cannot not stumble and will stumble during the exam /:/:/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've finally found a new job! Starting next monday. Thankyou gladd I know I owe you a treat! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-7059042469694449138?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7059042469694449138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=7059042469694449138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7059042469694449138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/7059042469694449138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/piano-exam-is-in-week-week-week-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8604472852055728969</id><published>2009-02-20T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:59:50.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last tues, I met up with chung, pet and litang. With the exception of chung whom I see in church every sunday, I havent talked to pet and litang since sec 1/pri 6 (?)! :O  Had crystal jade, talked about our classmates and laughed about people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I met up with nat sun, nat pua, nic and val, whom I havent seen since sec 2. nat nat nic (: the sec 1 photo where only nic looks nice. but she's gone back to aussie ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, I met up with toot, fart, pig and moon! They all have weird names, I know (and actually they're weird in real life too heh heh, and I wont mention my weird name) but they are the friends that made my two years in stnicks. Talking to them, I just felt that comfortable feeling again, like how it was 4 years ago (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, last week was like 'catching up with old friends' week. I had my reservations, but they were uncalled for i guess. It was good catching up with them and relieving the old times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of all that feasting, I am currently very very very broke. And the secretary forgot about my pay today! But luckily my boss remembered and and I will get it slightly late. Havent told them about stopping though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think/decide/think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8604472852055728969?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8604472852055728969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8604472852055728969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8604472852055728969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8604472852055728969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-tues-i-met-up-with-chung-pet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5198206943928231473</id><published>2009-02-09T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:08:56.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I met up with my friends, and they reminded me all the more, of why I love them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300830546937167218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SZBVTCS6vXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JPyuiDJ2mQI/s320/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The team! All of us together again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1st full girls outing &lt;/p&gt;- 1st girls outing to sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- 2 games played - ultimate frisbee and captain's ball ( which was a blast and super super tiring sprinting back and forth on the sand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- 3 ways of choosing team - all whites/coloured shirts, left/right rower, open numbers&lt;br /&gt;- hungry girls and our very own pinic which all of us contributed to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- syl's apple strudel, samirah's beehoon, delle's cupcakes and rolls, lumpy's potato salad, theo's chocolate cookies, nina's parmesan chicken, jumpy's chicken and beehoon, xiaoting's drinks, my jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- food, fun, friends - 'nuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- syl having selective hearing, many times making a comment about something which was mentioned by someone else just before (Eg. 'Lets play captain's ball!' starts discussion which syl contributes as well. moments later, syl goes 'Eh, lets play captain's ball!')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- playing gin rummy in half light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- the sound of the waves crashing and the lights at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a great time and i'm so glad all of us manage to get together for once. I have beautiful friends and i love them (: As nina said, See us soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300829861928980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SZBUrKcPTsI/AAAAAAAAABs/OPfSPx-TNsg/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; BCME &amp;amp; Jo @ theMINDcafe, clarke quay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When i'm with them, laughter doesnt cease. We laughed so much, most of the time at the stupid-est of things, and made so much noise. We talked, we shared about our lives and experiences, we caught up with one another. We played 'Would you rather' and 'Fish Eat Fish'. We fought each other with fishes, octapus and sharks. We found things out about each other. Like how Jo would rather only hear silence then be able to hear strange noises, how Gladd would rather sleep on hard floor then crawl through mud and dirt, how Mer would rather be stuck in ice than in rubber, how Tis would rather hang from a cliff while being tied by a rope with her own knot then a rope with a knot tied by a boy scout with a certificate, how I would rather be 6ft and ugly than 3ft and pretty. To sum it all, We loved our company (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a week where I met up with friends that I'm close to. This week will be a week where I meet up with friends I havent met in a long long time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5198206943928231473?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5198206943928231473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5198206943928231473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5198206943928231473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5198206943928231473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-i-met-up-with-my-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SZBVTCS6vXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JPyuiDJ2mQI/s72-c/IMG_2630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-2029874561090626640</id><published>2009-02-09T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:28:16.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;    "Have I told you about the tension of opposites?" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension of opposites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you. yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which side wins, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which side wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love wins. Love always wins."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-2029874561090626640?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2029874561090626640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=2029874561090626640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/2029874561090626640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/2029874561090626640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-i-told-you-about-tension-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5180156899263010494</id><published>2009-02-03T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:04:31.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 53 flamingos in the picture across the desk that is not my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, patience is a virtue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5180156899263010494?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5180156899263010494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5180156899263010494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5180156899263010494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5180156899263010494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-53-flamingos-in-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1482093563671672734</id><published>2009-01-30T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:04:40.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I felt what outsiders (not nj students) must have felt when they saw nj kids climbing over the fence. It wasn't a very pretty sight seeing a girl hold her skirt while squeezing under the gate and many guys jumped over. Because it was very crowded, my bus stayed at the bus stop for quite some time, so by the time it went off, most people on the bus had started staring at those kids. Most, I noted had rather stunned looks on their faces. The other students just looked amused. Aha. In my 4 years in nj, I've only climbed the gate once, and it was the tennis courts gate. Very stupid though, the outside gate was locked too! And we - theo, tim and I didnt dare risk climbing across the main road gate for fear of the uncle, so we had to climb back across the gate leading to the parade square! And we narrowly missed mr yong seeing us. Sigh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, being the last weekday being unemployed (I start work on monday! Finally.) and after hermitting at home for the past 3 days, toot and I had a rather impromptu movie plus time to catch up :D  Caught bride wars, a show about best friends, with my best friend :D Quite a sweet show and I love Anne Hathaway. Kate Hudson just looked old with her long hair and bangs. It started us talking about dating and marriage ...and toot! You know what you have to do in 2 years time! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1482093563671672734?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1482093563671672734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1482093563671672734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1482093563671672734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1482093563671672734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-felt-what-outsiders-not-nj.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5609541426339358220</id><published>2009-01-29T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:36:59.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet comforts</title><content type='html'>New grey skin! Grey is not that boring after all, after spending the past 4 years in grey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacking on kuei pie tee and mr bean chocolate in the middle of  the night is not good. Time for a run tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, food and music and quietness.&lt;br /&gt;I like (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5609541426339358220?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5609541426339358220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5609541426339358220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5609541426339358220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5609541426339358220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-comforts.html' title='Quiet comforts'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5413857768269410151</id><published>2009-01-28T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:05:08.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFaXe-8OlI/AAAAAAAAABE/xNOg3MdHvjw/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296613996264962642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFaXe-8OlI/AAAAAAAAABE/xNOg3MdHvjw/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There. The plant that my mum grows every chinese new year, only this time 2 sprouted shoots and leaves fast enough. The rest are still taking their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy chinese new year everyone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cny was not much different from the previous years. Reunion dinner at a restaurant, gathering at my auntie's house on the 1st, gathering at po po's house on 2nd morn, spending the whole day together, this year all of us cousins finally visited my gu po's house (normally only the adults go), then dinner at my 5th aunt's house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296618041724811090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFeC9fut1I/AAAAAAAAABM/gnk683sb_iI/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All the cousins with our gu po. I love the colours in this photo cos everyone's in some shade of red/pink/purple (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296618045764243842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFeDMizkYI/AAAAAAAAABU/Szl0r-ayXMw/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The small ones are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296618052690899554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFeDmWP8mI/AAAAAAAAABc/IN4vA2gE_0k/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We discovered photos! Thats my grandparents, and my aunties. My mum's the tallest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296618056179825682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFeDzWEvBI/AAAAAAAAABk/I5ZjRujURxc/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice hair cut mummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cny was great, the meetups, lots of really good food and ang pows (: At least I had a reason to stuff down all the pineapple tarts, bah kwas and chocolates! But now that cny is over, and i'm still popping pineapple tarts into my mouth, I think I should stop soon.. Can no longer tell myself I'm just putting back the calories I lost while running on sunday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I ran about 13km on sunday. The ambitious me did so without building up distance before that and not running for more than a month. Furthermore, with delle and xiaoting! who are so so fit and run so fast. I was really dying hahaha... But running and completing a distance (not during the run though) is rather addictive, as delle said. Still completing a marathon is a whole different story!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5413857768269410151?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5413857768269410151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5413857768269410151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5413857768269410151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5413857768269410151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SYFaXe-8OlI/AAAAAAAAABE/xNOg3MdHvjw/s72-c/IMG_2431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4900081264669400475</id><published>2009-01-20T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:05:28.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fri&lt;br /&gt;(blank message from mum)&lt;br /&gt;my text: you sent me a blank message&lt;br /&gt;mum replied ages later: Yup I fell asleep while writing the earlier msg. Have fun and sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is always falling alseep! ( refer to previous post) hahaha! Had a wonderful sleepover with theo. I cant believe that was the first time I went to her house in the many years that we've been friends! watched 'something the Lord made', talked.. and woke up at 1 the next day. Pigs. To think we wanted to run to her club and swim on sat. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover at nina's house! This time with all the girls except samirah and jiamin. I got lost walking to nina's house and it was so scary I was panicking and I wanted to cry. I took 25 min when i could have taken 10... Had fun with the girls playing star wars monopoly which was confusing because of all the funny names and not so fun because I had no property. Watched our ultimate favourite 'The parent trap' next. Its really a show that I can watch many times over. Love it! Ordered mac twister fries in the middle of the night to satisfy our cravings. Theo xiaoting lumpy and I just had to have twister fries so we did, 1 large fries each! Trying to ignore how much oil and fats we put into our bodies.. We then proceeded back up and fell asleep at varying times. I love the girls! Hanging out with them and having fun (: (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293419757882033762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SXYBOVuXxmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aG84IKVHQxM/s320/s619061403_1372920_9893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nina's really cool room where we have our sleepovers. It has a drumset, is soundproof, cosy and big enough for all of us! (sorry picture is from facebook, thus the size)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole afternoon baking pineapple tarts! Hahahah. They are quite a failure, I'm sad to say. I'm kinda blaming the recipe, it was so lousy, didnt state the amount of time needed to heat, how to deal with the pineapple etc.. Thus I came up with not really pineapple tarts looking things. But, I think they're still nice la... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues&lt;br /&gt;Finding a job is seriously so hard unless you've got parents, aunties, uncles etc who can help. Everywhere takes ages to respond. And most do not. In the end, my dad had to help me too. I still really want to work at the hospitals, though there's the 6 month contract..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today after the interview, I met up with theo for lunch at raffles to have lunch. The silly girl drew two maps of two different ways to walk from her office in tanjong pagar to raffles place to run the very many errands she has. Girls were giving out blister plasters which I gladly took after exclaiming 'oh yay plasters!' Probably the friendliest reponse they got from all the people hurrying past. My feet (in my mum's heels) were blistering and red by then. Met up with nina, ditched our be-proactive-and-ask-for-available-jobs-at-hospitals mission and headed back to nj to collect eagles and see the juniors. Saw the junior high uniform and I really dont like the double pleated skirt. Caught an ice cream with em than headed home. My bruised feet were dying to get out of those heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss being in school, miss having BCME moments, miss 05ip04, miss hanging out at the canoeing table (they always said it was a miracle when i did lol), miss training, miss being in the team. The only thing we had to worry about then was studies, training and the team (actually that is a lot to worry about). But this year's so uncertain, everything's so unexpected. I'm half scared, half excited, and the days are slipping past, too fast I really feel. Faith! Need to have faith and courage. And to stick to my new year resolution (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reading New Moon and listening to music (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4900081264669400475?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4900081264669400475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4900081264669400475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4900081264669400475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4900081264669400475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/fri-blank-message-from-mum-my-text-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SXYBOVuXxmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aG84IKVHQxM/s72-c/s619061403_1372920_9893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6326726073644259477</id><published>2009-01-02T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:47:57.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA my mum is super hilarious! She has let the movie '200 Pounds Beauty' play for 4 times, each time fully intending to stay awake to watch the whole movie, but she Never Does. She falls asleep after 10 mins or so. So its the 3rd time i'm watching the movie and hearing the songs. Its this korean movie about a girl who sings really well but she's a backstage singer cos she's too fat and ugly to appear on stage. (reminds me of the Beijing Olympics saga) She decides to undergo full body plastic surgery and comes out very much changed and prettier. So she sings on stage now, meets and likes a guy but she realises she's been deceiving herself and... the story's quite cliche from then on. Oh gosh mummy wake up and watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Its Hello to 2009, Goodbye to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing that hits is the paying of adult fare for transport. No more two beeps. So damn expensive! 9 dollars gone in two days. And i dont have the habit of tapping my card when i go down the bus, forgot twice already :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many new year resolutions this year. I dont think i ever keep them anyway. Besides, 2009 is really a year shrouded in uncertainty. A few though,&lt;br /&gt;1) To be punctual!&lt;br /&gt;2) To not procrastinate so much&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, to perhaps grow more in faith (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my dear friends, have a good year ahead! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is back! Finally all of us are here. Can't wait for dinner on the 8th (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-6326726073644259477?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6326726073644259477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6326726073644259477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6326726073644259477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6326726073644259477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahaha-my-mum-is-super-hilarious-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6556945933017071705</id><published>2008-12-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:13:28.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtQutW7ttI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g6CxqduObXA/s1600-h/best+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281403751402026706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtQutW7ttI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g6CxqduObXA/s320/best+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtQjkRyamI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OXwfS04RCx8/s1600-h/best+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a month since As ended, and life is finally slowing slowing down, like almost to a standstill. The first 2 weeks had been hectic, much time spent shopping for prom stuff, cycing from east coast to changi in the rain, shopping again, and squeezing in time to study for SATs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was prom itself. Our first prom ever (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparation for prom was quite horrible, the hours spent shopping, walking around, worrying about dresses, makeup, all for that 3 hours or so. Quite overrated. But the 3 hours were great, took lots of photos where everyone looked so beautiful. And jolynn will always be our prom queen even if she didnt win =D Post prom was spent at the esplanade by the singapore river with the class (and of course i didnt get drunk!) and we later squeezed 17 people into one hotel room, with people gambling through the night. It was quite a sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281392057614457394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtGGCmt2jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dLLqZDk6Bwg/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtFawKL2pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p-TGEAaZsik/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281391313928575634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtFawKL2pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p-TGEAaZsik/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCME and jo and celle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;05IP04, its been 4 years! Prom was certainly a night worth remembering for all the friendship and love (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend - Family chalet at aloha loyang (: From running around and playing with my little cousin, to night cycling, to bbq-ing for 2 nights, to just spending time with them, was really nice. It was short but nonetheless good time spent (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So life's been okay. I love spending time with my friends but i love spending time at home too. Days at home where i can enjoy the leisurely pace of life, wake up late, play the piano, read, watch tv. Days like today when its raining and and i'll enjoy a cup of hot chocolate and read 'A million little things'. Sometimes i just love being by myself haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming! It's in less than a week's time and as usual, i havent done any christmas stuff. Christmas's my favourite time of the year (: It's gonna be hectic again! Lots of things planned. OIC, christmas shopping, tennis and baking with em, ning and may, team christmas party, class christmas party, KL shopping trip with ning and may. I'm excited! hopefully, i can meet up with nat and chung and people i havent met up with in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3!&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/13111490-6556945933017071705?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6556945933017071705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6556945933017071705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6556945933017071705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6556945933017071705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-3-its-been-month-since-as-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_rdhVD0ULHmo/SUtQutW7ttI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g6CxqduObXA/s72-c/best+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4834344062429174808</id><published>2008-12-17T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:39:03.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello I haven't blogged in a million million years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of uploading and tagging photos on facebook :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-4834344062429174808?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4834344062429174808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=4834344062429174808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4834344062429174808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/4834344062429174808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-i-havent-blogged-in-million.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-593464786617426168</id><published>2008-07-24T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:44:45.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blog, I'm so sorry i abandoned you for the last half a year because i was busy rowing for my life and other things. I'm so sorry that someone so uncool had to hack into my account to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now for some REAL updates.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated the birthday of this really wonderful friend at crystal jade on 31st May. CME bought her a pink hello kitty balloon and she was overjoyed.  Yes yes, i know that this is seriously overdue but i really have to blog about how beautiful she looked in that dress we bought for her. Oh man... look! i think i can see a line of pilots waiting to be her boyfriend from where I'm sitting at the computer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I'm begining to love Bio more and more each day because my friend, Gladys, loves Bio so much she is making me want to do Bio for a career. Hmm. maybe i should be a doctor who specialises in asthetics so that can perform non invasive surgeries on my best friends for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee. off to study Bio. Love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHA. This again... is NOT NAT.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT from canoeing. But I'm not expressing my views on that CCA or Nat's CCA mates might come after me with their paddles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the most wonderful CCA in th world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the person who just blogged the other entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-593464786617426168?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/593464786617426168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=593464786617426168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/593464786617426168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/593464786617426168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-blog-im-so-sorry-i-abandoned-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1926468181191432814</id><published>2008-07-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:44:45.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody! (:&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, i haven't updated for like, half a year. I bet you guys thought that I died while trying to survive at njc. Anyway, alot of stuff happened and there's so much to say I dont know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;School has been bearable only because of BCME, canoeists, and a few certain other people (cough*lover*cough*boy*). Common Tests were horrible, and I've been so preoccupied training, studying, and trying not to mix my friends' names up. Do you know i called mer "nina" a thousand times already? and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during my birthday, my classmates gave me an amazing surprise that totally caught me off guard. Apparently BCME were in cahoots with my sister ( the one who looks exactly like me), and a few of them actually went to my house to surprise me after training. Although the surprise was kinda given away by Cherry and jo ( whom were both late trying to find my house lol), nevertheless, we still had a really great time (: My mom was the sweetest ever and cooked so much food for my friends.. pizza pasta chicken wings rice everything! We hung around, took loads of pictures, ate, watched high school musical and america's next top model, and cut the cake (: I swear friends are the best ever, gladys even bought a chocolate cake even though she wouldn't be able to eat it just because i liked the flavour. BCME gave me the traditional dress and accessories ( stay tuned for pictures of me in it! ), and it was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I want to do is just to focus on the dragonboat competition in penang, do well for prelims and ace A levels. I seriously cant wait for it to be over. Then BCME can just watch countless movies together, I can eat all the fried food and icecream I want, and I can start to really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;live my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, i bet you're wondering why I sound so weird, and not like my usual self in my previous posts. This is because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT NATALIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I am a smart super duper secretive person that has managed to guess her password to help her update her blog since she has not done it for half a year. But oh well, I'm sure she will totally agree with what I have written in this post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the question is..&lt;br /&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some 5 hints to help you come up with the answer&lt;br /&gt;1) I am from njc&lt;br /&gt;2)I am not a canoeist&lt;br /&gt;3)Nat loves ME the most&lt;br /&gt;4)Nat is actually sitting next to me right now&lt;br /&gt;5)my name starts with M and ends with ELISSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat the hot kahnoeist is the best!( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1926468181191432814?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1926468181191432814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1926468181191432814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1926468181191432814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1926468181191432814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-everybody-i-know-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1393361547286512646</id><published>2008-01-06T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:44:45.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s only the first week of school and I’m already so glad the weekend has arrived. Dislike how monotonous it all is, all the homework and tutorials. Dislike school. I kept falling asleep on Friday, try as hard as I could to stay awake. Even during the video during gp. If I made that a 2008 resolution, I would’ve already broken it on the first day of school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally submitted the SSEF report. Temporary relief before doing the poster stuff and oral presentation. This whole research thing is not going to work out. I don’t even feel happy that it’s finally submitted. Because I want to do more with my project but don’t know how to. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my teachers this year are okay. I got mr tan for math with jolynn and mrs tan for gp with jo. I’m so gonna die for gp. Haha. This whole year seems like it’s gonna zoom past so fast. Countless canoeing and dragon boat competitions in between, common tests, prelims and the big A’s being brought forward. And yet the everyday process is going to be slow and painful. It’s awful, but I know how important this year is. And I’m gonna try my hardest to put in my best effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCME 2008 resolution!&lt;br /&gt;Not to be late for any lessons/lectures :D&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, we'll keep it!&lt;br /&gt;They have made school so much more bearable &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1393361547286512646?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1393361547286512646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1393361547286512646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1393361547286512646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1393361547286512646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-only-first-week-of-school-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1461237356341848741</id><published>2007-11-25T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:36:54.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember pe and basketball pe where you were so nice and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;I remember dragon boat competitions, especially master series, you and the mountbatten team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding on to that glimpse of hope that he would be still be alive, hanging on somewhere… Its cruel how someone’s life can be taken away so unexpectedly and so fast. Even proper goodbyes aren’t enough, now even without one… and it just reminds us how fragile life is. Treasure the people around us, live each day like our last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mr loh, thank you for your dedication, you’ll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will all be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mer, tis, glad and jolynn who are so concerned about me going penang, don’t worry. I’ll take care. Thanks girls, love you all loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as God takes away lives, he creates them too. I’m going to have another cousin! The news was so unexpected cos my cousin’s (who’s mum is pregnant) is gonna be 18 when the baby is born. The baby’s gonna be a June baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sam’s gonna be back in a few hours time. After 10 days of peace and quiet, the house’s gonna be noisy again! Oh well, but I’m glad he’s back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday EM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday nat !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1461237356341848741?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1461237356341848741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1461237356341848741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1461237356341848741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1461237356341848741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-remember-pe-and-basketball-pe-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5444931523814042555</id><published>2007-11-06T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:09:06.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos have long since been over. Results were not too bad. Bio - up by 1 grade. Chem, math, econs - up by 3 grades. Gp - maintain. My bio still sucks though. PW's finally over too! The whole process wasnt all that bad, but to finally stop preparing for op is a big relieve. Good job to my groupmates - jolynn, sam, tony! Op didnt go too well, but heck, its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the feeling of getting my life back on track has increasingly started to bug me. Not that i have been going wild and having a lot of fun. In fact, the only thing i can remember doing is training, having (not so successful) study sessions, watching prison break. Been going for research but i dont know what's gonna be the outcome of it. Yes. How can i not have gone shopping! Anyway, its time to start clearing homework and mugging again. I finally cleared my table of all the loose papers left from the pre-promos period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for my friends, people who keep me going. Like bcme, when we get together more often than not, there's craziness, laughter and stupid stuff. Jolynn the pig (haha! sorry!), Jo the wonderful girlfriend, Yingting the sweet one who's actually not so sweet ;p Mel.. who's just beautiful the way she is (: fangxiuyi the best friend! and all the junior girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's hangout at settlers was fun. Throughout the short time we had, gladd just kept shrieking away because her psychomotor skills were so lousy and she kept losing. I mean really loud, high pitched shrieking. Jolynn snorted once and the guy heard her. Gawd. As usual, there was a lot of laughter and fun (: We should really go this again, when i can make it on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day that started at 6am and hasnt ended yet at 1am. Off to sleep, another long research day awaits me. I hope i can stay stay stay over over over!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5444931523814042555?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5444931523814042555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5444931523814042555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5444931523814042555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5444931523814042555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/promos-have-long-since-been-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3161817414943553246</id><published>2007-10-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:06:58.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five loaves and two fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A little boy of thirteen was on his way to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He heard a crowd of people laughing and he went to take a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thousands were listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the stories of one man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He spoke with such wisdom, even the kids could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hours passed so quickly, the day turned into night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone was hungry but there was no food in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The boy looked in his lunchbox, at the little he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He wasn't sure what good it'd do, there were thousands to be fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But he saw the twinkling eyes of Jesus, the kindness in His smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the boy cried out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With the trust of a child, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do with it as You will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can use it all to feed them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I often think about that boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm feeling small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I worry that the work I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But every single tear I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is a diamond in His hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And every door that slams in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will offer up in prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'll give You every breath I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Lord, You can work miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All You need is my "Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do with it as You will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take my fears and my inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can use it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope it's not too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do with it as You will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take my fears and my inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can use it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No gift is too small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love this song. em said they played it on the organ in church today. i missed church and class today again. met up with chung after that to plan next week's lesson, which i wont be there for again because of river regatta. sorry chung! but we had fun though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's missing church three weeks in a row. but there'll be mass thurs for all saints day (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;during mass i can just seem to let everything go, well almost, and i love that (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3161817414943553246?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3161817414943553246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3161817414943553246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3161817414943553246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3161817414943553246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/10/five-loaves-and-two-fishes-little-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1131787530861559759</id><published>2007-10-07T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T06:33:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of sunsets and car crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get a livejournal&lt;br /&gt;so i can lock my entries&lt;br /&gt;and stop writing them and not posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i signed up for visual arts ministry with chung. i hope they dont make me dance.&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair but its still too long.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike today.&lt;br /&gt;hate is a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive 77 times.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1131787530861559759?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-497809330691158892</id><published>2007-09-02T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:11:57.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEEN MER DARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;eelinda/esmeralda/ezlinder, i still love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;treat macklaukin's well! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know what i want. Right now, i'm just running away. Running away like i always do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You aren't making it any better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And sometimes i wonder, is it worth so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-497809330691158892?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/497809330691158892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=497809330691158892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/497809330691158892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/497809330691158892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-seventeen-mer-darl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5831499502961607488</id><published>2007-08-23T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:57:29.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day mer surprised us with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 box of CocoPops, 2 Julie biscuits, 1 Kinder Bueno, 1 (rectangular century) Fruitella, 1 Natural Valley bar, 4 Fox sweets. Stickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make my day&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5831499502961607488?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5831499502961607488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5831499502961607488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5831499502961607488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5831499502961607488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-mer-surprised-us-with-1-box-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-169746123748343519</id><published>2007-08-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:19:37.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*taught a sunday school lesson for the first time;&lt;br /&gt;*plastered a smile on my face and repeated 'Hi do you want to donate..' a thousand and two times during street sales;&lt;br /&gt;*queued one hour for donut factory donuts while mugging chem entrophy;&lt;br /&gt;*tasted my first donut factory donut;&lt;br /&gt;*havent finished integration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr my legs are aching after walking/standing for 6 hours! and i can't do integration /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can hear the pitter-patter of&lt;br /&gt;see the free-falling&lt;br /&gt;taste (if i want to)&lt;br /&gt;breathe in the&lt;br /&gt;rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-169746123748343519?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/169746123748343519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=169746123748343519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/169746123748343519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/169746123748343519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-can-feel-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6842821185500020092</id><published>2007-08-01T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:22:37.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took a long break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a lot to say, didn’t know how to say it, no time to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nationals 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A race to remember;&lt;br /&gt;Every stroke was hard, as I tried to pull away, catch up catch up catch up.&lt;br /&gt;But not one to harp on;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to be so much better than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the senior team, especially the girls, you have showed me how to be a great team, to be disciplined when need be, self-motivated and wanting to constantly improve. There were tough times, many, but everyone stuck together. Batches have come and gone, but I guess I’m closest to this girls’ team. Training with you girls really thought me a lot about courage and heart and fighting spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved k1 girls – sze, su, dee (ex but still one!) and xiaoting, I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you for all the encouragement, be it during training or the messages, you girls always believed in me and told me I could do it, even when sometimes, I felt that I would never be able to catch up and I didn’t believe in myself. I miss training with you all, certainly. To xiaoting, we still have a long way ahead! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s 2007,&lt;br /&gt;2008’s race has already started.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we’ll step up as a senior team, face all the challenges, and most importantly, stick together as a team.&lt;br /&gt;Go Njcanoeing 07/08 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Common test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were horrible. Really need to pull up my socks, way, way high! Yikes not much time left to promo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mr Yong’s been there, done that. He conquered Death Valley, something so unimaginably conquerable, with its 50 + degrees temperature, mountains and the distance. But I never doubted that he wouldn’t be able to complete the run. Ordinary people can complete extraordinary things, with an extraordinary heart! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-6842821185500020092?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6842821185500020092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6842821185500020092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6842821185500020092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6842821185500020092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-took-long-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-4674409825004187676</id><published>2007-06-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:40:55.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, i'm home alone today for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's gone over for the family chalet, which i'm missing for the most part because of trng and study. but i'll be joining you guys soon i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's damn nice, she left barley, fruits, swiss rolls and custard puffs in the fridge for me for breakfast and so i wont starve. food for tmr's study session. hahah. i need to get all the alarm clocks i can get my hands on so i wont wake up late tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm seventeen!&lt;br /&gt;even though 12june was spent in sch studying, at ntu meeing my mentor and at macr trng (i know its sad), it was a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the messages, wishes, presents and cakes everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;hahah the whole day spent with canoeing teamies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday too victor!&lt;br /&gt;and szeeee, one of my dearest k1 partner, your birthday's in 18 min, as im typing this (:&lt;br /&gt;ahah! i hope you like your presents sze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at topshop i laughed till my sides ached. it was so hilarious. i love bee gill and theo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smilesmile hi theo &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm gonna do some bio and i'm off to sleep! can't risk getting up late tmr. so so so screwed for cts. boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-8196257759879239751</id><published>2007-05-30T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:05:31.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today after the longlong training, i rushed to gladeez's house for her surprise birthday celebration but missed the surprise because i got lost trying to get to her house AGAIN (first time was in hougang). im so unfamiliar with the north-east side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm lost. shit super ulu, i just walked into a couple seriously making out, i cant get a cab and i just saw lightning. jeez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was at 830 to mer. the place had no signs at all. it was before the industrial area that bus93 goes past :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally made it close to 9, and the highlight (of surprising gladys and seeing her go ohmygod so many times, according to mer and which was over by then) was.. finding out how the surprise went and eating. i was starving by then. they thought i could eat half a pizza plus 2 slices since i was a canoeist. that made around 7 pieces. crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gladeez i hope you loved the surprise! and your Pink Furry Hello Kitty. the most &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and unconventional friend ever, but nontheless the best! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyways, im drained.&lt;br /&gt;my body's dying. today's sprints were rather bad.&lt;br /&gt;common nat, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;remember, row with lion hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i cant think properly but i need to get econs va done. gahhh. sorry jess. my thoughts started drifting to canoeing again and how the past two years plus have been. im only threequarters through now. note to self: do a reflection before nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn econsss :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep holding on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cos it means SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-8196257759879239751?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8196257759879239751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=8196257759879239751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8196257759879239751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/8196257759879239751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-after-longlong-training-i-rushed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-6199674800842268829</id><published>2007-05-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:09:43.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its the last day of term 2/first day of holidays, but it doesnt make much of a difference because the holidays will be a daily routine of morning training, study session, water training, study, sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nationals are in 46 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the time i havent updated, i remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;laughing really really really hard continuously with tis one day in class for about an hour. the laughing gas really hit us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;getting lost at hougang. i called tis (hougang person) but she didnt answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;celebrating lots of birthdays (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rowing in National Junior Canoeing Championships and National Women Kayaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;posing with the Red Bulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lots of sprinting, having timetrials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh someone stole belongings from the St. Claire hall in church. including Em's. so her phone and wallet was stolen plus 8 other people's stuff. what audacity. i hope he gets caught soon. he was stupid enough to get caught on the cctv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tmr's Aristal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go tis, yingting, mel, clar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sexayeee babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emily Jillian Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy confirmation! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh man i really hope i can rush from church to ngee ann in time tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-6199674800842268829?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6199674800842268829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=6199674800842268829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6199674800842268829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/6199674800842268829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-741528603221457954</id><published>2007-04-18T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:01:58.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you bestfriend, you're awesomely awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day with you girls today (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-741528603221457954?l=natsays.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-5191015094969233938</id><published>2007-04-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:10:08.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im such a total klutz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today, i almost fell 3 times and succeeded in doing so once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first time was before assembly. we were walking to the parade square when the bell rang so i made a dash for 04's line before 'maktab' and i ran straight onto this slippery patch of mud/water. i wobbled and kinda skidded but luckily i didnt fall. embarrassing enough though cos everyone was there. now i know why nobody was standing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;second time, i fell at macR onto the mud cos my slipper got stuck. and it splattered all over my shoebag and bag! argh. and i almost fell twice again while rushing for piano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it must be because its Friday the Thirteenth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday, day before friday the thirteenth, it was pouring after trng. while standing at the coro bus stop talking to melody, this bus goes by and splash! mel and i are all wet from the bottom half down. rahh. we got all the water cos we were standing closest to the road. haha actually it was worse for mel cos i was already kinda wet from sharing an umbrella with gill and meixin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its the end of a long school week and the start of a short weekend. snap your fingers and it'll be sunday night and i'll be rushing for time. trng's really draining now, but at the same time satisfiying. all the negative splits running, farkleg, sprints on alternative days! love training with the k1 girls - sze, dee, su. thanks for all the encouragement (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in lt1, during bio lect (or was it chem?),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gladys is sitting between tis and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;glad: tis... [turns left to look at tis and finds her sleeping]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;glad: nat... [turns right to look at nat and also finds her sleeping]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gladys gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im so glad i have my bcme mates who keep me sane. tis for never failing to make me laugh, mer for never failing to make me smile, gladys for never failing to make me pissed/irritated/smile with all her stupid comments and actions (gladys the new social butterfly. hahaha where's social moth!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont like miss hedgehog though :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Napfa, 5 items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6th day of trng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;getting team bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rebracing (hoho im a bad girl i didnt wear my retainers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;......... never ending pile of homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;try to have a good weekend! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-5191015094969233938?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5191015094969233938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=5191015094969233938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5191015094969233938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/5191015094969233938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-such-total-klutz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-1945091184155992290</id><published>2007-03-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:13:11.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m hearing &lt;em&gt;tears and rain by james blunt&lt;/em&gt; over and over again. It’s a really nice song, thanks tis (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a mini birthday celebration for jolynn! The poor girl had leadership symposium the whole day on her birthday. So we decided to get her a cake and surprise her in the morn before she had to zoom off to some ministry thing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jolynn!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even though you are damn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; sometimes &amp;amp; you love to take off your shoes, I love you to bits! Stay funkaye babe. Your birthday’s not on the 31st! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics! I want to watch! Hey mer, we must keep our loser-watch-a-movie-alone date okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gosh, gladys's blog is darn funny! hahaha go visit, people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zh, gladd !!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-1945091184155992290?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1945091184155992290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=1945091184155992290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1945091184155992290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/1945091184155992290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-hearing-tears-and-rain-by-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-3932812588862660451</id><published>2007-02-25T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:08:05.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The piano teacher has commented once again that canoeing is affecting my playing becuase its giving me too much strength. i'm playing, banging whatever too hard and she goes 'everytime you play, i fear that my piano will break'. and she asked if i use my left hand more in canoeing because my left hand is so strong now when it used to be weak. but no, of course not, so her arguement is flawed! it used to be amusing sitting there and hearing her go on but now its becoming very frustrating because i.cant.get.it.right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i need to stick to my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer! practice hard, dont ever give up and dont put yourself down. you may think all is lost, but giving your heart and soul is of utmost importance now. we'll be behind you all the way! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make myself pretty and take passport sized photos for the Perlis trip. my mum just added three new Za products to my ever increasing collection of skin products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Tanweiliang, the beloved ct rep who made me house affliated, and Kien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's passing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the end of term 1 is only two weeks away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-3932812588862660451?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3932812588862660451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=3932812588862660451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3932812588862660451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/3932812588862660451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/piano-teacher-has-commented-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-9201746503570258774</id><published>2007-02-18T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:46:02.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boo yall. its been more than a month of hiatus, during which i really didnt feel like blogging. its mid-feb! gosh so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay i got an a1 for malay third lang! the four years werent wasted. many thanks to cikgu artina! seriously, if we were still under cikgu M (which we were for the first half of ip1), i think my standard would have gone no where. mum's asking me to continue with malay outside of school. hcl was pretty average, b3. cherry came back to collect her results! but then she had to leave after lunch cos she had to go back for detention. -.- cherry dear, wake up earlier! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so so happy for farrica koh! top scorer in stnicks, im so proud of you (= congrats to the so many people who did so well! to theo (hahaha t***t, rmbr ystd's late night msg?), dont worry so much for now yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14 feb came and went. happy valentine's day to all you lovely people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thank you for all the chocolates, sweets, flowers, messages. i feel blessed to have you guys with me, esp people like gladd, mer, tis, jolynn, jo, ting, mel, jun, theo. the guys team were the sweetest. they actually bought caifan and ribena and made coupons for us to claim (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the send-a-flower-to-your-friend thing was lousy. cherry, val and chung didnt receive the flowers we sent them! rahh waste of money. still, much love, and a Happy Seventeenth Birthday Val!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need to do econs essay! and sleep, if not tonight my eyes will be constantly closing. oh man, i dont think i'll be able to keep my dates for tues with the amount of homework undone ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy seventeenth birthday lou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-sizzles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy chinese new year everyone (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-9201746503570258774?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9201746503570258774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=9201746503570258774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/9201746503570258774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/9201746503570258774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116879148712117659</id><published>2007-01-14T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:30:48.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;orientation's over ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it wasnt as fun as i'd expected, or heard but i guess it was because it was the second orientation and 04 wasnt together. 04 really rocks my socks. we get high when we're together and its just so much fun. didnt really bond much with og 3 cos sam and jade were Mia and so i was kinda lost. hah. 0g 3's cheer rawkzz! sung to the tune of tokyo drift, made up by none other than, mr tan wei! its way better than 04's NSEW cheer. &lt;em&gt;fast and furious, S01! fast and furious, S01!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yingting found herself a stalker during orientation. hahaha! he's damn freaky and goes by the name of pwn u (phoon yu). oh my gosh throughout dance party, he kept following yingting and us around. so we kept running away from him, yingting especially. hilarious. but yingting was chased by him and the poor girl was so freaked out. he goes: &lt;em&gt;i am on a top secret mission. &lt;/em&gt;i say: i, pwn u! :{}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dance party was prob the best part of orientation and everyone got really high. even gladys danced! haha. and people like jared and hengyang were actually dancing on stage when someone said he hated dancing (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this whole week has been packed. ate dinner at 10 plus for three consecutive nights, had church stuff, trng and of course, the vertical marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vertical marathon was good [[: its tough and there's so much ache when you run up the stairs. i especially hate the staircase from the hall down to the canteen. don't know why, but i find it very tiring! 3 hours of running up and down. but the sense of satisfaction after everything was really good. last year i ran a full marathon, this year, a vertical marathon. i'm just thinking about how much i hated running before joining canoeing&lt;/span&gt;. you hate what you suck most at doing. i still dont like running, but im okay with it now. thank you to all those who gave me encouragement along the way, i really appreciate it! and many people were surprisingly very generous when i went around with the donation tin on wed [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hah meixin, you suck ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday was Melissa Tee's seventeenth birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you so rock &amp; i lurbzxz euu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the food was good and your cupcakes were great, so dont worry. i hope you had a fabulous birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tmr will be the proper start of school where lectures and tutorials really start. so yea, go everyone, lets make the best of two years! hah JC 1, i feel so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; toot! your letter's really touching. dont worry about what youre worrying about now. tmr's a brand new week and the end of emo week! yea? im sure you'll be just fine (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sleep sleep sleep! (and dream of counting equipment and qm stuff)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:{}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116879148712117659?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116879148712117659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116879148712117659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116879148712117659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116879148712117659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientations-over-it-wasnt-as-fun-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116844315379984241</id><published>2007-01-10T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:32:33.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha my blog hasnt moved since goodness knows when!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i promise, mel and dead-person (i know who you are idiot) and whoever who reads this, that i'll update real soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know this isnt counted as a proper entry or even an improper one. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay enjoy orientation guys! only two more days left! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116844315379984241?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116844315379984241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116844315379984241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116844315379984241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116844315379984241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahaha-my-blog-hasnt-moved-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116645414540158302</id><published>2006-12-18T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:02:25.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello all, im back from Penang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i need all the rest i can have for my sorethroat and training tommorow, so another time yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohyea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fangxuiyi the best friend is coming to nj!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im so happy for you :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116645414540158302?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116645414540158302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116645414540158302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116645414540158302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116645414540158302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-all-im-back-from-penang-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116565297091172970</id><published>2006-12-09T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:29:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OUCH OUCH OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bathing is so torturous and slow. i had to bath with one hand most of the time and with one leg propped up on the below the sink. i put on a lousy plaster which sadly, wasnt waterproof. i hate canoeing blisters and abrasions. i hate torn skin, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, hongkong was good. even with all the eating, i didnt put on weight (: it must be all the walking. we walked A LOT. right now, im just waiting for ning to send us the photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhoh. its soon to be mid december. next week's penang trip, Yay. so that would leave me with roughly two weeks before year 2007 arrives. there's chem to be done, integration, xmas cards, on top of training. and i havent even met up with toot and gang or nat! grah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;something random, i was reading someone's blog about a dream the person had and realised that i havent had a dream for at least the past one month, maybe two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116565297091172970?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116565297091172970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116565297091172970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116565297091172970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116565297091172970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/12/ouch-ouch-ouch-bathing-is-so-torturous.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116473035080723885</id><published>2006-11-28T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:12:30.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alexandra hopital ground-breaking ceremony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now i know that when a ground-breaking ceremony takes place, it is meant literally. literally drilling a hole in the ground and not just some cut the red ribbons ceremony. flo owns franklin 10 ice kachangs! hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on another note, i cant believe corrine didnt know i was ip2 until one week ago! she thought i was j1. 10 months of being in the same team, haha corrine you are so smart(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm off to hongkong tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goodbye and have fun [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116473035080723885?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116473035080723885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116473035080723885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116473035080723885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116473035080723885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/alexandra-hopital-ground-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116455732375038153</id><published>2006-11-26T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T08:08:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Trumpy Comes Alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weekend was an awesome one, starting on friday night with the class dinner! actually only tis, mer, mel, jo, weiliang, colin, zhirong and me turned up. but still, it was funnn. dinner at imperial palace was a funny affair. after picture taking, we headed to mrs fields and then esplanade rooftop with the intention of scaring the couples up there. but too bad, we didnt see many. i can just about imagine tis and mel booing them (= we went to rocky master and sat around and then headed home. it was a good night with hilarious people like weiliang and colin. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on saturday, the big family had a bbq. this time it was more lively cos my cousins were back from studying for the o and a levels and everyone except may, who is studying for her uni exams, turned up. as usual, bridged.. and ate, since it was a bbq (i really tried to limit the amount of unhealthy food i consumed!). my two little cousins, 6 and 4 years, were really cute. they used to be 'enemies' cos they were always jealous of the attention the other gets. but that day, they became good friends and it was so so sweet to see them playing together (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today, mm i was really late for mass cos trng ended way late :/ trng on a sunday? yeah man. anyway, headed to orchard after lunch to get stuff for hongkong trip. &amp; yay i got what i wanted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3280/640/1600/497704/DSCF0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;other then this, i've been having trng on the three days mentioned above and will be having training until tues. that's five day in a row. go nat and everyone. wed, i'll be hk bound! im excited, but darn im so worried about my fitness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 mins to twelve, i plan to sleep before twelve and so i have less than 5 mins to slap cream on my face and go to sleep! gero discovered white spots/uneven tan on my face. NOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116455732375038153?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116455732375038153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116455732375038153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116455732375038153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116455732375038153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-trumpy-comes-alive-hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116426059509673776</id><published>2006-11-22T21:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:43:15.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 x 900?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i hate that nagging feeling of worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...unsettling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT :DDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you so&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116426059509673776?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116426059509673776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116426059509673776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116426059509673776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116426059509673776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/4-x-900-sucks_116426059509673776.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116369656944510996</id><published>2006-11-16T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:02:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday dear cherry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crashing your house was goodddd [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and really fattening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was actually the first time i attended a surprise something for someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;glad you didnt suspect a thing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we love you cherry! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday dearest EM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even though you're weird, i still love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muackzxx&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went out with my family to celebrate em's birthday and i bet i gained a significant amount of weight. oh my having two birthdays on consecutive days is really quite scary! &amp;  i actually fell asleep the moment i got home after the celebration dinner, and thus em couldnt cut the cake until one day later. great huh, i just plopped onto my bed and promptly fell asleep :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay. so far, my holidays have been training and study session every day. im getting really sick of the canteen and caifan. at least now study session has been cut to three days, so i can get some of my social life back. im gonna hit integration soon, next week and like revise chem cos there's really nothing else for me to do. i just hope i can make it for class outing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my eyelids are shutting on me, so bye and good morning to a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116369656944510996?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116369656944510996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116369656944510996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116369656944510996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116369656944510996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-dear-cherry-crashing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116256630504302217</id><published>2006-11-03T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:05:05.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YES I CAN FINALLY GO ONLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;couldnt go online for the past two weeks because both computers crashed. too many viruses and spyware. hurhur. luckily nothing was lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hcl o's are over. now there's malay left on the 1oth and 13th. been having a mini malay concentration camp this past week. its actually worse cos you cant really close your eyes for a moment/put your head down when there's only two other students and a teacher sitting across the table from you. but at least malay's more interesting (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday to lots of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YINGTING, jess, wilbert, dee, bridget....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;watched The Prestige with tis, jo, cherry, jolynn. really great movie! worthwhile to pay 7 bucks for. went for parachute band's concert with jun, jo, cherry &amp; it was really good too. the praising and all that Love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im missing 04....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bio physics bio physics bio bio bio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i guess i stuck with BCME in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116256630504302217?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116256630504302217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116256630504302217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116256630504302217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116256630504302217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-i-can-finally-go-online-couldnt-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-116075174541817647</id><published>2006-10-13T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:06:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There is a super strong correlation between MUGGING and GD RESULTS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, was found on Mr Tan's msn nickname.&lt;br /&gt;uhoh Mr tan, no way. the correlation is there but it isnt strong at all!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna fail p&amp;c, fail p&amp;amp;c, fail p&amp;c. i tell you, its a miracle if i pass. and i dont say im gonna fail for nothing!! gahhh so disappointing ):&lt;br /&gt;bye to free scoop or tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream too! ms selva was so kind to motivate us by promising us B&amp;J ice cream if all of us either got a B or A, but..but no way now, after the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh, but anyway, kick-ASS week is &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;! soon we can say byebye to ip2 life. that's so sad. when we go to ip3, it'll be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today gladd and i went out and had a nice day! great meal at cafe cartel, we spent over an hour eating and talking and eating (: and we saw a guy who had a blue balloon stuck to his zip or belt at something. and he was standing at one corner tugging and pulling at the string. imagine how funny that looked. haha. walked around and identified potential targets! but mmm, gotta bring our bankers along (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, are a bad bad friend. you are making me so worried and frustrated and all. how could you do that to me. leave me alone some more! :/ haha bad friend, im sure you know who you are if you read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Gerald!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a cool birthday, i hope you have a freaky one on Friday the Thirteenth!&lt;br /&gt;seeyou tmr, and dont laugh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i keep thinking about Freddy and Jason (the movie) and how someone, was it jolynn (?) acted it out when we played chrades in class! she pointed here and there but nobody could guess what it was. and after that she told us she was trying to make us guess the name Jason by pointing to 03, which was Jason Ho's class! hahaha hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok NJ Open House tmr!&lt;br /&gt;10 am - 3 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04 babes, we must have our date!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-116075174541817647?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116075174541817647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=116075174541817647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116075174541817647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/116075174541817647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-is-super-strong-correlation.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115903298162221683</id><published>2006-09-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:36:21.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our very last project over and done with. turned out pretty okay in the end. thank you to cherry, mer, jo (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll miss projects. they are part of what defines IP. really, the number of projects we have completed the past two years need many more than ten fingers to count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really enjoyed all the projects with all the different people ive worked with, especially with the Mulanese and Fiscal (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i revised bio today and found out that several questions which were easy, mer and i answered them wrongly. poof, there goes the hope of an A. so sorry mer :/ but taking the quiz with you was funny though :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love staying up till late in the night when im the only soul awake in the house. love feeling the quietness of the night (plus the occasional car; today there are a lot of cars!). and going about my own business (probabilty now, epps!), no distractions. love the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mum would kill me though, if she woke up now ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.s. guys (girls) on my tagboard, im really really glad, fortunate to have you all.. &amp;&amp;amp; i so dread next year :/ must make the most of our time after hcl o's! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115903298162221683?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115903298162221683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115903298162221683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115903298162221683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115903298162221683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-there-our-very-last-project-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115893009423217453</id><published>2006-09-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:01:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;spending 4 hours or so on an article evalutation, sleeping at 230 and today, finding out that i took an article that was wrong to start with, sucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss sn&lt;/em&gt;, more so after talking to lain during chinese today. both our blanks on our chinese paper were, well, blank. so were out brains. lain suddenly exclaimed about how come she didnt have any recollection of the chinese words at all even though it was only last year and she realised zhou laoshi was our teacher last year! that explains it, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's a record. i havent blogged in 2 weeks. no time, no life to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;back to that article evalutation. i can't even find an article :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fiscal, fiscal, where art thou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HEY Sex (y)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what's up with Hot, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fat. &lt;em&gt;phat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115893009423217453?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115893009423217453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115893009423217453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115893009423217453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115893009423217453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/09/spending-4-hours-or-so-on-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115770278253130727</id><published>2006-09-08T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:06:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy belated birthday Mer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you're sixteen, pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm sure you'll look FAB in your bikini skirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;September holidays have been... not like a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love fiscal group. going over to gladys's house for project work has been fun. i think we have a lot of fun but we complete our work as well. hey, watching Full House is all part of destressing! im sure gladys is so very happy that she finally got us to watch the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to run long distance. runrunrunrunrunrun i really feel like running Now. at this moment, i am just so convinced that i love running. i must be mad because i used to hate running only not so long ago. 'if you hate something, it means you suck at it'. how very true. i miss the waters! my boat, my paddle and my third home - Macritche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115770278253130727?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115770278253130727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115770278253130727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115770278253130727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115770278253130727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-belated-birthday-mer-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115729747597332570</id><published>2006-09-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:23:41.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the hairline crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;small but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still visible and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;very&lt;em&gt; there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;life can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you've lost me from then on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;surprisingly, the feeling of nonchalance settled in soon after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe, just maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've let the last thread of hope slip through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm finally letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115729747597332570?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115729747597332570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115729747597332570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115729747597332570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115729747597332570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/09/hairline-crack-small-but-still-visible.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115695406897489178</id><published>2006-08-30T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:07:49.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today we arrived for malay oral late and wet. i hate having wet shoes. it was Pouring cats and dogs and elephants. tiong baru examination centre seriously looks dilapidated and should be pulled down. anyway i had two teachers who tested me and they were darn nice! everytime i searched my brain space for a suitable enough word and finally got something out, they would go &lt;em&gt;oooooh&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;. and smile a big smile and nod their heads. its really great to have encouraging testers and not those stone faced type. the topic was 'Guru kegemaran saya'. my favourite teacher. not a hard topic.. but i dont think that i did as well as i could have :// aiyahhhh. So. who was my favourite teacher? of all teachers, a math teacher by the name of mr. T! im so sorry (i can predict the screams and shouts of protest) but that was the first name that came to my head. i said he was kind hearted and inspired me to become a teacher. everything good about him, which in our sense means Blahblahblah gibberish. no way man never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS IS SUCH AN INJUSTICE TO HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115695406897489178?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115695406897489178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115695406897489178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115695406897489178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115695406897489178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-we-arrived-for-malay-oral-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115667135558611577</id><published>2006-08-27T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:54:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Evan (christened after mel named her phone after me (:D) and clar named her bag Kenneth),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have served me faithfully for 4 long years and now it is the time to say Goodbye. I would have liked to further use you but for the fact that you keep hanging up on me, i can never charge you properly and now, I cannot call because for some reason, the person on the other side cannot hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sorry for the many trials and tribulations you have had to endure when I kept you by my side. I am still rather attached to you because you are so classic. However, it is time for change. Time to make way for the new. You will always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Farewell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know how to use photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know how to use photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I AM SO SCREWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didnt donate blood ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115667135558611577?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115667135558611577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115667135558611577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115667135558611577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115667135558611577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-evan-christened-after-mel-named.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115591594773949941</id><published>2006-08-18T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:53:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's the weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which is great because today has been a bad heavy headed day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp; thus, i started writing in the journal mel, tis, yingting and mer gave me. he shall store all my random thoughts and musings on days like this (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today, heavy headed and all, i thought about what i wanted in my life now. other than studies and canoeing, which takes up most of my time, i want to do more. learn the drums, ballroom dancing, have more time to go Arab street and pluck my eyebrows. okay, maybe not since gladys and i are servants to pain. it has been the longest time since i last watched a movie. i missed all those i wanted to watch like pirates, lakehouse and click is probably gonna end its run soon. probably be a long term volunteer with gladys, helping people? Bake. jolynn, my floor is sitting there rotting too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sean asked the team, "Do you want to be a person good in nothing or at least good in two things, studies and canoeing?" that is the reason behind the many study sessions and trainings we have. i must admit it does benefit us, certainly. but considering that the jc students have only 1 year plus to prepare for the Alevels, jc life is not a point where one should do other things than mug alot. my immediate answer to his question was, "of course not! do i want to spend four years of my teenage life only studying and canoeing. duh, no!" of course, i did not say it aloud. but i wrote it down in my notebook! heh. seriously, if in four years, i only have studies and canoeing, how much does that say about me? i cant do attachments, go for overseas trips. i want to try new stuff, do more things. unsurprisingly, jun had the same reaction too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, thinking about this, i proceeded to fall asleep on the bus. i have decided to make a promise to myself to do something this holidays! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;life's monotone is gladly interrupted by the laughter and smiles of those close to you (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's Friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;have a great weekend guys, let us stress ourselves out with projects and essays (= today's calculas test was just.plain.horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115591594773949941?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115591594773949941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115591594773949941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115591594773949941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115591594773949941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif-its-weekend-which-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115562843503713340</id><published>2006-08-15T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:53:55.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello i am here to write about Jolynn's chocolate like thing. Jolynn, i dont even know what to call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baked on National day. I really hope, please take a hint, someone please blog about it when i bring it to school on Mon. It is really pure decadance..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Jolynn's blog. and that explains the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we interrupt your pleasant reading to bring you a hijack message from the one and only jo! jo says.. "dear loyal readers of what nat says, hello! i have almost-successfully hijacked nat's blog for a few minutes, it would be successful but for the fact that nat is still sitting next to me looking happy. i am very upset that i missed jolynn's chocolate like thing, as nat calls it. anyway, i think nat rocks, don't you? i'm sure barnabus thinks so too. hooray. alright end of hijack, bye nat + loyal readers! =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's me again and i would like to say that Jo rocks and she should like to come school, because school and her friends miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to jolynn's chocolate like thing. see, jolynn, this entry is almost dedicated to you except for jo's hijack. one eighth flour and the rest chocolate, it really is pure decadance. please do invite us to your house when our crazy school year is over to bake and watch tv. or you can bake more and bring it to school for us to eat. but please, give it a name first. if not it'll always be the 'chocolate like thing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling Hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115562843503713340?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115562843503713340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115562843503713340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115562843503713340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115562843503713340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-i-am-here-to-write-about-jolynns.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115548844185422897</id><published>2006-08-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:00:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a Very Nice Song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'll do it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't quite know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those three words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are said too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They're not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before we get too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's waste time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chasing cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Around our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To find my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before we get too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All that I ever was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I lay here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;introduced to by jolynn :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;church bbq on friday was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;old item collection on sat was good. thank you jo for coming! (= for the first time, i used malay to communicate. twice actually, to an old woman and an indonesian maid. i kind of just pointed and said some super short sentence. time to put my poor grasp of the language to better use! there were funny incidents with freaky lifts and freaky mothers. the freaky mother totally ignored me and went, ''knock on the grille, not the door. knock louder... cant hear'' in a scary monotone voice! freaked me out &amp; i just ran away. and the freaky lift stopped and shook twice on the 4th floor and we all just screamed cos i screamed (= there were lots of cute babies and nice people! i think our aim should be to have an old item collection at all the majour areas in singpore! that would be cool! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my sister is going for the 5-day obs camp next week. she started packing two days ago and &lt;em&gt;preparing one week ago&lt;/em&gt;. haha totally reminded me of how i only started packing at 11plus the night before! she is so much more better prepared than me, i forgot about wet tissues. she is so excited she woke up at four today. crazy. i miss obs ): gonna miss her for one week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tmrw is gonna be a Long day. lessons all the way till 530 &amp; no breaks inbetween. first chinese remedial lesson because laoshi deems my chinese too poor. and still, No Breaks In Between!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Freaking Man &amp;amp; Ideas Essay is 80 PERCENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woohoohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115548844185422897?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115548844185422897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115548844185422897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115548844185422897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115548844185422897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-nice-song-chasing-cars-by-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115518961298824175</id><published>2006-08-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:05:40.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mei Xin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey, you're fifteen, stop being so whiny and ignorant okay (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and stop being my distraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still, i love you, my food partner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIP OLD ITEM COLLECTION @ WOODLANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAT, 12 AUGUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 AM to 4 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people, if you want to go, please msg me by today or leave a tag or something. i really need more peopleeeee. you can come or leave anytime. bascially, we'll be collecting old stuff door to door. be nice and kind, and help me! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115518961298824175?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115518961298824175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115518961298824175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115518961298824175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115518961298824175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-mei-xin-hey-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115518856766831574</id><published>2006-08-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:04:14.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;br /&gt;happy 41st birthday singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day celebrations in school were kinda cool, much better then last year's. the ip1 band was just horrible, really. they were jumping around so much they couldnt sing properly and missed some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Angry Band Member&lt;/strong&gt; won Battle of the Bands! Tis, Celle, Lauren, Cherry, Jo. so proud of you guys! and you all looked good yeaah (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/1131/1600/one%20angry%20band%20member!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/1131/320/one%20angry%20band%20member%21.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;training in the afternoon. it was a 3 hr 30 min trng. long endurance trngs that incorperate sprints, technique, mileage, resistance really test one's limits, where you just keep rowing. rowed with dee in an apache yesterday, pacing with lina and sabu. the apache flew and i felt so good. every stroke was really hard, especially during the resistance. thank you dee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trng ended really late and i had to rush to marina south for our class dinner! we got there so late that the fireworks even started before we could start cooking. oh yea, we were having a steamboat! we rushed to the big field with mer jumping up and down (= but the fireworks were very pretty and beautiful. everyone went oooh and aaaah. haha then we went back to have our buffet, which was pretty good. we were all afraid of having stomach upsets cos they only provided us with one pair of chopsticks each so raw and cooked food were all touched by the same chopsticks! hah but till now, no stomach upset! ooh our steamboat caught fire! hahaha that was hilairous. cos i split water on to the steamboat thingy and immediately this fire started. everyone was laughing and taking photos till weiliang the all sensible dude came and blew the fire out for us. we had only less than two hours there cos we got there so late. got a ride from jo and reached home 1130-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so that concludes national day eve (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115518856766831574?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115518856766831574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115518856766831574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115518856766831574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115518856766831574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day-happy-41st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115470795484795355</id><published>2006-08-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:22:12.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this has been a boring sleepy week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cherry keeps getting mini heart attacks becauses she sleeps in class. and because im her seat partner, i'll wake her and she gets a heart attack (= mei xin keeps talking during study sessions. she keeps me entertained but im not very productive. she, even more so. bimbo taitai who likes being called one. celle is my life saver for the food she provides, espcially rock sugars. without her (and her food) i'd keep nodding off. you rock celle. cherry can even sleep with a green apple mentos in her mouth. gosh (= weiliang is a nice lab table person to have. Blake RambuTan Weiliang Dick. nice name huh. ting is Scoo, mel is By and im Doo. and i say a spotlight is square, right ting! *tries to keep a straight face* jolynn and gladys have been missing in action. and... and a banana prata is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the people in my life have been great, but seriously life has no thrill. there's nothing to blog about. other than the fact that there's 2 bio projects, 2 LA projects, chem proj, econs seminar presentation and physics assignment and tests. wow, dont they provide the thrill? mel feels the same (about the nothing to blog part) so now she's gonna tell the world about barney. apparently, cubeN likes barney, Not. you can read mel's blog for more juicy details!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know im very slow, but i watched high school musical, finally and its really really nice and i want to watch it again and again (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115470795484795355?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115470795484795355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115470795484795355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115470795484795355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115470795484795355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-has-been-boring-sleepy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111490.post-115426787027859609</id><published>2006-07-30T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:59:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;changed my template, finally. curtesy of mel's friend, danielle. maybe it'll be temporary, maybe not. i like mel's one, its really nice. but orange is cool. i got sick of the old one because its too small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was a great day. its the Feast day of St Mary of the Angels. during mass, the priest preached about Hope, Faith and Love, the foundations of the church. how apt that our confimation camp group names be named those. met the Faith people after mass and then went to the dunking area! ryan got dunked, amanda got dunked! zach couldnt dunk properly. heh didnt know what to do so followed Hope for their outing! chung, val, gen, tim, mikel, eber, john and me the extra Faith member. went to the new civil servant club place to bowl. no comment, my bowling was like shite (= eber and tim were pro yeaa. but we had fun and took pictures! then we headed to west mall to pig out. chatted more and then home! happy! happy that i got to know my level people much more. thank you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my conversation with zhirong just now was just hilarious. really really really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhhh and talking to weiliang about danga bay made me realise i didnt blog about the trip! i'm so sad :/:/:/):): i'll forget about it soon, like i cant remember everything now. i dont want to! ahhh the pain. danga bay was really REALLY nice, more so with the company. miss it real bad :/ your fault tan wei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh and another painful thing was, lain and i missed POP! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/1131/320/just%20woke%20up%20-%20us%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nat,jo,jun,cherry - at the Pan Puteri Hotel. we just woke up so yea. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111490-115426787027859609?l=natsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/feeds/115426787027859609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111490&amp;postID=115426787027859609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115426787027859609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111490/posts/default/115426787027859609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsays.blogspot.com/2006/07/changed-my-template-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452354254983764664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
