<?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-7115178</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:12:05.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdly Unpredictable</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>822</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-109278796014371049</id><published>2012-02-10T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:12:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your option?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Leave me whole or break me into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Let me breathe easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Some things just don't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;What now when it all end up bitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Let me be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-109278796014371049?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/109278796014371049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/109278796014371049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-your-option.html' title='What&apos;s your option?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6483450654427077625</id><published>2012-02-09T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:19:35.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe and have faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One thing for sure, the act of praying is like charging a battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I feel so good and so fresh and it drives me to get my things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never fail to put my heart at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;After all, one can only help him or herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So this is me, helping myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My believe, my faith and my efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My advise to everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Always help yourself as much as you can. There are alternative. You just gotta think and believe in yourself. You may amaze yourself of how strong you actually are. Mind, heart and soul. Physically, emotionally. You'll get through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you can't help yourself, how do you expect people who you turn to to help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the end of the day, you're doing the most work while they're just giving you the support you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Take action today!&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/7115178-6483450654427077625?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6483450654427077625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6483450654427077625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2012/02/believe-and-have-faith.html' title='Believe and have faith'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-827622350322600725</id><published>2012-01-04T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:10:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life as it speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;People are all about dress to impress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;This does not only apply to fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Dressing up your character or personality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;just to get people to like you or adore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;One thing most people don't realise is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;people with intellect, can differentiate real and fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;You can fool us but we ain't fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;We can just be as fake as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;you won't know it coz you're just too focus on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Question here is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Who do you want to impress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The main thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Impress yourself with your own capabilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Challenge yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;All those insecurities, turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Attack it in a positive attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;At the end of the day, you are living for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Satisfaction, it's like pee-ing in your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;People can share your happiness but only you, will feel the warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;If you don't fit in, stand out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&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/7115178-827622350322600725?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/827622350322600725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/827622350322600725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2501617997602289222</id><published>2011-12-29T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:34:36.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End</title><content type='html'>I've never argued with a friend&lt;br /&gt;Never, the way I argued with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So where does my boyfriend stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I bothered?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;After all we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give it all up?&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for something pointless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really saddens me. =-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-2501617997602289222?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2501617997602289222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2501617997602289222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-end.html' title='Year End'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6586345948185379407</id><published>2011-12-25T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:22:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sometimes tears don't mean sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;It don't mean weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Seldom people thought it could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;beyond what one might feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Not necessarily grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Nor is it pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;An expression of an unexpressed emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Built up anger for instance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Or it could be an emotion within emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;When you feel what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;and questioning if real is just what you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;When you're numb and feel nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;while at the back of your mind, you feel it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Like a massive blown-up balloon that's gonna explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Chemicals produced from your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;sending signals to your nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hence, that's what you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;When you're happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;it is said that you have produced enough dopamine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Right here, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;conflicting hormones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;When the mind and what is felt don't sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6586345948185379407?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6586345948185379407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6586345948185379407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/12/emotions.html' title='Emotions.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7822067732879250532</id><published>2011-12-20T03:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:02:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8gpZA79kwY/Tu-Q89WPCCI/AAAAAAAAAew/uXAdBkfNG7Q/s1600/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8gpZA79kwY/Tu-Q89WPCCI/AAAAAAAAAew/uXAdBkfNG7Q/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687924231326599202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'm truly happy and contented with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;I've never been more certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;and I know I've got it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;All that I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through thick and thin,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;even in hard times, we find good ones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devotion, an undying love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love that about us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We talk about everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never afraid to say what we feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Address problems, break all barriers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;together, we stand strong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Against all odds, you and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just us two.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/7115178-7822067732879250532?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7822067732879250532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7822067732879250532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedicated-to-you.html' title='Dedicated to you'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8gpZA79kwY/Tu-Q89WPCCI/AAAAAAAAAew/uXAdBkfNG7Q/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6334391468128782096</id><published>2011-12-02T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:15:38.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depth of my mizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Miserable at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To fill my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mind is made up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Towards a better future, I'll pursue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When home don't feel like home anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The only home I could recognize is when I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&amp;amp; it saddens me that I'm hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;denying all that I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Clearly, I'm on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Only living on a free shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No idea why I'm taking refuge here it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2011 is coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Welcoming 2012 with eagerness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;where school will start and focus will be on studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;16 months and 2014 will be the year to enter a stable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That's when I'll live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That's when I'll choose to move out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know I can survive on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Watch me now coz I'm doing it.&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/7115178-6334391468128782096?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6334391468128782096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6334391468128782096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/12/depth-of-my-mizer.html' title='Depth of my mizer'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8938191039773154126</id><published>2011-11-30T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:28:47.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you stay with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's coming to the 2nd week that I've not been well. It's clear to me that my mom don't give a damn. She expects me to eat what she cooked but I can't eat anything spicy anymore. I told her so many times of how sensitive my stomach is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My youngest brother, on the other hand, is too much. I don't know what he did to my itunes that I can't sync anything to my Iphone. The basics seemed fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My theory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Iphone to Itunes = normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Itunes to Iphone = Error  ????!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh and he ate my Chips Ahoy! The only thing I was depending on to survive. The only thing that I could eat which didn't hurt my stomach other than Nestum and Oatmeal drink. I made it clear to him two days ago that it's mine. Don't eat it. It was untouched yesterday. I only ate about 4 pieces. A few hours ago, half of the box were gone! It's really pointless complaining to my mom. Worse, it's pointless confronting that idiot brother of mine. He literally ignored me! And he called me crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He ate my food and called me crazy?! I don't mind sharing if I don't have to depend on it. Right now, I have nothing to eat and I'm really really hungry. I'm growing weak each day. Right now, I'm holding on to my life. I'm fighting to survive. I'm stopping my system from shutting down. My body wants to shut down and at any time of the day I could go unconscious. I'm really afraid to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just afraid if I go to an unconscious state, I won't be able to revive...&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/7115178-8938191039773154126?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8938191039773154126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8938191039773154126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/11/will-you-stay-with-me.html' title='Will you stay with me?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-891728838382606215</id><published>2011-11-29T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:15:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the other boys are postmix lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life is tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I learned life the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Before I met you Fadli, life lives me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then, you taught me how to live it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I found myself, the hidden me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No longer afraid to speak my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everyone has their own opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have always been a listener, observing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You bring the best out of my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-891728838382606215?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/891728838382606215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/891728838382606215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-other-boys-are-postmix-lemonade.html' title='All the other boys are postmix lemonade'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8507436334257891210</id><published>2011-11-29T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:00:25.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost killed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Terrible and messy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woken up by pain an hour after I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I could do was scream and shout in pain to give a signal to my sister to call my parents for help. She didn't acknowledge it initially. Eventually she did but I was already lying on my vomit. I didn't see that coming at all. The pain was beyond excruciating. My stomach hurt like I was stabbed to death. I felt like I was going to die. Breathless and bedridden, constantly gasping for air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dad came to my aid and my sister helped the whole night. I was too weak to even move. They cleaned me up, turned me to supine position. Dad massaged my stomach, guiding me through to fight the pain. Made my sister hear the sound that was coming from my stomach. It was madness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I wanted to do was go to the toilet to wash my hair and my mouth. Dad carried me to the computer chair. Before he could push me to the toilet, not even a minute, I almost collapsed, gasping for air, groaning. As soon as my sister changed me into a dry t-shirt, my body collapsed to the floor, lifeless. With lips ajar, my gut gave a push and vomit gushed out. And there again, I was lying on a pool of vomit. It was a miracle that my mind didn't shut down while my body was gone. That's how strong I am mentally. I will never let my brain shut down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I regained all the energy I have left, telling my brain to send signal to the rest of my body to get up. With the help of my dad as a support, I managed to reach the toilet to wash all that were dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dad made me, in Malay/Islamic term, air penawar. In english, it's something like holy water but not exactly. That put me to rest but it wasn't the end. I was still having discomfort in my stomach. Again, I forced myself to get up to clear whatever else that's traveled down to my rectum. Indigestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A peaceful night I had afterwards. My sister really came through in times when I needed help. I'm thankful for both my dad and sister to clean up the mess I made, sticking by my side. I don't know what could have happened to me if she wasn't home. I would have been alone in the room and experiencing worse. The last thing I want is to be admitted to the hospital in an unconscious state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And when I woke up, I was sad and disappointed that my mom didn't show any concern. I know my sister was constantly eyeing on me before she left the room. Even when I dragged myself to shower, my mom didn't say a single thing. I was hoping she'd cook porridge because I've not been eating well for the past one week. I couldn't eat well. To no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Finished up the cleaning that they started which tires me even more. All the bending and stretching. At least now my room doesn't smell of vomit anymore. Thing is, I'm already in a state that I'm not well but I always tell myself that I'm strong and I can go on. Knowing my body well, I had to eat something light at least. There's nothing for me to consume and the only thing I could find was oatmeal drink. Then I saw the expiry date of the condensed milk. Told my mom it's expired but she insist that it's not a big deal. April 2011 for goodness sake. I don't want to risk my health. I'm recovering now. From there, I'm just disappointed at my mom. She knows I have a highly sensitive stomach and yet she acted that way. Don't that just show she don't care? I know she's given up on me. I'm too much of a burden to her. She don't need to say that she care because her actions show how less she cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Right now, I just can't eat anything. The soup that I made, I can't even finish it. My stomach just can't take anything except hot plain water and hot tea. This just sucks. So in February, my next check-up, if my stomach condition gets worse or even my anaemia got affected, I'm not to be blamed. I'm taking care of myself, noting every expiry date and doing my best to feed myself with food that are fresh. If I gotta be warded, I'd say yes. I won't stop myself anymore because it's for my own good. If being sick at home is a burden then I might as well be taken care of by the professionals. I know the inflammation on my stomach walls has gotten worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My mom kept telling me that she's not bias. Well, need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Her ego for her pride is too high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If I tell her off, she'll say I'm rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't want to go through what I had to experience last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NEVER EVER.&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/7115178-8507436334257891210?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8507436334257891210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8507436334257891210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-killed.html' title='Almost killed'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7278622274150386230</id><published>2011-11-26T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:34:05.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unjust</title><content type='html'>Typical parents. They always deny favouritism. Subconsciously, they are always one-sided. They are not aware of their actions towards their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will always deny facts that was once said by them. For instance, my mom always say I'm such a burden, give a lot of problems. And when I was doing well, taking care of myself, with just one mistake, they had to be unreasonable. And when I used the former against them, they had nothing to say but, "whatever laaah... If anything happens to you, you're on your own".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather ironic. It seems right for parents to not mind what they say or do to their child. Ruthless. Parents can hurt their child emotionally, mentally and physically. Children live in fear, pain and being inferior. That's not very progressive for his/her upbringing. Because people like me, I will remember all of the hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hated home since young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are being unfair to me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean that's my work shift. When show ends late, I will be home late. And it's not everytime. It depends on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's work shift is also the same. They don't make a fuss about it. It's really fcked up. I am 20 years old and they're treating me like a small child. Bitch please! Quit holding on to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fck. They can't make me quit my job. I won't. Will never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to call home everytime I'm coming home late? And my sister don't have to? Eh fck! If show ends at 1030/1100/1130, don't mean we end at that time. Obviously we sign off later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I just feel unwell. I hate home. I'm not scared if my parents were to throw me out of the house. They will never. But if they do, I'll gladly leave. I know I have a place to stay. I know I can survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-7278622274150386230?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7278622274150386230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7278622274150386230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/11/unjust.html' title='Unjust'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6809727088970820037</id><published>2011-11-23T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:57:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserably terrible</title><content type='html'>If I say I lie on the toilet floor, water from the shower spraying at me, knowing that I'm unwell, will you still ignore your sick child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my meds and am still in pain. I could not eat anything. I cried and moaned in pain. And when I forced myself to get up from the sofa, all you could ask was what's wrong. I was already tearing and my mom knows I was in pain the whole day. Told her about the moment I woke up this afternoon. Yet, they nagged at me to take my meds. I couldn't help but to shout at them. What? Expect me to eat my meds in front of them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know myself. I know my body. When I can't take the pain, I really can't. And I'm the one feeling it. I swear if I'm not broke, I'd send myself to the hospital. It's been 2 nights already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents never listened to me whenever I say I need Medical attention. They always say it's nothing. Look at me now. Is this nothing?! I'm already going back and forth from hospital and they're taking it lightly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway. It don't mean a thing. They only paid for my surgery and medicines. Consultation fees, it's all my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like backspacing this junk of alphabets but what the heck. I don't need to depend on anyone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6809727088970820037?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6809727088970820037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6809727088970820037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-say-i-lie-on-toilet-floor-water.html' title='Miserably terrible'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2315573289416802858</id><published>2011-11-08T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:06:28.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a tough game to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been put in a situation where I never thought I'd be, it seems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I never thought I could cope with it but I am, rather well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Although, it sucks sometimes, well that's life as I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They say, "when life suck, suck back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life is a tough game to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We are the play-makers but sometimes we get outplayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hence, we lose one life and get another to finish what we started or re-do our mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Reality check, we can't re-do our mistakes but we can prevent it from any repeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today, I've been blessed. I learned that God has been protecting me from dangers of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But then again, I need to do my part as well. I need to protect myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm aware that I'm vulnerable but not oblivious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My instincts have been on my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Right now, I just don't know if I'm actually over the whole drama of my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's numbed, yes but the residues of the pain, the urge for revenge is too strong to hold back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like Nina, we've been holding back for months. I've been holding back for 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And right at this moment, I could feel what my dad felt. It's not revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;REDEMPTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's my turn. I've always wanted it but part of me managed to control my anger and frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Always believed that God will punish him for what he deserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But my dad said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"that's end of life/afterlife. Right now, in this world, we have the right to punish him for what he did to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was too weak then. I was lost. Depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was put in a situation where I learn life the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Never let things go easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life is a mind game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A tough game we have to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7115178-2315573289416802858?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2315573289416802858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2315573289416802858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-tough-game-to-play.html' title='Life is a tough game to play'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-430911357992271870</id><published>2011-10-31T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:25:44.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on iron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Right now, my health is a bit screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had an appointment earlier today to see how my blood test result was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So the verdict kinda freaked me out a little. It wasn't what I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On the good side, there's an increment in my blood count but it's still very low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Dr was worried that if my anemia goes on like this, and if my blood count gets any lower, it will affect my future. He suggested that I be warded so that they could monitor me better. I was stupid to refuse but I can't regret my decision now. I just gotta make sure I take care of myself and have more rest. It's depressing and pressurizing to find out what could happen to me in the long run. And I'm lucky to have my blood count checked due to my stomach problems. Otherwise, I will never know I have anemia and if I keep on living the way I am, always working and not eating well, it will definitely destroy my bone marrow faster. Who knows, I can't be saved. Who knows, it's too late to be helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"We could inject iron into your blood but we're not keen to do that. One could die from it due to cardiac arrest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got stiffed upon hearing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All these pains, all the times that I've been ill, it's all a blessing. I gotta be stronger than this. I gotta be optimistic. I shouldn't let it get to me. I should live healthily and focus on my well-being because right now, there's someone who cares a lot for me and he's the reason why I'm holding on to life. He's the hope that keeps me going on. To know that I'm a motivation to him, I just don't want to be a disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only god knows what's going on in my head, how worried I am of my own life, how my well-being will be in the years to come. I thought I was doing great that my stomach is recovering but I totally neglected the part of me that is anemic. It's acute now but could be severe and that's the last thing I want to happen to me. I was born fit and healthy and I will be. Just give me time to recuperate and I'll be more than alive. &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/7115178-430911357992271870?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/430911357992271870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/430911357992271870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/10/right-now-my-health-is-bit-screwed.html' title='Living on iron'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1709250331468226125</id><published>2011-10-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:54:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A start to another phase in the cycle of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnLIfAHSNHk/Tq6wW6mZDAI/AAAAAAAAAek/IQKWDLLkcF0/s1600/IMG20111013_002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnLIfAHSNHk/Tq6wW6mZDAI/AAAAAAAAAek/IQKWDLLkcF0/s320/IMG20111013_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662888639925250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 20th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was the most special day of the birthdays that I had. Fadli willingly spent on an IPhone 4 for me with a new line. I'm just grateful for the gifts that were given to me. And I'm just glad I got to spend the whole day with him. After all, time is always not on our side so it really means a lot when we actually get to spend time together. There's nothing more I could say. I had an awesome 20th Birthday even though it's nothing much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother played Happy Birthday song on the guitar, requested by my dad. I was really touched. Family waited for me to come home to celebrate my 20th year of existence. It's a new flavored ice-cream cake. It's really awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, the wishes on my facebook and twitter, it just bring a smile to my face. Those from close ones were really entertaining. I couldn't stop laughing. It was all great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're really sweet Fadli. You really are. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for giving my birthday a significant meaning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you. &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1709250331468226125?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1709250331468226125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1709250331468226125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-to-another-phase-in-cycle-of-life.html' title='A start to another phase in the cycle of life.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnLIfAHSNHk/Tq6wW6mZDAI/AAAAAAAAAek/IQKWDLLkcF0/s72-c/IMG20111013_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6375499867029775988</id><published>2011-10-11T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T02:46:47.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>A part of me is disappointed in you. &lt;br/&gt; What happened to you? What happened to the talks that we had? I just don't get the intention of your suggestion. How could you think that way? It really saddens me. What makes you think I would agree to it after making myself clear? I already wasn't looking forward to my birthday. Right now, I don't want anything. I don't want anything for my birthday. I don't want to celebrate my birthday altogether. It has somehow became a day of sorrow for me. Insignificant.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; All I ever wanted is to feel that I exist. And all I wanted for my birthday is nothing but hoping to spend time with you in the day, doing something fun and memorable.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I guess I will never achieve that. So much for being an over-achiever. :|&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6375499867029775988?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6375499867029775988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6375499867029775988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/10/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7559646845936231161</id><published>2011-10-10T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:56:16.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss you when you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel lost when you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lonely nights without you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Across the border is your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I ever do is to think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, I hope you do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The warmness of your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;regardless of distance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you already know we've won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-7559646845936231161?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7559646845936231161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7559646845936231161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/10/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3339495394818108650</id><published>2011-09-30T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:19:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's funny how we don't need to say anything &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet we understood each other's thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We get each other &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaving the people around us scratching their head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me in you and you in me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25. 29.&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/7115178-3339495394818108650?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3339495394818108650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3339495394818108650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-september.html' title='Remember September'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6801882723722291481</id><published>2011-09-27T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:21:40.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wire in the hay!</title><content type='html'>Officially hate medicines.&lt;div&gt;Feels like my anatomy have been raped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The effects are driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haywire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor's prescription, mom's health supplement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh! Maybe I've worked too hard that my body can't take it anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom told me not to work everyday. Told me my body is not strong enough because I have anaemia. I need to focus on my health now and make sure my blood circulation is flowing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I'd rather work coz I can't stand rotting at home. I just can't stand it. I can't stand falling sick all the time. Or almost all the time. Blood test in 3 weeks. I must take my iron supplements. That means, I cannot go to work. The effects are terrible! The ultimate reason why I don't take them regularly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6801882723722291481?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6801882723722291481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6801882723722291481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/wire-in-hay.html' title='Wire in the hay!'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5027935844203605004</id><published>2011-09-18T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:33:24.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your words are as impulsive as you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What kind of person says sorry and pretend nothing happened almost immediately, ignoring the whole problem instead of facing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's the kind of person you are. The kind you've always been. Coz why? You're too busy with your friends. And you don't care about the other party. I guess that's why girls left you! Yes, I just did go there. You want me to go extreme? That's how rude and insensitive I can be. Don't try me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's always me going to you. It's always me, initiating. It's like I'm the guy here! And you don't seem to be doing anything! Why am I always doing almost everything?! It's like I'm still stuck in the past. It's the same old shit that's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm numbed to your sorry-s and you're numbed to my sarcasm. You just don't get it and you never learn! That's your problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't get mad at me for acting this way. Reflect what happened, how it came to this. It's you.&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/7115178-5027935844203605004?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5027935844203605004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5027935844203605004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-words-are-as-impulsive-as-you.html' title='Your words are as impulsive as you.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8324283272968195530</id><published>2011-09-18T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:51:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm cranky and pissed. I guess I've kept things to myself too much and for too long. Apart from that, I'm hungry coz I've not eaten. Mom is still angry at dad since I left home for work. She didn't cook and I have nothing to eat. I'm just sad. I don't want to neglect my health and be sick all the time. I really hate this world. It's cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I keep things to myself too much and too long, I will just snap and break down but who cares anyway right? I'm forever alone. I mean why should I bother about anything when someone just don't even seem to bother at all? It's like I'm always the one to initiate. If I don't text you, will you text me? If I don't call you, will you call me? The fact that we're supposed to meet today after work, and you asked if I wanted to join you guys or you ditched your friends for me just ruined my day. The time that I ended work was the time that ya'll reached the place. If I didn't text to ask, will you text me of your whereabouts? I doubt so. In addition to that, by the time I reach the place, it's pointless! Really. Since I was given a choice, I said no. Next time, use your fcking brain and do your calculation. All you can say was, "I see. Sorry Nat." Of course, I just had to be sarcastic about it. You should know me well by now but I guess you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My rule is very simple. You want to be with your friends, go ahead. When you want to meet me, do so. But don't ditch your friends for me. I'd rather feel fcked up than to have people stereotyping me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I just feel like I've been taken for granted. Yes, I am very patient but don't test me. Don't mess with me because when I lose it, it's not gonna be pretty. It's hell on earth. I told you once before, I will not repeat myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So if you're not gonna give a damn about it, don't bother at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't say sorry if you don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I say or plan something, I'll make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unless circumstances don't allow me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What about you? Please ponder upon it!&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/7115178-8324283272968195530?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8324283272968195530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8324283272968195530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/red-alert.html' title='Red Alert!'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4415275533444325439</id><published>2011-09-17T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T02:01:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved ones came home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A mother and an elder sister to my younger brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;An elder sister to my elder sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My elder sister is useless and my mom agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let's just put it this way, she's a self-centered bitch. Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;16 September has passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy 53rd Birthday Dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So my bro, Hakim, and I surprised our dad with the cake I bought for his Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;He was thrilled and grateful. So we sat at the dining area, cut the cake and had a chat. I know my mom was holding back her tears and so was I. Sad to see my nephew and newborn niece lost their grandmother when they already don't have a grandfather. Well, at least they still have grand aunts. And I can see that my mom was happy when she talked about playing with baby Hani Balqis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was put in a position where I was left all alone in SG with my dad once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here I am, being put in a position where I was left in SG with my siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's really not an easy job. It was just two days and I feel the stress, the pressure and of course exhausted. I don't know how my mom manage it. I for sure, learned to be more responsible and manage my time better to make sure everything is done. So when my parents come home, they'll be pleased which I accomplished even though I had to go to work in the evening. Right now, I just feel sick. I'm catching a cold. Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On a side note, my baby is coming back to SG later! He will reach SG approximately 11am plus plus? That's what he tweeted me. I don't think I could fetch him tomorrow coz I don't know which terminal he's gonna arrive at. He has yet to tweet me but communication is difficult because he can't get access to wifi easily. Double bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just got to meet him. 1 week of silence is like 1 month of absence. I dare say that I can't really picture him in my mind but he's always there. I don't like it when I had to resort to numbing my emotions or feelings. Knowing myself, I get over things easily (those that leave no scar). Of course, there's still a lingering feeling of missing him which I don't ignore. Again, knowing myself, once I start to ignore this pure emotions, I'm screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Come back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Come back home to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's the 17th which marks our 6th. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4415275533444325439?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4415275533444325439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4415275533444325439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/loved-ones-came-home.html' title='Loved ones came home.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3219631744510164843</id><published>2011-09-15T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:18:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10 am in the morning, I was woken up by my mom of an urgent matter. I'm just in great disbelief. I mean my aunt came to SG and came to my house for hari raya last saturday and she passed away this morning. IT'S JUST NOT SINKING IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Even though I don't really like her or talked to her at all when she came, she's still family.I'm just speechless. Such sudden death scares me. However, our fate lies in god's hands. When he says it's time to go, it's time to go. We just got to accept it and pray for their soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now that I remember, she was exceptionally quiet during the open house. Usually, she'll be one of those loudmouth. And I had the urge to watch Departures yesterday. I don't know why but I really wanted to watch which I did. And it's about a cello player who became an encoffiner. It's a sad Japanese movie. Little did I know. Usually, I get dreams of relatives gonna die but I won't know who. This time, I guess that movie, that urge was a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Al-Fateha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Semoga mayat Mak Ngah selamat dikebumikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My parents are going to Kajang later. So while they're at Malaysia, my mom gave me a duty. She don't want to disturb my elder sister. Hence, I have to be a mom to my brothers. Cook for them, wake them up for school and etc. They'll only be back tomorrow. That means, I can't sleep tonight. And since I can't go out, I told gees to come over. I don't mind if they stay over as well. At least, I have company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One by one, death come and take away their soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One by one, they leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3219631744510164843?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3219631744510164843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3219631744510164843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/sudden-death.html' title='Sudden death'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4217084549558516383</id><published>2011-09-14T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:31:15.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've made up my mind. I'm gonna commit to a full-time job for the next 6 months. I have no choice. It's for the best for the household and myself too. But I'm still keeping my part-time jobs. Yes, I have 3 part-time jobs and I'm keeping all of them since it's all based on my own timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today is the third night of not having him around in SG. I don't feel weird or anything for that matter. Though, there's still a lingering feeling of missing him. I've basically shut my feelings because that's what I always do. I'm able to control every emotion of mine except anger when the boiling point has reaches it's ultimate level. Adding on to that, I've gotten used to us not meeting much since the start so it's really nothing. And yeah well, it suck that we can't contact but it doesn't bother me at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not saying that I don't miss him. I'm just not that type who whines and basically not those typical girls who can't live on their own. I've got things to do and even if I have nothing to do, I will find things to do to keep myself company, busy and just don't think so much about it. The important thing is that he landed safe there, have loads of fun over there at Osaka and hope that he'll come back in one piece as in as a whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Embrace the lonely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really am excited for Friday coz it's gonna be my first night of work at esplanade. And I'm meeting gees tomorrow! Like finally, the 6 of us! Nadia has become part of us. Awesome! Happy happy Birthday girl!&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/7115178-4217084549558516383?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4217084549558516383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4217084549558516383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing-at-all.html' title='Nothing at all'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6639313469857223523</id><published>2011-09-11T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:44:58.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stray cat.</title><content type='html'>It's only been a day since I met him. I invited him over yesterday for hari raya since my dad made an open house. It was really nice to have him here that I didn't want him to go but I had to let go of that feeling. And I wanted to send him off to the airport today but I couldn't due to family visiting. It's still hari raya remember? We celebrate it for 1 month. I was really sad, I am really sad. I mean my parents knew about it and I told them after my Aunt's house I would want to go to the airport but they indirectly don't allow me to. I'm glad I got to at least talk to him on the phone before he depart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm used to us not meeting, not texting much or even talk on the phone much. We both are always busy with work and we have that understanding. On the other hand, we do make time for each other. But 5 days in Osaka, not being able to contact at least one day out of the 5. it just sucks. I don't mean to sound clingy but everyone will feel the same way. I felt this way when I was left alone with my dad in SG while my mom and siblings went to Langkawi together with my mom's family 2 years ago. Lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for him to come back home safe together with his friends. That's the only thing I hope for. And of course for him to have loads of fun. Finally a break from work and everything else. He really needs it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't help but to smile silly to myself looking at our printed photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reckless serenade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6639313469857223523?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6639313469857223523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6639313469857223523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/09/stray-cat.html' title='Stray cat.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6961142475523268471</id><published>2011-08-23T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:54:28.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles away we part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Where do I begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Searched my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but couldn't find the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It saddens me to see how you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It hurts me knowing if I haven't done enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I could feel you in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I'd give everything to take your pain away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My heart cries to hear that tone of voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I could offer were a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and words of wisdom by choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All that matters is I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really deeply care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Please take good care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Until we meet again...&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/7115178-6961142475523268471?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6961142475523268471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6961142475523268471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/08/miles-away-we-part.html' title='Miles away we part'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-978676668949696935</id><published>2011-08-16T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:49:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching out to help those in need, my immediate family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just before I left home for my "lecture" at esplanade, mom suddenly some sort of decided to tell me what I needed to know about the household-everything. My tongue was numbed. My lips were glued to each other. I can't think of anything else but to forget about full recovery and just dive into the full-time job line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dad's CPF is empty and he has to pay cash money for the house bill. It's been 3 months since he's short of cash and if he don't pay them this month, it's gonna accumulate and if this goes on, I foresee that we'll have to move out. THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! I will not let it happen. Mom told me that once she start to do her daily business again, she'll start saving to help him out coz her CPF is for her children's studies and she's really hoping for my brother to get that scholarship. I strongly believe that he can get it for his good conduct and excellence in studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since I'm not going back to school until my sister complete her degree program, I have to do what it takes to lessen his burden. That's a call for full time job and that's my final decision right now. If I can give him 300 per month, he only needs to worry about the electricity bill and what's not. And I'm willing to pay for my brother's tuition fees if my mom can't afford to pay for it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sighs.. tears welled up my eyes. I love my family so much I don't want my younger brothers to feel hardship. I don't want my mom to keep living like how she has been since young, prioritizing her family and forgetting her self being. I don't like how my dad works now. I mean looking at how he works, he deserved that manager position. He was a site manager back then before he was retrenched and now he's just a supervisor engineer but working like a manager and always covering his manager's ass, going for his meetings. WTF?! I'd rather he go get a better job position with a pay that matches his workload than having people to always keep calling him even while he's driving or at home every single day and night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The stress is on me now! And I'm supposed to learn to keep it in check but circumstances just makes me worry and think too much? Hopefully this months's pay and my baking business profits can help to settle the problems we are having. I just can't wait to start working at esplanade in September because I know it WILL help a lot. 2 more training modules to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So far my baking business is doing well. A lot of orders from the regulars. Funny how I have very little customers but their orders are massive! And these regular customers are those who came to my house for Hari Raya and fell in love with my cakes the first time they tasted them. So in a way, I've got to thank them for supporting my passion for baking. This hidden talent is now experimenting new flavours and giving it complimentary to everyone who places an order. You see, I don't bake for money. I do it with tender loving care, to at least let time stop just for a minute when it landed on their taste buds. Because when I taste them myself, I got blown away with the soft texture and the crazy flavours that I add to the cream. Gotta thank my mom for passing the recipe and skills to me. If it's not for the customers themselves, for suggesting me to do it and get paid for it, I wouldn't have made it this far and I'm planning to keep bringing something new that would appease them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rezeki Bulan Ramadhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I feel so blessed and I'm grateful. &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/7115178-978676668949696935?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/978676668949696935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/978676668949696935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/08/reaching-out-to-help-those-in-need-my.html' title='Reaching out to help those in need, my immediate family.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4049914993504408134</id><published>2011-08-01T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:20:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What your eyes don't see, your ears don't hear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I forced myself to stay awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;for the reason of being afraid to close my eyes to the images I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And it scarred me deep in my bones, this restless soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hoping you'd feel me, such wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I only want to make you understand the whole situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but it's difficult when everything come in fragments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm really truly sorry I couldn't be that perfect someone for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For all I know I was once in your position, dealing with it, to make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only I was made a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess the time has come to make a right, for better of the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I didn't see this coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I may portray a pessimist but am grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For your presence is the light that gives me strength to carry on living.&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/7115178-4049914993504408134?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4049914993504408134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4049914993504408134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-your-eyes-dont-see-your-ears-dont.html' title='What your eyes don&apos;t see, your ears don&apos;t hear.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-9128196297141413043</id><published>2011-07-20T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:54:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what to do about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would you do if I don't talk to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk away and leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever come back, when you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You left me devastated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would you do if I don't talk to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never look at you in the eye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while you're right there by my side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz your heart's in two different places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't need that space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here comes goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silent and wry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I could do is just cry and put my pride on the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe you walked away when I need you the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that you've said, I thought I could count on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walked away, I saw a part of history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I knew exactly what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, left in misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-9128196297141413043?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9128196297141413043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9128196297141413043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/07/tell-me-what-to-do-about-you.html' title='Tell me what to do about you?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-619697710238670656</id><published>2011-07-10T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:09:49.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natashah's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;July 08/07/11&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day that I was admitted to SGH for OGD and colonoscopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pen this down to serve as a reminder of what I've gone through in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the procedure, the nurse sprayed some solution/chemical into my throat and I was supposed to swallow it to the numb the area. It was freaking bitter and hot. Really hot. Thereafter, I was sedated and the effect was immediate. I didn't feel anything going into my throat but I certainly felt pain when it goes down my GI tract. That was all I could remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really couldn't remember what happened. I only responded to the pain I felt especially when the tube was "rummaging" through my colon. I didn't feel anything going in but I knew I was moaning in pain and hyperventilated throughout. I think I couldn't control my breathing that I was given oxygen. I could hear them. And when it was all over, I totally passed out. Drained out. The nurse kept waking me up to make sure that I'm conscious but I was too weak to move. I was sent to the recovery ward then. My mom said the nurse told them that I slept for a very long time. Until now, I still have not fully recover from the sedation. It sure helped in my sleeping. Deep and numb. The last thing I remembered was having tears flowing out of my eyes before I passed out. I guess that was my subconscious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results wise, my colon was clear. Doctor found inflammation on my stomach mucosa; GASTRITIS. I was told he took biopsy of my stomach for further lab test and treatment. So one problem is solved. Not entirely because we still don't know the cause of it. Now, I'm just waiting for the results of my blood count; ANAEMIA. I read on gastritis and I found how gastritis can lead to a type of anaemia. So right now, I'll just have to wait for the verdict on the 8th of August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my parents were there as well as my boyfriend. The three most important people in my life right now. And I really appreciate their presence. When I woke up, the only thing on my mind was them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even had an astral projection in the recovery ward. o.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before I was discharged, I took a picture of my ID tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FuPuyUqMT0/ThmkSz42WZI/AAAAAAAAAec/uxjzhg0hsbg/s320/261367_10150231132449352_697904351_7387574_2587307_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627709852449397138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted it on Facebook the day after and I got instant comments from friends. I mean questions like, "Why didn't you tell me you were in hospital?" Err... I don't see a need to tell? Only those who I've been hanging out with for the past few months will know. I mean why would I wanna make a huge announcement right? I don't want attention. And my purpose of posting the picture on facebook is just for my own memory. I keep my profile private anyway. But then again, I appreciate knowing that they actually care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-619697710238670656?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/619697710238670656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/619697710238670656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/07/natashahs-anatomy.html' title='Natashah&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FuPuyUqMT0/ThmkSz42WZI/AAAAAAAAAec/uxjzhg0hsbg/s72-c/261367_10150231132449352_697904351_7387574_2587307_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7305793839195800368</id><published>2011-07-03T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:34:22.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenate</title><content type='html'>It's not fun living the way I am. I have been through shit and it's not nice at all. So when I see people who are making their life miserable when they have a choice, I will do my best to get them out of it before it's too late to turn back. Sometimes, people need to know that things happen for a reason. Reasons might be unknown but when you were given a choice, choose the better one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to me was uncalled for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lost my way then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought my life was ruined and I have no future ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'd right all that's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm having complications. All of those led me to it. I cry myself to sleep most of the time. Woke up in pain almost every morning. Life suck right now but  I learnt to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-7305793839195800368?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7305793839195800368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7305793839195800368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/07/rejuvenate.html' title='Rejuvenate'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2018659368242843491</id><published>2011-06-19T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:34:41.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekie weak.</title><content type='html'>This week have been the busiest ever.&lt;div&gt;Performed for a charity event yesterday, Presentz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a performance, it was great but it could have been better for a comeback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's busy with school, work, NS so we have a hard time meeting for dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were still great and awesome in spite of the mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The audiences enjoyed our performance. Claps and cheers. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met his family for dinner last Thursday. They're a wonderful family. Really nice people. His mom reminds me of my own. His dad is nice too but not much rapport was built. I mostly talk to his mom, I realised. His niece is the cutest little one. So chubby! The first thing that came to mind when I saw her was Dora the Explorer! Seriously! Adorable I say. I had a great time the other night and I'm just glad and happy that everything went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update about myself. For the year of 2011, I mostly spend my pay on medical fees. First diagnosis was GASTRIC. Second was STOMACH ULCER. Third was IBS. Recently was suspected blood infection which the blood test result showed that I'm ANEMIC and now I'm suspected having internal bleeding due to that. WOW! 4 diagnosis in half a year? Four different doctors and 4 different diagnosis. Tomorrow is my appointment with a Specialist at SGH to make an appointment for Endoscopy. Let's get it done and over with. I really wanna know what's wrong with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to wake up feeling alright and not in pain or woken up by pain or even sleeping in pain. I hate the feeling of almost going breathless because when I sleep, I don't even know whether I faint to sleep or I'm merely sleeping. My parents seemed worried now coz it's been almost 4 months already. Sucks to be me huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's going, "You look so pale". Especially my mom. I know I look sickly pale. Even blusher doesn't help to improve my complexion. Forget colours. My RBCs are microcytic and hypochromic. My well-being is getting worse each day. I used to be so freaking fit and healthy. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! Post-depression? I don't want this life. I really don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I live but I'm not living.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A survivor who is not surviving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For my loved ones, here I stand before you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It hurts to love when he is worrying most of the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm holding on to faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta be brave coz I know I have a strong mind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-2018659368242843491?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2018659368242843491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2018659368242843491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekie-weak.html' title='Weekie weak.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2080804033285476829</id><published>2011-06-08T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:45:40.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knightly in the night</title><content type='html'>I DON'T WANT TO BE SICK!&lt;div&gt;I'M SICK OF BEING SICK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL I WANT IS FOR MY STOMACH OR WHATEVER IT IS INSIDE TO BE BACK TO NORMAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NORMAL I SAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I supposed to live while I'm not living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sleep in pain, to wake up in pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is it all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might as well be dead right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz most of the time, I'm at the point of stabbing myself to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To KILL the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put myself outta misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;War in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-2080804033285476829?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2080804033285476829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2080804033285476829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/06/knightly-in-night.html' title='Knightly in the night'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4308250692634964468</id><published>2011-06-07T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:15:03.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To re-lit the spark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;True love comes from more than just words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more than what meets the eye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and more than what the heart can express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But what is love exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How do you know it's exactly what it is; love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In simple terms, define love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really don't like what I'm feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really do love him and I know why it has come to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;New strategies to improve what is lacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gotta make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4308250692634964468?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4308250692634964468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4308250692634964468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-re-lit-spark.html' title='To re-lit the spark'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5219731128994244386</id><published>2011-06-06T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:54:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long will you walk with me?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I questioned myself.&lt;div&gt;Why and how did I fall for him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to, "I don't want to go through this path again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess that's just life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need reasons to fall in love, you just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be seen cold, child-like and not interested or merely carefree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact is, I'm serious and I do care. I just don't show it because I don't know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still in the learning process. Hence, it's gonna take me some time to get things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I need to be reminded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially in times of confusion or simply assurance and reassurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like framing and re-framing of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I am and Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the drift right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I feel something is not right, I know something is not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the simplest thing to do is to let me know before I start questioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Integrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember he told me something once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if he really mean what he said, I will need to "restructure" my expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll give it some time. It's too early to get too serious about things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to see my mom showing interest in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She start a conversation about him and stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you in her good books?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ask for is sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5219731128994244386?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5219731128994244386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5219731128994244386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-long-will-you-walk-with-me.html' title='How long will you walk with me?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1164382097957474840</id><published>2011-06-02T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:42:26.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can be as simple as a touch of care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Elias Park Primary School Super Hero Super Friends P4 Camp 2011 was AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One reason that drives me to coach is when I see improvements in the campers' performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The teachers said the same thing too and I'm really proud of the kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Changes take time. It don't occur overnight but improvements can be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know I put in my 100% and instilled life lessons that they can apply in their daily life, relating back to their studies. They are kids, they can be very restless and impatient. I was a kid too so I understand. After reading the appreciation letters that I got from them, I was really touched. I am really proud of my effort because I know the objectives that I've set for them has been met. Simple words can mean so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I saw my evaluation form, I didn't expect the teachers attached to my group to evaluate me as how they had. They really caught me by surprised and my tired face literally lit up. The power of encouraging words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The appreciation ceremony was one that I cannot forget. When Matthew shared with the whole school about the effort all the Super Heroes (Coaches) put in, most of us were touched and tears actually welled up our eyes because we know we gave it our all to make the camp and we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WHOOSAY to all EPPS SHSF 2011 Super Heroes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WHOOSAY to EPPS 2011 Super Kids.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WHOOSAY! WHOOSAY! WHOOSAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1164382097957474840?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1164382097957474840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1164382097957474840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-can-be-as-simple-as-touch-of-care.html' title='Life can be as simple as a touch of care.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4200075038459285081</id><published>2011-05-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:38:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really hate what is happening right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can forgive my grandma for what she said about me coz old citizens, the tend to be very sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I just can't believe what my Aunt did to my mom this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;My grandmother is hospitalised and she have the guts to say, "Don't let Shima know".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN?! THAT'S YOUR SISTER AND HER MOM! WHAT ABOUT HER GRANDCHILDREN?! WHAT YOU THINK WE ARE? BABIES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Please act your age. Where are your senses? You want me to slap your head with a baseball bat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Look at how you treated her. Like a freaking maid! Now her cancer is back! If she dies, I'll blame you for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO FAMILY?! THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH! I'M REALLY SAD AND DISAPPOINTED BUT I FEEL MOSTLY ANGRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And now when I recalled what my Grandma said, "She thinks I'm dead already is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That's already a sign. My mom knows her mom very well. I'm not ready to lose her. I'M NOT! She's the only grandma that I love, that I believe, we all love very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How could she do this to us? Why such hypocrites? Same goes to my cousins too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm sad to see my mom cry... She's terribly hurt. Poor mom... I just had to let my brother know. Glad to have my Aunt from Malaysia to call us, to let us know. I pity my mom. Really. She ate her dinner with tears running down her cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now where is my grandmother?! WHERE IS SHE?!&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/7115178-4200075038459285081?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4200075038459285081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4200075038459285081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5192662096046159302</id><published>2011-05-15T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:48:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing is not failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've lost it once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't want to lose it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will not lose it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The most valued possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can't get back what is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can't turn back time to what was done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I've left are my valuables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I don't plan to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm keeping them safe, saving it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For it will serve a meaning in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It will be better appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if you feel me in my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So stop there and let me correct it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5192662096046159302?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5192662096046159302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5192662096046159302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-reason-why.html' title='Losing is not failure'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8236376351643594231</id><published>2011-05-14T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:26:03.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep this episode in a bottle</title><content type='html'>Every action has a motive. &lt;div&gt;I'm afraid. Afraid of being used again and taken advantage of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate what I'm feeling right now but as usual, I'm just gonna bottle it up and let it take a toll on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happened to poker face or strong facade?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to get it out of my system but I really can't because it's such a sensitive issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I really feel that I'm walking down the same old path and it scares me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder if your actions are of pure intentions or merely tests or whatever-else-it-may-be. No, I'm not being insecure. I'm just paranoid for the hard times I went through. I don't want to go through it again. Basically, my fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate the state that I'm in coz there's so much things somehow oscillating on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just fuck it and sleep it off. That's all I can do now before I break down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm damaged goods for all to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now who would ever want to be with me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7115178-8236376351643594231?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8236376351643594231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8236376351643594231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-keep-this-episode-in-bottle.html' title='I keep this episode in a bottle'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-826210904946363667</id><published>2011-05-14T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:11:35.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping me alive and living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have finally received my &lt;b&gt;DIPLOMA! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The future is now but I still couldn't see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I could see what's written for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I can always change my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Control circumstances, don't let it control you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad that he was there even though he didn't witness the ceremony and I like the way my parents and him ice-break and stuff. It's just nice to look at. I didn't realise until now that I actually left him alone with my dad for a while. GUILTY! He did great and now that the relationship is publicly known to my parents, we gotta work on the rules aye... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This emotion that I feel deep inside, I can't fathom, can't seem to comprehend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to lose him, I know I will survive but I don't think I could find a replacement because when I was having Pissed at Men's Syndrome, he turned my ship back to shore. Sometimes I wonder how life would be if I haven't met him. Will I still be in that depressed state? Will I still be crying to sleep every night? Will I ever move on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yes, I've moved on and so I'm moving on with you, Fadli.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simply can't take my mind off you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you feel me in my bones?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-826210904946363667?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/826210904946363667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/826210904946363667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeping-me-alive-and-living.html' title='Keeping me alive and living.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1046343682416059082</id><published>2011-05-08T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:10:12.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there's you, I found home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm lost for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You left me speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The look in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to hold you tight and not let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't make empty promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so hear the words that I don't speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Listen to it and you'll know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You don't need to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You don't need to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're human so as I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So don't say you're sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let me let you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;More than words to show you feel.&lt;br /&gt;More than actions to show you real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If the future is for our taking, make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As for me, I'm happy and contented to be accepted as I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm just embracing the moment with loads of appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A little too fast don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You are a gift you are my bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Taking you by the hand, don't lead me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wanna walk with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1046343682416059082?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1046343682416059082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1046343682416059082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-theres-you-i-found-home.html' title='Where there&apos;s you, I found home.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8504864659759040915</id><published>2011-05-05T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T02:04:31.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive but mostly dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I think about it, reflecting on my nightmare, it tells me one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I take it as a message from the almighty and his advise is for me to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like what my mom has been telling me, there's no need for therapy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just keep praying and be near to Allah S.W.T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's true that "unseen wounds" can only be cured with prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With the addition of determination to make oneself better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;God is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's weird that I woke up but I kept wanting to go back to sleep earlier today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My body literally don't want me to get up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hence, my conclusion was as mentioned above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was not exactly a nightmare but I knew it was tryna tell me something about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What came to mind was something or somebody wants or gonna sabotage me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have no idea but I'll be wary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So my off days are spent catching up with sleep and strumming the guitar also getting ticked off by some people. Note to self: What's the point of you going online when you don't talk to people Nat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tu Me Manques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8504864659759040915?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8504864659759040915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8504864659759040915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/alive-but-mostly-dead.html' title='Alive but mostly dead.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4827357999518047835</id><published>2011-05-01T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:55:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both have our issues and troubles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm putting it all behind me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To give my all and to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prisoners of war, deep within ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll haunt us and will not rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fight to win is for our taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To succumb is a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With that little thought stained at the back of your mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mind keeps questioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been this sad and disappointed but I'll get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling myself to keep an open mind about things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't aim too high for something that you can't achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appreciate and be thankful of what you have now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The term "put others before self"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't read it literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4827357999518047835?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4827357999518047835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4827357999518047835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my world'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6169501505962557190</id><published>2011-04-28T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:51:11.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I'm all alone, upon my daily reflection, I'm always at my breaking point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Most of the time I can hold it back. Apparently, I'm at my weakest right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's just so hard for me. Life's too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm devastated. Sometimes, I just feel that I'm not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Words are at the tip of my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just haven't found the courage to tell them, especially my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't want to cry in front of her again coz I know I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She's been encouraging me to look forward and leave the past behind while learning from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One will wait but will not wait forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I'll keep an open mind, to give my all, let the red carpet roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When tears can only do so much...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6169501505962557190?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6169501505962557190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6169501505962557190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/devastated.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3649116185954596264</id><published>2011-04-27T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:06:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Prince, his hero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSGZNi6mNWE/Tc6Yh9C3D4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/U_PTzfbP874/s1600/IMG20110326_011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-PSGZNi6mNWE/Tc6Yh9C3D4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/U_PTzfbP874/s320/IMG20110326_011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606586295212511106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suck at surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suck at almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm glad you enjoyed your time at USS as much as I did, with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was meant to be a surprise but heck, the surprise got blurted out a week early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy to see you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So now I'm taking the leap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm taking chances.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold on to me as I regain repose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exposing the different colours of my clothes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY FADLI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're not alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3649116185954596264?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3649116185954596264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3649116185954596264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/frog-prince-his-hero.html' title='Frog Prince, his hero?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSGZNi6mNWE/Tc6Yh9C3D4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/U_PTzfbP874/s72-c/IMG20110326_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1198762015845830906</id><published>2011-04-20T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:18:31.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be alive</title><content type='html'>I'm finally feeling better and I hope that this time, I'm recovering for good.&lt;div&gt;It really suck to live a life being sick or always fall sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did it all began? For those who know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the pain that can't be seen can only be cured with one method, and one method only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As a woman, we must be strong and be independent." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my mom and I love her for being such a strong, smart and wise woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone I look up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the urge to let her know about a special someone but I'm afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to hide anything from her. I want her to know, I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's at the tip of my lips but I just can't say it. Not the right time yet, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, the right time will never come unless you take that step to make it the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I actually read my tweets all the way to the first one back in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed a lot of typos. Duh! I diagnosed myself with typo-itis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the embarrassing ones about him. I mean I didn't think he would read all of those. But what is there to be embarrassed about right? Those are my thoughts and feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us are humans, we need exit points to express our emotion be it positive or negative ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let it go, let it be a learning experience and look forward &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;because the past don't matter anymore."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always remember that Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best not to forget my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1198762015845830906?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1198762015845830906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1198762015845830906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-be-alive.html' title='To be alive'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5731823267822770010</id><published>2011-04-17T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:57:39.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When pain strikes, I'm as good as dead.</title><content type='html'>I'd rather be in a coma and not feel pain if I can never feel better. I don't want to be a burden or make anyone worry.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; All I want is my life back, being fcking fit and healthy, rarely fall sick. Life is just hard right now but I know I gotta put up a strong face and look fine.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I can't stand this pain on my head anymore. It's been two days after months of "peace". I feel like going to A&amp;E once again. It seems to gonna explode any time soon. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Dad is not home when I need him the most right now. At least massage my head so that I can stop crying in pain. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5731823267822770010?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5731823267822770010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5731823267822770010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-pain-strikes-i-as-good-as-dead.html' title='When pain strikes, I&amp;#39;m as good as dead.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1605866345636594620</id><published>2011-04-08T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T03:02:08.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna live a life from a new perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And as I reflect on my past, all my life, what I do is to help people, putting others before myself. &lt;/span&gt;Yet, I had to go through shits. I had to die to be alive. It's like reincarnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But what is life without challenges? Because only when we are challenged, we are able to learn from our mistakes and rectify them. It saddens me that I have failed to save myself but I'm pleased that with all the hardships I was put into, I saved many, making a difference in their lives. At least, I understand where they're coming from and how hard things may affect them even though how small the matter could be. My words may be harsh sometimes but my intentions are pure. And I gotta thank god for saving me and loving me. I just need more blessings in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be told that I've become a significance in their lives give me the sense of motivation to do better, to be a better person. I feel blessed to be appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To live each day with a will for a better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To live each day to be a better person and a better daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mom, I'll be there with you for dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And dad, I'll be by your side like how you had my back when I needed a hand to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's my turn now.&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/7115178-1605866345636594620?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1605866345636594620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1605866345636594620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-live-life-from-new-perspective.html' title='I wanna live a life from a new perspective'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7089801116853041927</id><published>2011-04-08T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:50:41.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You broke the barriers I've put up with a hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Somehow, moving on seems fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To embrace every moment to feel alive yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With you, everything feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You could be the last person I wanna fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But who am I to determine fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I appreciate your presence knowing that you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wanna make you feel special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To show you what I can't express. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Misery" on repeat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Such a beautiful bliss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-7089801116853041927?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7089801116853041927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7089801116853041927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8548577954169048725</id><published>2011-04-03T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T03:22:59.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded and scarred, you mend my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've never had so much difficulty parting ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You gave me hope to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I should be the one thanking you for saving me from this jagged hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You took my breath away with your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could fall asleep in your arms for the warmth of your hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Through your eyes and down to your heart, I'd walk the mile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To witness sincerity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I didn't want to risk breaking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm taking a risk for a break through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now that I'm falling, will you catch me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All that I need...&lt;/span&gt;&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/7115178-8548577954169048725?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8548577954169048725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8548577954169048725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/04/wounded-and-scarred-you-mend-my-heart.html' title='Wounded and scarred, you mend my heart.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8064246352611866689</id><published>2011-03-31T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:47:33.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>I know i had a hell of a past. &lt;br/&gt; And i dont freaking need to be reminded of it.  &lt;br/&gt; You think i want all that to happen to me? &lt;br/&gt; I didnt even know what it was when it occurred.  &lt;br/&gt; All i know is that i fought to be freed but to no avail.  &lt;br/&gt; Here i am, coping and you had to make me think of it by the words you use.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Im learning to trust again but it sucks to be in my position where ppl just forgot that I have feelings and how greatly affected i am of history.  &lt;br/&gt; Now tell me how am I supposed to move on from the phase of moving on?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I don't want the past to affect the present. Fck it laaa! My parents already warned me that the scar will last forever. But who cares right? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; When I feel that the path im taking is similar, I'll be very cautious. But who cares right?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm hurt but who cares right? &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8064246352611866689?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8064246352611866689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8064246352611866689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/hurt_31.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3479014429880320763</id><published>2011-03-30T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:04:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing starts at home.</title><content type='html'>Applying all the knowledge I've learnt in school to nurse my dad. I'm worried for him.  Mom calls me a doctor. Glad to have a sharing session with my mom. She was a science student. So it's gonna be easy to work with her to follow up on my dad's diet. My dad is another gundu old man. Haiyaahh... quit taking honey damn it! No wonder his blood sugar level is high. I feel like I'm his parent, lecturing him on his crazy intake of sugar and caffeine. OMG! Nursing him is not gonna be easy. Mom told me her cousin lose her legs due to diabetes. GOSH! That's scary shit man! Don't want that to happen to my dad. Glaucuma, cataract, high blood sugar level and high cholestrol are enough to make my head spin.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Next week is gonna be hectic! Dad's operation and its aftermath. This is where I step in. I need to take control of the situation. Be a good sister and daughter as well. Can't let my mom do every household chores and attend to my dad right? She's only human.  And as told by my dad's silat trainer, "daughters have the responsibility towards her father while the sons have the reponsibility towards his mother". &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Win. Win. Discipline." - AKLTG &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I pray that the operation will be a success. I want my dad to see me on stage, holding the diploma certificate on my Graduation Ceremony. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3479014429880320763?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3479014429880320763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3479014429880320763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/nursing-starts-at-home.html' title='Nursing starts at home.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-830536745516074721</id><published>2011-03-27T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:05:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing it like a man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if things are what it's like instead of what it seems like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And each day, I live to fight this fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When my instinct tells me something is not right, something IS not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm always looking for answers. Hence, you can say that I think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My heart feels heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My thoughts are running wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's it! I need to be there on the 8th and have a one-on-one talk with the Doctor about my dad's condition. Call me the health conscious freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need to plan my finance ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For once, I just wanna live in peace with nothing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Breaking me all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These flashbacks, those fcking dreams, it's freaking me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-830536745516074721?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/830536745516074721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/830536745516074721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/facing-it-like-man.html' title='Facing it like a man.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5104371282204426259</id><published>2011-03-23T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:24:45.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good news to lighten up the stress.</title><content type='html'>What am I supposed to feel?&lt;div&gt;I realise that I always have trouble moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always fail to make a breakthrough at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what I want. I know what I need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gees know what my heart is saying and how my mind is complicating things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I still have that fear in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading Gees blog brought a smile to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're giving me all the support and courage that I need to move on, to take that leap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears of joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just checked my school e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially graduating. Alhamdulillah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of the the tension, my fear and everything else has come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can breathe now. Syukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5104371282204426259?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5104371282204426259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5104371282204426259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-news-to-lighten-up-stress.html' title='A good news to lighten up the stress.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-881271596970946082</id><published>2011-03-23T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:11:04.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me...</title><content type='html'>I don't fcking care! I can't sleep with this troubled mind. Uurrrgghhh!!!! I need to express myself and so I'm gonna spam my blog. The antidepressants are right in front of me and this temptation is making me go bonkers. *Knock self with hammer* &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; BGR, it's just a status. Aren't I right? The most important thing is how and what you feel. It's that emotion. Tell me the honest truth.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm not someone who gets paranoid over such petty things. I'm just not at ease for the situation that I'm not clear of. This glass is clouded by too much mist.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I believe he is sincere. Everything he said, his actions speak for his words but who am I to determine all that after all that's been said?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I seriously don't feel good at all. Is it just me or are things just !!!!!!!!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Do I really deserve someone like him? He really don't want to take back his words? Am I dreaming or is this reality? It all seemed too good to be true. A blockbuster life!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm losing it damn it! Someone slap me please... slap me back to my senses.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sometimes, all a person need is reassurance. &lt;br/&gt; So reassure me that you're not forcing yourself to hang around. You don't have to if you don't want to. Imma disappointment faggot. Aren't I right?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; See.. it's always when I want to take that chance to move forward, it's either history bothers me or something just don't let me get to it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; On the contrary, I've been having dreams about him for like 2 weeks straight? What? Is that supposed to make me feel any better? But why do I still feel this way? To feel terribly uneasy. SOMETHING IS JUST NOT RIGHT!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-881271596970946082?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/881271596970946082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/881271596970946082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/tell-me.html' title='Tell me...'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8517636039102781004</id><published>2011-03-23T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:29:29.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for an exit point.</title><content type='html'>When the gees collide, it's all about the remedy of the broken hearted souls. We sang out loud and just let loose.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Trees on the eyes" &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; *slap my brain hard* &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I had to make a move at 9 coz I need to visit my only grandfather I grew up having. Poor Atuk... he fell last week on the way home after Friday prayers. Glad that he's aware of the situation and know how to fall. Otherwise, he could have hit his head on the ground. That would be damn fcked up. Take care Atuk. Do get well soon. I have a soft spot for my loved ones. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I guess with my newly cut fringe, I look more chinese than ever! My grandfather didn't recognise me when I went to his room. Story of my life... Relatives don't know I exist until my parents intro me to them or whenever I'm with close family members/relatives.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I don't fcking care. I'd rather grow old alone and take care of my parents. I was only fcking turning 18 when my life was ruin. And now, I'm only fcking turning 20 and I have major responsibilities. I am just beginning to cope with accepting myself. GOSH!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Results are out! I'm fcking scared to even on my laptop to check it out. Final GPA. Choking on the air I breathe, suffocating.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Current situation is a mess and I'm being paranoid. CALM YOUR TITS WOMAN! CALM YOUR TITS!  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br&gt;And for the whole week of work without any off days, to walk on my excruciatingly painful feets, only today I noticed blood stains on the sole of my toes. WTF?!&lt;/br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; If I could have one wish, I'd make everyone deaf for a minute just to scream my lungs out.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8517636039102781004?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8517636039102781004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8517636039102781004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/searching-for-exit-point.html' title='Searching for an exit point.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6157478001131880967</id><published>2011-03-22T05:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T05:47:43.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a doctor to bring me back to life.</title><content type='html'>Halo - Beyonce &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Remember those walls I built  &lt;br/&gt; Well, baby they're tumbling down  &lt;br/&gt; And they didn't even put up a fight  &lt;br/&gt; They didn't even make up a sound  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "I found a way to let you in  &lt;br/&gt; But I never really had a doubt  &lt;br/&gt; Standing in the light of your halo  &lt;br/&gt; I got my angel now  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "It's like I've been awakened  &lt;br/&gt; Every rule I had you breakin  &lt;br/&gt; It's the risk that I'm takin  &lt;br/&gt; I ain't never gonna shut you out  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Everywhere I'm looking now  &lt;br/&gt; I'm surrounded by your embrace  &lt;br/&gt; Baby I can see your halo  &lt;br/&gt; You know you're my saving grace &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "You're everything I need and more  &lt;br/&gt; It's written all over your face  &lt;br/&gt; Baby I can feel your halo  &lt;br/&gt; Pray it won't fade away  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Hit me like a ray of sun  &lt;br/&gt; Burning through my darkest night  &lt;br/&gt; You're the only one that I want  &lt;br/&gt; Think I'm addicted to your light  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "I swore I'd never fall again  &lt;br/&gt; But this don't even feel like falling  &lt;br/&gt; Gravity can't forget  &lt;br/&gt; To pull me back to the ground again &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Feels like I've been awakened  &lt;br/&gt; Every rule I had you breakin  &lt;br/&gt; The risk that I'm takin  &lt;br/&gt; I'm never gonna shut you out  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Everywhere I'm looking now  &lt;br/&gt; I'm surrounded by your embrace  &lt;br/&gt; Baby I can see your halo  &lt;br/&gt; You know you're my saving grace  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "You're everything I need and more  &lt;br/&gt; It's written all over your face  &lt;br/&gt; Baby I can feel your halo  &lt;br/&gt; Pray it won't fade away &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; Halo, halo  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Everywhere I'm looking now  &lt;br/&gt; I'm surrounded by your embrace  &lt;br/&gt; Baby I can see your halo  &lt;br/&gt; You know you're my saving grace &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "You're everything I need and more  &lt;br/&gt; It's written all over your face  &lt;br/&gt; Baby I can feel your halo  &lt;br/&gt; Pray it won't fade away  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can feel your halo halo halo  &lt;br/&gt; I can see your halo halo halo" &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's never about words. It's not about what you say. It's what you mean. I'm sure you mean what you said. And I'm thankful. Really appreciate it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I never put my hopes so high. Never even hoped. I'm keeping an open mind and always prepare myself for goodbye so that when that happens, it wouldn't hurt so bad...  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm gonna be in silence for a while. I'm giving you time to absorb the situation and think about it. Do what you feel is right. Honestly, I didn't have any intention to trap you or whatsoever. It's not easy for me to live my life this way. Some things are better left unsaid but I've said it all. Coz to me, a healthy relationship starts with trust which comes from honesty.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Honest truth... Ugly truth... Put me last. Prioritise what you have to do now. Do get yourself settled on a nice place that you can call home. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You know how to reach me should you need anything. I'll always be that friend that you can turn to.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6157478001131880967?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6157478001131880967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6157478001131880967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-need-doctor-to-bring-me-back-to-life.html' title='I need a doctor to bring me back to life.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1450933814094918987</id><published>2011-03-21T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:20:27.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless and in great disbelief.</title><content type='html'>I don't mind if you don't mind... &lt;br/&gt; My heart has always said yes. It's just me thinking too much about this situation right now.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I wanted to just go with the flow and forget everything but it kills me inside to hide something sooo MAJOR!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's unfair that I was all out honest in my first relationship and when finally I'm moving on, I had to keep a secret and he had to ask if I have any.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm just afraid... afraid that he would judge me differently. I'm still in a state of great disbelief for the words that he uttered. Did I hear it correctly? Are those words real and not an illusion?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But after I disclosed my life to him? Really? I'm speechless! Things just seem too good to be true.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I really hate my life. I failed one of God's challenge thus, my confidence and determination depleted. BEEN HAVING A HARD TIME DEALING WITH ACCEPTANCE. I know I gotta accept myself as I am and live my life till the end of time. God is great. I thank God for all the wonderful things he's given me despite these setbacks.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I don't want to hold back my tears anymore. I don't want to cry. It's stupid and pointless. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; All I want to say is that I want to move on. I want to move on with you coz you make me feel brand new, helping me to forget my sorrows. I admit I'm afraid and I feel ashamed. I'm swallowing my guts, gathering the confidence I've left to stand before you, to look at you in the eye... I'm taking a chance. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If I could let my emotion speak, I'd mail it to you instead of speaking for it.  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1450933814094918987?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1450933814094918987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1450933814094918987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/speechless-and-in-great-disbelief.html' title='Speechless and in great disbelief.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3348830889535020680</id><published>2011-03-19T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:38:17.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disbelief</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a chance. &lt;br/&gt; A chance to finally move on. &lt;br/&gt; To put the past behind and not let it bother the present. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I gotta thank Nina and Fae for the encouragement and to have them put sense to my brain to clear the fog.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yet, it seemed so unreal! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Well... my dad is scheduled for an eye operation on 8th April. I wanna be there for him. I will be. I pray that everything will go smooth and that he's able to see with his two eyes. Living half blind won't be easy.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm just worried. I worry how things will be thereafter. I know I gotta help my mom to take care of him. I wonder how he's gonna cope with life, work and drive. Even right now, he's depending on only one eye.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Be strong dad. I believe in you.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3348830889535020680?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3348830889535020680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3348830889535020680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/disbelief.html' title='Disbelief'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8494545933683397151</id><published>2011-03-06T14:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:48:12.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy of a broken soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Le Baroque virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Decided to tag along to listen to Shagies play for the first time and at the same time to give Nina some moral support facing the love of her life. Also, for myself, I just wanna indulge into music. My remedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nina has always describe how great the band is and when I finally listened to them myself, it was I-can't-find-the-words-to-describe-how-awesome-they-are. They played all the best songs! Very well too! I've become a fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I stepped into a bar for live music and the band. I hate the crowd coz it literally freaked me out. I was approached by a guy to dance with him while I was on the dancefloor doing my thing. I have no idea how many times he asked but I declined from the start even though he was polite to start a conversation. I'm not there to dance with anyone. There's only one person I'll save the dance for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There were a lot of drunkards and it's really a sore to the eyes watching old people grinding and stuff. We didn't dance for long. Spent most of the time at our seats and interacting with the band when they were around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At least there was this one nice Australian dude, Bryan/Brian, who happened to walk pass when I was all alone coz Nina had to attend to our unwell friend, Nadia, for women problems. He was really friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dude: &lt;i&gt;"Why so sad darling? Tomorrow's gonna come by and it's gonna be a beautiful day.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I can do was just smile and kept playing with the flame and the cherry stalk. How depressing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I startled a lot especially when this particular old man with a moustache like a brush! REALLY! It was so damn thick! HAHA! Anyhoo... I'm not sure if he was drunk but he just stood by my side and gave me a sinister-pedophilic-smile? I was like moving away from my seat and I think he thought I was giving him the space to sit. WRONG MESSAGE! As soon as I realise, I moved the stool along with me, nearer to Nadia. He was touchy! I've got goosebumps! &lt;/span&gt;Nadia got the worse experience from him. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Abang Globe, one of the band members, just looked at our direction. &lt;/span&gt;During their break, he asked me what that old man wanted. While I was alone, he came to me twice and I was literally shivering and I was on the verge of tears coz I was really scared. Lucky to have this Kakak who was behind that man to comfort me. The security guard were there for us too. That's a relief. Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why but I kept chanting his name&lt;/i&gt;. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've always been afraid to step into a bar or club because of all this nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will never club! NOOO.... And I'm not sure if I'd ever go there again. But I like to listen to Shagies play. It's mind blowing! I was really really wowed by Yani when he sang "She's Gone" by Steelheart. I was literally going like OMG! POWER SIOL DEKNI TARIK! CB! Hands down man! Hands down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more depressing is knowing Ari's NSmate who wanted to get to know me and even use me?! WTH?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once again, tell your boys I'm attached to a lady, named Fadina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?! A TOY IS IT?! FUNFAIR?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Breathe Nat. Breathe.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why are there people who look at me that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It saddens me and I feel so dirty. Hmmmmfffff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And all that was on my mind was you and only you... yes, throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Listening to the songs they played made me miss you more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I wonder if you'll wait for me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8494545933683397151?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8494545933683397151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8494545933683397151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/remedy-of-broken-soul.html' title='Remedy of a broken soul'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8420847982489529174</id><published>2011-03-05T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:21:35.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have my hello</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I looked back when we parted. In fact, twice. And it's since we first met.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; When I looked at him in the eye, I feel him in my bones. That sorrow, emptiness. I don't know but that's what I felt. I know he's strong and I have faith that things will be alright for him. Soon... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I've never felt so strongly for someone and I've never been so sure of what this feeling is. With him, everything seems so clear.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Though I feel not worthy of anything, he showed me that there's still hope. And I really appreciate that.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hey, I know you're gonna read this. I just want you to know that I'll be here for you. If that was tears in your eyes that I see, just let it flow.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Casper, the Knight in glittering armour.  &lt;br/&gt; I wanna hug you and not let go.  &lt;br/&gt; This is not me at all coz I miss you so. &lt;br/&gt; I've never missed someone right after we parted. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; When I say hello, I don't intend to say goodbye.&lt;br&gt;So don't look at me like it's for the last time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8420847982489529174?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8420847982489529174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8420847982489529174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-have-my-hello_05.html' title='You have my hello'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2344723774350186542</id><published>2011-03-03T22:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:14:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You found me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unsettled mind yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It seems that I always come home to receive bad news. Mom just updated me about Dad's eye check-up. It's bad. He has cataract on his cornea and one of his eye nerve is damaged. I really am freaking worried right now. I know I may be thinking too much but knowing that the NERVE of his EYE, even one of it is DAMAGED, and from the way my mom described the Doctor's reaction and careful thoughts, it's really a BIG ISSUE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLE IN HIS EYE?! WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh God.. Please let my dad be alright. I don't want to see him unwell and suffering... :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then I read his blog post again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm saddened and I can't help but to cry it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can feel his sincerity in my bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've never come across someone like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've never had someone who feel so deeply or care so much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;His words really strike me hard and the thoughts of losing someone like him hurts. I have no idea to why I feel as such but I think... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I ever find peace again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I ever feel happy again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I ever forget my sorrows and the troubles that haunt my mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I ever see that light of hope?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When he's gone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I ever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't want to look back and ponder over things, regretting something I could have done or say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that I will regret and feel utterly miserable if I keep it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This hurt I feel, killing me inside, the last time I felt this way was back in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It took me 2 years to confess to a guy via e-mail that I liked him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I felt good about it thereafter, not expecting anything in return though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I've lost the courage to do that. I know he knows I'm having issues with myself for my history. I hope he knows how much he meant to me for making me feel brand new all the time. The last thing I wanna do is hurt him. I'd rather he hurt me because I'd rather feel hurt than nothing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My feelings for him is growing stronger each day and I can't fight it anymore. I guess it's time to take a chance and move along with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes Ahfad.. I really like you a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really appreciate your honesty. I'm not freaked out by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm really glad you are the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's the reassurance from you that kept the fire of hope lighted up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I find your thinking-out-loud is kinda cute and acknowledge an awareness from my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if we end up being friends, we are already friends and I know I wouldn't wanna lose you coz you're a friend to keep.. If you ever think you have nothing, always remember that you have me. &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/7115178-2344723774350186542?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2344723774350186542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2344723774350186542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-found-me.html' title='You found me'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4638898544019546939</id><published>2011-03-03T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:57:05.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight Sonata</title><content type='html'>You're always on my mind. You ought to know that i feel the same way.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yes, you've tried and you've succeed. Troubles and sorrow forgotten whenever I'm with you. Though, i know myself too well that it's at the back of my mind waiting to strike me hard and eventually break you. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This heart of purest intentions don't wanna hurt. I'm just being cautious.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Conflicting thoughts and emotion.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If I could, I'd risk it all to return you the favor of telling but I've lost the courage to do so.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Not only you read these words. &lt;br/&gt; You listen to the silence that I speak. &lt;br/&gt; You understood this agony while I'm falling for you.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4638898544019546939?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4638898544019546939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4638898544019546939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/moonlight-sonata.html' title='Moonlight Sonata'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2818973519835785367</id><published>2011-03-02T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:11:48.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just too good to be true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every life has a story to tell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every tell has a story to life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Falling for me will only break you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;coz things are too good to be true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, I'm afraid too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fearful thought of leading you right through my bones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone is messed up for the pages we wrote in history.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In our own way, judging ourselves harshly for not deserving what we truly deserve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every single day, I fight this feeling &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to deny the fact that I'm falling for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These walls I built is losing its strength.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coz nothing really matters &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when I've got nothing left to give.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'll cage this emotion &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it eat me up inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So just stand there where I can see you from where I'm hiding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-2818973519835785367?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2818973519835785367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2818973519835785367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-just-too-good-to-be-true.html' title='You&apos;re just too good to be true.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-909913621666704933</id><published>2011-03-02T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:45:29.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARANOID</title><content type='html'>What I hate about flu is not being able to breathe properly in my sleep. Sighss... watery eyes and stinging sensation. Think I'm gonna be down with fever any time soon. It's been a long time.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Kinda paranoid now. I googled sake which is japanese rice wine and I just can't help but to debate with myself. I'm really curious about its content. Is there alcohol in it or is there not?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; "Breaking down of starch to sugar and sugar to alcohol simultaneously" &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So is it alcohol or fake alcohol from the rice?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Mentally disturbed. I've never put alcohol in my mouth and never will. Tell me it's fine. Please... I need peace. I'm scared... Guilty conscious. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Oh God.. forgive me if that was alcohol I consumed even just two sips. Totally didn't cross my mind. What can one expect from rice extract? Do show me a sign that it's not what I think it is from what I read.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; In a deep state of confusion right now. Hugging chipmunk to sleep hoping to make me feel better.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-909913621666704933?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/909913621666704933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/909913621666704933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/03/paranoid.html' title='PARANOID'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2031621990964822807</id><published>2011-02-27T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:15:19.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't a rebel.</title><content type='html'>Peace is not at home. I hate it when I finally got the peace I need and she had to take it away from me. I just don't comprehend her actions. I always have the urge to run away from home. But I can't do that. It's not right. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's not like I come home late everyday. It's not like I get to meet my friends every single day. And she had to nag about it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You can't compare your time and my time. That was then. This is now. You cannot treat me like how you were.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE AWAY MY LIFE THEN?!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Words are not enough to express whatever that's contained in this very soul. &lt;br/&gt; These tears I shed, I can't explain.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-2031621990964822807?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2031621990964822807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2031621990964822807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-ain-rebel.html' title='I ain&amp;#39;t a rebel.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5655504980237182981</id><published>2011-02-26T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:01:33.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is virtue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTUR6hCIoXOqkj9HzyYacd3l8vYkrNptGO_iGw4XQepRHMGnLdw" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;12th April. Mark that date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Coz you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;THE SCRIPT IS COMING TO SG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; They're gonna perform LIVE at Fort Canning Park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tix at $98.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I told myself this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If The Script is ever gonna put on a show in SG, I will definitely go!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is the moment I've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll work my ass off for March's pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Settle everything and spend the balance on the tix!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;GOSH! And it's only been 4 days. I've clocked 40 hours. If my calculation is correct, I can earn at least 1k per month. For a part-timer, that's a lot.  But then again, it's not fully halal and I'm &lt;b&gt;guilty conscious.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's the weekend! I'm done with the cold beverage training. Next week, it's hot beverage! More coffee and tasting profile. I have low tolerance for coffee but I love the job. BARISTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not a customer service counter neither a caller officer. Can yall be independent? Only come find me when yall need something. What do you think I am? I don't see any appreciation at all.. Work your brains! Don't depend on mine. I've got too much on my mind already. I can't do &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; for you. Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Korg susah cari aku ahh... Aku susah cari sape? Susah senang sendiri tanggung! FCK LAAAA! The world don't revolve around you and only you. GROW UP! Learn the meaning of earning. &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/7115178-5655504980237182981?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5655504980237182981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5655504980237182981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is virtue.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1108114450940715866</id><published>2011-02-24T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:52:03.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Third day of work was HECTIC! I need a foot massage already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Spin and Twist and deliver breakfast to HSBC building via "bus" service 11 (which were our legs). I'm just too shag and my Manager made me Vanilla Latte. It was really nice. I had to write down the taste profile of the drinks. I swear I've never had so much coffee to drink in a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Stomach ache = hourly toilet break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm a lil sensitive to coffee especially when I was given 4 different types to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WOOOOOH! It was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sunberry Iced Tea was refreshing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, inspite of the busy lunch hour, it was indeed peaceful until the moment I reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tell me, which parent is so inconsiderate to shout at their child without clarifying nicely? That's the thing about my Mom. She doesn't know how to clarify things nicely with me. I'm sick of being treated like a kid. I'm turning 20 for goodness sake! You don't need to shout over small matters and make a big fuss about it. Come on.. the outstanding school fees is only 3 freaking bucks! It's normal that they always have problem with my Giro. Eventually, everything will be settled. I know what to do lahh please. Just send them e-mail and make noise can already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; I know my responsibilities. I'm working my ass off to manage my time doing 2 part-time jobs and 1 freelance job. I'm taking responsibility for the bloody mistake I made. And I have already set a date to settle everything by end of March. After that, everything's gonna be fine. I've got enough stress to cope with. Just let me do what I do best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After all, &lt;i&gt;"to fail to plan is to plan to fail"&lt;/i&gt;. My plans are already working. I just want her to open her eyes to realise the amount of effort I'm putting to put everything to an end. I'm no longer naive. And what's wrong to listen to the "promoters" talking about investment and medishield and stuff like that? You already know about it but you're not educating me about it in detail. At least when I sit down and listen, I know what's happening and I'm clear of what they offer so in the near future, I can just say yes to them. This is called preparation for adulthood. And then you go "Kasi skolah pandai-pandai tetap bodoh". There's too many things I don't know and I don't want to be naive and fall for con men anymore. Can't you see I'm exposing myself to all these stuff? It's not that I don't inquire. In fact, I asked a lot of questions and make them repeat just to clarify things over and over again to make sure I understood every single thing that was conveyed to me. Why I'm naive is because you kept me naive thus shit happens. It's important that I learn now and not be kept naive further Mother. Otherwise, I'll be more stupid right?! PFFFTTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now tell me, is it wrong that I asked my friend if she happens to have the money she owe me? I didn't demand for it. I apologised before I inquired. Well, the blame is still pushed to me. I mean it's okay if she don't have it now. I'll find ways to get the amount for whatever I need to pay for. I won't go borrowing money from people. I won't go so low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, we similarly have our own problems to settle. The difference between you and I, at least I'm putting in effort. I don't see you making your words into action. Still the same old story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Push the blame to me okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A sponge can only absorb so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just wait till the day I snap.&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/7115178-1108114450940715866?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1108114450940715866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1108114450940715866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-words.html' title='What are words?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5545996246097151721</id><published>2011-02-20T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:43:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonkers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I SWEAR ALL I WANNA DO RIGHT NOW IS SCREAM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M LOSING MY FOCUS .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M LOSING MY MIND.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;My right eye is in pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;My head is in throbbing pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I gotta pull myself together and channel this negative emotion away to I-DON'T-KNOW-WHERE! I gotta be stronger than this! I really need the Hitler in me that I've lost. Where are you alter ego?! APPEAR NOW! I need you right now... Badly...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to explore an unknown place and get lost there where nobody can find me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Utterly miserable...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5545996246097151721?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5545996246097151721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5545996246097151721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/bonkers.html' title='Bonkers!'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3722838782668293444</id><published>2011-02-20T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:37:29.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeping silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Coffee + Hashbrown for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Redbull + Fillet O Fish for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Inhale the surrounding smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SHAG AND FREAKING HIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My tummy hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I make myself more high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow to end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;INSANITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want to drift away with the wave of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly up high in the night sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I not study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Somebody punch me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I NEED MOTIVATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Imma miserable fcked up crazy-head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*STONE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anti-depressants? Again? Hmmm....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3722838782668293444?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3722838782668293444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3722838782668293444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/weeping-silence.html' title='Weeping silence'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2808375548123937935</id><published>2011-02-20T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:39:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock! Knock! Who's there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ballerina who loves B-boy was AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love the crowd. Love the crew. Love the view. Love the Theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I MISS BREAKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gotta wake up super early later coz gotta be at Ang Mo Kio by 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My body's aching, my right eye is in pain, and my head is woozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mom tied black thread on my left hand's middle finger coz I'm paranoid about my eye! &lt;/span&gt;BUDAK PENYAKIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have to chiong study for Hematology but I'm just damn beat right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SHAAAAAAAGGGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Had a talk with Hudha just now. Damn it! I really don't know who my true friends are. I mean, they don't seem to respect my privacy? Speculating my personal matter without consulting me. I'm deeply disappointed. There's a reason why I keep things to myself and only resort to those I can trust when I can no longer bottle up this pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What do you think I am?! Can yall put yourselves in my shoes?! What if that were all of you?! You won't like to be the topic of a conversation right?! Especially when it involves personal and sensitive issues! WHHHYYYYYY????!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I need is moral support and this is what I get?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I've had enough pain. I'm shutting myself from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really gotta thank Hudha for keeping her mouth shut and clarify things with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not easy to be in my position where I'm afraid most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't live like this and I think I'm better off dead. &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/7115178-2808375548123937935?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2808375548123937935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2808375548123937935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/knock-knock-whos-there.html' title='Knock! Knock! Who&apos;s there?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6200437704403246929</id><published>2011-02-19T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:22:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scully doesn't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Gi tempat tkde org pakai baju"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Translation, "Go to a place people don't wear clothes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I meant to go to a shop to buy clothes that's not commonly wore by many. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See how wrongly my mind and tongue communicate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Had an awesome time with Wani today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm glad to have made her smile and laugh to my nonsense. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Reminisce the good old secondary school moments and just catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Funny how we only catch up a lot just now while being in the same class for Hematology. &lt;/span&gt;Too stressed up in class I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Did a lot of tutoring to King while Wani benefited from my notes. I'm brain dead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Took me 15 minutes to decipher what I wrote on my notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The word was &lt;b&gt;MESH&lt;/b&gt; which I wrote in "doctor's" handwriting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What came to mind was &lt;b&gt;Meju, Megn, Mesin, Mesi&lt;/b&gt; and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I actually googled them. That is what I call STRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Excited for Ballerina who loves B-boys at &lt;b&gt;Esplanade Theater&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow! *Go crazy!* &lt;/span&gt;I'm really really glad there are people who actually into my cup of tea. All my life, I've always been to shows alone and stuff. REALLY! I hate waiting for people's responses when it took them so long to reply. TSK! Interested or not interested. Yes or No. Why make your choice complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wani Wani Wani... If your boyfriend is going to be insecure and not treat you right, I'll be your boyfriend kay? Prangai Mat Rep ahhh Hady! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say what you mean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mean what you say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu Me Manques&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me butterflies in my stomach. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6200437704403246929?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6200437704403246929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6200437704403246929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/scully-doesnt-know.html' title='Scully doesn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6595890559349433063</id><published>2011-02-17T05:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:40:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Finally! Done with revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All it takes was carrot juice, buttercrunch cookies and V-day cookie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The V-day cookie is sooo nice and sooo big I couldn't finish it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shall savor its sweetness. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sugaaarrrr Ruuussshhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFC-WuG0vqo/TVw-3uGL-4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/nCrFFbf3bKA/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KC7yKhs1xuw/TVw-3RTsL7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/irCkdJmAiuQ/s1600/185596_10150089521334352_697904351_6307533_4224138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KC7yKhs1xuw/TVw-3RTsL7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/irCkdJmAiuQ/s320/185596_10150089521334352_697904351_6307533_4224138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574399558037548978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is how messy I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can be more messy than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFC-WuG0vqo/TVw-3uGL-4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/nCrFFbf3bKA/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574399565765540738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;STRESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have a break, have a Kit Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look at the pimples on my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pop Pop Pop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bloody tissues &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Bladder full of urea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I felt like giving up, all I did was to remind myself how badly I want to excel and not to just pass it. With focus, I completed my revision and I don't know how many times I washed my face to keep myself going! And I'm hungry! I've not been eating for the past two days. Revision do suppress hunger... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the best to all taking Structural Biology paper lataaaaaa~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chiong ahhhhhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6595890559349433063?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6595890559349433063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6595890559349433063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/focus.html' title='FOCUS!'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KC7yKhs1xuw/TVw-3RTsL7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/irCkdJmAiuQ/s72-c/185596_10150089521334352_697904351_6307533_4224138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5381420719048540060</id><published>2011-02-15T02:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:26:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were to be diabetic, would you be my insulin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tell your boys I'm gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and that I'm attached to a lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Her name's Antebellum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everybody's telling me to give a guy a chance to get to know me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why won't you tell me to give MYSELF another chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I need is moral support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14th February 2011, I had my first Valentine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's no need for fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The thought and sincerity, these simplicity is greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't seek for perfection or anything proper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's not what you do, it's the littlest things we do together."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not what you present me with, it's the time that you're willing to spend with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My tongue is tied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had an awesome day with an awesome friend, my valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though things didn't go as planned, everything seem planned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was fun, enjoyable and peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you soooo much for EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's always something new I get to do being around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If I did disappoint you in any way, I apologise... =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzVYmQv-TIg/TVo1Gaf-xfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jAK5M1enARU/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573825873133356530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I not eat that cookie? It's too beautiful and thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't help but to keep reading the card over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The drawings are just so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The chipmunk too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Muc8hMZ_kY/TVmRDvB8YpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3Wq60yPA-Y8/s320/DSCF3214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573645507197952658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've never felt like this for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess it's becoming more apparent to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And that is my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Hamana Hamana Hamana*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5381420719048540060?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5381420719048540060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5381420719048540060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-become-diabetic-would-you.html' title='If I were to be diabetic, would you be my insulin?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzVYmQv-TIg/TVo1Gaf-xfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jAK5M1enARU/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6060715046026544285</id><published>2011-02-13T15:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:34:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Valentine ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuFCGOa3lse5_0uT3btOy8deYZ9NXSxf6DFqkuSu0kHtqw8SOc" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So in the stone age, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;men drag women around by the hair to show their affection?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRUTALITY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Valentine's Day had never cross my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've always never looked forward to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe that's the reason why I forgot someone asked me out on the 14th of Feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I didn't forget actually. More to I didn't keep track of the date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only to realise it's tomorrow, yesterday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thanks for the reminder man. Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When dance took control over my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When my focus is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When stress is hitting on me, HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I feel so bad and damn right guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can always go on another Monday for the interview but he don't mind waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'M SUCH A SPOILER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sorry isn't gonna change anything but I'm really really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQOTRWwDZkvXcMKsHh45LAreYV750cc614lX2Vy_fPa10vx4ytj" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're not disbanded! They've become 2-man-band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love their music and metaphorical lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm addicted to their new single, Ballad of Mona Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I have the urge to do a choreography to a rock song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brendon Urie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Good looks and talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vocalist, guitarist, bassist, pianist, keyboardist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm attracted to men who plays the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;- New Perspective -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6060715046026544285?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6060715046026544285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6060715046026544285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-valentine.html' title='Why Valentine ...'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-9023117398203937770</id><published>2011-02-12T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:58:25.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely lady Lump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXwO4BTQPZTMulI-SRIfk1yu-EFM8EVrM4mEgkxZZ-gZEPVQ4t" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's a little drunk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little tipsy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's lost her mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clouded by misty grey smoke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;puffing her miseries goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to unsee what's plotted on her mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's halfway gone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it's D.I.F! Couldn't go to work coz I wasn't feeling too good. Received a call from recruitexpress in the morning to come for interview. Thereafter, met them Gees to hang. They sang, I stoned, they rehearsed, I stoned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jason bumped into us. He brought me GREAT NEWS! He's that douche's skate-friend. Jason told me he asked him about someone burning his gifts. Jason already knew about it but he didn't say anything. That douche was sad. AWWWHHHH... saddest day of your life huh? TOO BAD!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Sorry isn't gonna change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You bust me upside down and inside out.&lt;br /&gt;I ripped your hopes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HE KNOWS ABOUT THE BURNING CEREMONY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bottom line is, I'm thrilled coz it shows that my message has been made clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Famous question:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why you burn the shoe?" - friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Burn the stuff for wad? They didn't do anything wrong." - Mom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's from him. What was I supposed to do with it? I don't want it around me. Do the math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not a person who'd do this kind of things but the main reason is to just get rid of it and show him that, &lt;i&gt;"Hey, don't be stupid. We can never be together after what you've put me through. Just stop bothering me." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's the only way because I'm abiding to rules imposed. No contact, no nothing. I had my final say and I did it indirectly. I'm much happier now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I saw your transformation on FB. At least you're now a girl."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I all this while huh? Am I not a girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-9023117398203937770?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9023117398203937770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9023117398203937770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-lovely-lady-lump.html' title='My Lovely lady Lump'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1243759297287663702</id><published>2011-02-10T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:49:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A grenade to swallow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sick of being sick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sick of taking medicines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sick of everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I go into a coma already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imma good example of involuntary clinical trial. I'm already on stomach ulcer medication and my mom wants me to try other supplements. She told me not to be too scientific. EXCUSE ME?! I'm studying Biomedical Science and it's not good to self-medicate unless you are sure what you are diagnosed with. Mine is all suspected-this-and-that. I'd rather just stick to the supplements I'm taking now and not other new stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm so stressed up with  my mom! I know she cares a lot but stop feeding me different types of medication. NO, mother, NO! Drugs are not good for the body. It will only bring more damage to one's system. Drugs are temporary remedies. Once you are immune to the dosage, you'll need to increase it and it goes on and on and on. Eventually, one lives to depend on medication. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE THAT WAY! I can argue about this with my mom forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I realised every time when we do finger pricking exercise in lab, at the end of the day, I will be freaking tired and dizzy. Even a few minutes after the pricking exercise, I was already feeling very woozy. We did a lot of educational tests using our own blood and my facilitator suspected me to be anemic. Really? So as I recall my secondary school activities, every time after my 2.4km run, I will go blank. Hyperventilate and just blank. It's weird coz I'm physically fit and very active. I can run and all but the after effect is just a killer. My P.E teacher suspected me to have low blood pressure. And what about my chest pains? I've been getting it since Sec 2? Are they like correlated or something? What's the conclusion? Is there something wrong with my body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really can't be bothered about my health anyway since my parents don't take it seriously. They always come up with reasons by looking on my daily activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I'm just gonna let it pass and see how long this will go on. My stomach is going crazy on me again and maybe one day, when I feel like fainting, I should just let myself faint instead of being in control of the situation. No point talking about it or share my problems anymore. Just don't blame me when I start to keep everything to myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why didn't you tell me your problem? I'm very open-minded. Can talk to me about anything and everything. If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah right. You never did listen to me. You hear it and you cut me every single time. I think the psychologist understands me better than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What are you so depressed about?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sad that you had to ask me that when you've already knew what I'm going through. Haven't you realise how mentally disturbed I am? I just want you to understand me, for once! And quit shouting at me when I'm down... Some day, I hope you will find my blog and read my past entries and tell me that you feel my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; I blamed it all on skateboarding when it wasn't at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I had no one to turn to, I couldn't break my fall.&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/7115178-1243759297287663702?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1243759297287663702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1243759297287663702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/grenade-to-swallow.html' title='A grenade to swallow.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6493447840386510461</id><published>2011-02-09T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:34:29.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death in my sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A day at the library was what I needed. No distractions. Just me, my notebooks and my laptop. Humming Urban Stereo, the songs are just AWESOME! Credits to Ahfad Friskies for introducing me the artiste. My focus was uninterrupted. Thank you Azizul for helping me with some of the problems and the drive home. I like it there at National Library at Bugis. The view was soooo nice! Yes, it was my first time there. I think I'll be going there to study for the whole of next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I got 2 tickets to Chingay this Friday. I have no friend to go with since Hudha is involve in it. After all I'm working till 7 pm on Friday. Thus, I'm giving it away to Ayis since he wants to go. He asked Cik Saba to reserve tickets for him. Apparently she only received my message this morning. How unlucky. I really wanna goooo but I guess it's okaayy... There's still next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For a no school day, I woke up extremely early today. Around 8 plus? And had a shut eye and woke up another 15 mins and went back to sleep and woke up another few minutes or so and finally decided to just lie awake at 9 plus. It's very rare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All thanks to that freaking nightmare! I've never been so tired from work and had the urge to actually sleep. I'm freaking pissed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not even a random dream! I read my prayers every night before I sleep and I've always slept soundly. Once in a while, of course, I do have looney-weird-funny dreams. BUT NOT NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS! I could feel it in my bones. It seemed so real... It was damn right clear and I could hear our conversation. I was screaming for my life, legs running on the air. I can hardly breathe right. Even being half conscious, I remembered I was gripping my bedsheet and clenching my eyes repeating my prayers in my sleep till my body automatically relaxes. I don't recall anything thereafter. GOSH! It was effing scary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna cry, I wanna scream, I wanna punch someone!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't want my life to be in jeopardy. Whatever knowledge I have about that nightmare, it's affirmative! Blame it on yourself for not listening to our advices. We, friends, have no authority on you and we can only do so much. I'm just gonna speak my mind and shut you up. It's a risk I'm willing to take. I need to be brave. &lt;/span&gt;I don't want to walk away from this friendship. Though if I have to, I will. I'm having second thoughts for the chalet now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Health bar update! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My stomach is still not well. I'm on famotidine, a medicine for stomach ulcer. I'm always nauseating and my chest pain is back. It's been a week now and I won't be surprised if one of these days I'll be bedridden again. But pleaaaseeee after 21st Feb okay?! Only then will I let my body shut down on me. Hhmmmffffff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Can't believe I'm saying this but I'm gonna miss RP so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I drowned a fish! Can you believe it?! I drowned a fish!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Accidentally on purpose-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOL! HOW DO YOU EVEN DROWN A FISH WOMAN?!&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/7115178-6493447840386510461?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6493447840386510461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6493447840386510461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/death-in-my-sleep.html' title='Death in my sleep.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-9055282392503676053</id><published>2011-02-06T03:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T04:38:31.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloodsucking maniacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have issues with MEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Annoying bloodsucking dickheads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apparently some people just can't take NO for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BUGGER MUCH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm really not a direct person. And I don't handle annoying guys well. I get agitated easily. Being cold and mean in a sarcastic manner usually works wonders. Not this time it didn't. I was freaking mugging and I didn't notice any text messages or calls. And he had to bring it over to msn. Azizul.. why must you go offline so early?! Should have gone out study maann... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Sesajee jee call"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PALA OTAK KAU LAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously, I don't freaking give a damn about the ditching. It's really whatever. It's not as bad as being abused by my ex. Yes, I was pissed. WAS but everything's good now. I'm cold and sarcastic towards you and haven't you notice the ignorance? Why are you even contacting me? What do you want you freaking horny bastard? Only find me when you're bored and stuff. HELLOOOO! I ain't a rebound! Like I've said before, go find other toys to play with. And people like you, deserve to get your leg hair plucked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why are you trying so hard? I have no interest in you damn it! You were only a friend. Bottom line is you're a jerk and I never want to go out with someone like you. &lt;/span&gt;Good enough I didn't hang up because I don't want to be rude. And I turned you down nicely repeatedly. You are really testing my patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now how do I put an end to this? How do I go direct without any argument? We almost fought over the phone coz I was being very mean. I'm just too tired of fighting with guys over small issues. I don't want to be rude or mean but why are you so dumb?! I'm tryna be as sensitive as I can be towards people's feelings. What other alternatives do I have? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;*habbahabbahabbahabbahabbahabbahabbahabbahabbahabbahabba*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate guys so much I swear I wanna chop off their head and cut their penis and let Issei Sagawa devour them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This sick stomach and the flashbacks bothering me, they're not helping at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's time to be mean mean. Bitchy mean! &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/7115178-9055282392503676053?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9055282392503676053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9055282392503676053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/bloodsucking-maniacs.html' title='Bloodsucking maniacs'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-665009162596829145</id><published>2011-02-05T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:32:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They say time will heal all wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm walking with my head down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Afraid to look up to what's in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Intuition, something you don't question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Until everything else conflicts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's no turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pointless regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bask in the ambiance of these emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Intoxicated by its beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Words stammering on the edge of my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The urge to speak my heart, ever so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Intuition, something you don't question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Until everything else conflicts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's no turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pointless regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Petrified by internal fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Suffocating in the midst of terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clouded by the dark from realising heart's desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Head's up, challenged by midnight rush hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;They say time will heal all wounds&lt;br /&gt;but this wound will never heal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dried tears and sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need the beach to breathe.&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/7115178-665009162596829145?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/665009162596829145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/665009162596829145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/intuition.html' title='Intuition'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4288319720273866799</id><published>2011-02-04T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:49:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you go out with me if u know i like you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Reveal your identity and I'll let you know. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Nuttashah?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4288319720273866799?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4288319720273866799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4288319720273866799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/will-you-go-out-with-me-if-u-know-i.html' title='Will you go out with me if u know i like you?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3834913240859484151</id><published>2011-02-03T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:00:35.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gentle reminder to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woke up in excruciating pain. It's just HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whenever I feel depressed or in pain, suicidal thoughts knock on my back door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Little did I know that my presence is a significant to many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know all of you miss that philosophical Nat who shares her courage and wise words. &lt;/span&gt;I'll be back in March. Going back to SVF campsite to recharge and get connected with AKOE coaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As I read my coaching booklet, I thought I should share this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"to the world you may be one person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but to one person you may be the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Start Making A Difference to the world one life at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Be M.A.D. Stay M.A.D."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do not underestimate the power of belief. It is the most powerful tool. Only when you conceive what you believe in, you will achieve. Put in your 100% in everything that you do and you will succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't say try coz it will only give you the allowance towards failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; when you feel ever so worthless, do keep in mind of the people who may be thinking of you every minute, even if it's just one person. That's how special you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happiness can't be bought but when you find it, embrace every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't set your hopes too high as every hello ends with a goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For every life has a story to tell and every tell has a story to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Life gives you blanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fill them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3834913240859484151?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3834913240859484151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3834913240859484151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/gentle-reminder-to-self.html' title='A gentle reminder to Self'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5927865275746350372</id><published>2011-02-02T14:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:30:33.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A screaming stomach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I seriously have no idea what the freak is wrong with my stomach. It's been a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I'm rotting in my room dealing with this sharp and burning pain in my tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I hate this! Polyclinic is half day today. Nearby private clinic is close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the Doctor will say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Why you come here? I told you how many times already...Go to Polyclinic ask for referral to hospital. Go see a specialist." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Dude, if you're sick of diagnosing me, just say so! He's got a point actually. Such a caring Doctor. I know what you're thinking. I ain't a drug addict!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'M BORED. I'M BORED. I'M BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I SWEAR TO THIS EXCRUCIATING PAIN, I'M FREAKING BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I feel so sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I read, I read, I read and I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can die from this boredom I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do me a favor, punch me in the gut pleeeeeaaaassseeeee...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take away this pain!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I go into a coma?! &lt;/span&gt;Overdose myself with whatever pills I have in hand.  I can't tolerate this pain any longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's a sunny day and I'm cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bring me a kitty to snuggle with. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7115178-5927865275746350372?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5927865275746350372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5927865275746350372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/02/screaming-stomach.html' title='A screaming stomach'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3102150716232161378</id><published>2011-01-31T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:32:36.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror on the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Walking in the rain towards nowhere was a great remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Epic silly walk caught on camera,&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical moments like no other.&lt;br /&gt;Good times. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;The simplest things in life, most appreciated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WELCOME TO JAPAN!" &lt;/i&gt;he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;That video... why so cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm turning more and more insane as days goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If only I could diagnose what these new disorders are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seems that I've been blogging nonsense lately. I just can't be bothered with people's judgments. This is a place where I spew all of my thoughts and feelings. It's always been since 2005. So if you're gonna judge, do look in the mirror first okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have no other place to channel this anger of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't want to be mean but I gotta do what I gotta do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Being oblivious to feelings is alright because we're not psychics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But oblivious to the obvious? Really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Bang head on the wall* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm highly disordered in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And there's a saying, the most happiest persons are the troubled ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Numb but yet still feel the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just wanna break free from this misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To reconstruct every part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mind. Heart. Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Going through a phase of isolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hating those with raging disco sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I maneuver it off your anatomy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cut it into pieces and let Issei Sagawa devour it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Of  course, I treasure my friends and will not do such mean things to them beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Everyday I fight a war against the mirror. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't take the person starin' back at me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3102150716232161378?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3102150716232161378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3102150716232161378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror Mirror on the wall'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4223923585876509292</id><published>2011-01-29T01:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:35:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the mind chose to speak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;House of Fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moments of Folly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; what came out from my mouth was House of Folly Lolly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I kept saying the wrong things with Gees just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It seems that my tongue and brain failed to coordinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dayung sampan became Gayung sampan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In English, rowing boat became scooping boat. IKR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think that douchebag should hit me one more time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey, who knows I'll injured my head again and then be sensible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My life is a blockbluster anyway. BLOCK-BLUSTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(I meant to say Blockbuster but Blockbluster was what my mind spoke of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Say it fast! Say it! Say it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tricky huh? Just like a good old tongue twister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bock Bock Block Block GOBLOK! *stick out tongue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never provoke a Taurean you pussy-man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Men should learn to treat their girlfriends right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We are not things to be in your possession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quit being an irritant with your obsessiveness as well as insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That goes to girls too. Men and Women are of no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What goes around comes around. KARMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you don't have that trust, why be in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If it's gonna be a marionette show, why do you even dare to speak of LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We are all flawed humans. Keep that in mind. Learn to compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not easy but if that what love truly is, you ought to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is a "political" piece of mind to what I read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don’t care who you are&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care how powerful you may be&lt;br /&gt;You can rule the world&lt;br /&gt;You can rule a country&lt;br /&gt;You can manage a state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t rule religion.&lt;br /&gt;That’s just BOGUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You have all the respect from your people&lt;br /&gt;But when you are overpowering something beyond your limits,&lt;br /&gt;your people will be terribly upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I am a 19-year-old who is upset and these are my thoughts. I mean no harm.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can’t believe it’s coming from you.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to democracy?&lt;br /&gt;This is unjust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Face it, you can’t control everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You’re not God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Every religion has its own God.&lt;br /&gt;Every religion has its ritual.&lt;br /&gt;Every religion has its’ believes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Go back to your roots.&lt;br /&gt;Revisit history.&lt;br /&gt;Fathom to why things are the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here comes weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hadaee mada tawila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This desert rose (Ya leigh Ya leigh)&lt;br /&gt;Each of her veils, a secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower (Ya leigh Ya leigh)&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4223923585876509292?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4223923585876509292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4223923585876509292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-mind-chose-to-speak.html' title='When the mind chose to speak.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6907355181531113224</id><published>2011-01-28T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:40:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I told you! It's a DAMN BLOODY FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I fell asleep while listening to Nasyid and the alarm rang on my ear like freaking loud and I can't believe I didn't give a shit! DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF SUBCONSCIOUS MIND! I will not sleep with my earpiece plugged to my ear again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Waking up at 8am is still okay coz I will still able to catch my 8.30am bus. Shit had to happen! My pimple burst and it kept bleeding. I think my blood is thin that it took a long time to clot. There's a red scar on my face! No clean-faced Nat for the moment. 15 minutes gone! So I was late to class. I have high tolerance for pain and pimple but not until it leaves a scar on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All alone in class now, killing some time coz I don't feel like going home. I've done my RJ, quiz and evaluation so I can go home late tonight which is 30 minutes later, 11pm. HEH! Wouldn't want my mom to call me again and nag and nag and nag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meeting Gees at 7pm and I'm just gonna release the tension. Answer my questions okay? Pretty pleaaasseeeee. *make puss in boots sad face* I love my Gees! We're turning 5? 2006? Yeaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was kinda Malay-ish yesterday. Chatted with Azizul and I wanted to say sederhana (average). Instead, I typed sementara (temporary). WTH?! It varies on a  HUUUGGEEE degree maannn! &lt;/span&gt;If I'm gonna retake Malay 'O' Level, I think I'm gonna fail. From A to C to F. Nice work Nat. *knock self on the head with a hammer*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I came up with this while listening to Nasyids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kepada mu aku kembali&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kembali mencari yang hakiki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kembali mencari ketenangan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kembali mencari kedamaian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apabila hidup tidak bermakna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hanya engkau sahaja yang mampu mengizinkan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hanya engkau yang mampu menentukan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;meyempurnakan jiwa yang kosong ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Di dalam kegelapan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku tertanya-tanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mencari sinaran cahaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kian memberi ku harapan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bagaikan kain kafan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;putih suci, lelah hati ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kini ku kembali&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pinta dibimbingi, dilindungi, diselimuti cinta mu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been so long since I write a poem or sajak or anything in Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think that's one reason to why my Malay language suck big time Sec 3 onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I should get going now. The security guard is chasing me out of the class. It's only 5.30 pm damn it! I'm enjoying this peace and my time alone. Nyeeehhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hang with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6907355181531113224?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6907355181531113224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6907355181531113224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1514511546982149516</id><published>2011-01-27T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:07:15.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less, a little much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Imma brand new me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Read the Qur'an after my prayers and I feel at ease, at peace and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Supposed to meet Nina and Fae today. A last minute plan. I wanted to but upon shower, I just don't feel too good. Then I remembered I had to do some school survey. Otherwise, my LEO will be suspended and I won't be graded. Sucks huh RP? I'm gonna miss that Institution. 2 weeks of school to go. 3 weeks to exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And as I lift my hands to say my prayers, I let all my emotions run down my cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;All the Doa that I wasn't sure or know the meaning, it's all in my head and I just read it out. Thank you parents for always reading it during our Jemaah. I'm glad it's stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanna start back from scratch. I wanna go back to religious classes to recite Qur'an. Or maybe just get my dad to sit down and hear me recite it and correct me. I have Qatam once but I still don't know how to recite it with correct Taj'wid. Now where did my dad put that CD? hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mencari yang hakiki&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May my prayers be answered. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1514511546982149516?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1514511546982149516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1514511546982149516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-less-little-much-better.html' title='A little less, a little much better.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8779607653137303089</id><published>2011-01-26T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:35:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turmoil</title><content type='html'>I'm finally recovering. My appetite is back and I'm coping rather well.&lt;div&gt;It's boring to stay at home and rest my phucked up body and mind but I guess I need that. I think I'm gonna head to the library tomorrow to spend an alone time reading or maybe just do my revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I think I've come to a decision. I'm gonna apply for MDIS instead of PSB Academy. I really hope everything will go smoothly. I think I know the reason to why I took the antidepressants suddenly. The thoughts of my screwed up GPA in Year 2 due to great depression having my dreams and ambition crushed after years of hard work and fulfilling plans. I still can't get over that situation. His image was a trigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Choked. Shuddered. Tormented. Angered. Suffocated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nevertheless, I'm gonna continue fighting and pray that I will get a spot in MDIS to pursue further education towards my ambition. Granted God's blessings, I will not give up living this life no matter how miserable I will be. Full time Bachelor Degree with Honours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been following IslamicThinking on Twitter. The tweets are my cure now, my guidance. Spent my night watching Nur Kasih online and somehow I miss reading the Al-Qur'an. I miss going to Madrasah coz it's always been a place for me to recollect myself, studying the history of Islam and keep my mind and heart clean. Gotta keep myself nearer to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;We can have all the things we ever want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;But we may not get it all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;When there's an empty feel inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Discontentment rushes through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it that we really need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There can be no light without darkness, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no good without evil, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no triumph without setbacks."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Darren Shan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8779607653137303089?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8779607653137303089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8779607653137303089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/turmoil.html' title='Turmoil'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-2496154805111651755</id><published>2011-01-24T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:48:26.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need a new antidepressant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I'm going insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At this very moment, I wish I have a chainsaw to cut off my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and remove my GI tract from my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Discomfort all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I fed myself today but why is this happening to me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Got my mom worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Got my friends worried for my tweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Utterly miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can I go into a coma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(At least it's better than wishing for death.) :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-2496154805111651755?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2496154805111651755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/2496154805111651755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3120643922072993504</id><published>2011-01-24T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:00:10.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I losing my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Is it me or is my new jeans getting loose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm cold and I feel utterly weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've never been so high or went stoning for 24 hours simultaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't need to drink to be drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't need to be drunk to have hangover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think that's what the feeling is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Appetite is down again but I seriously need some bites. Can I get a KFC Roller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to go home and lie down right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"My hands are cold my body's numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm still in shock what have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My head is pounding, my vision's blur"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; - The Script -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Exactly what I'm feeling right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3120643922072993504?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3120643922072993504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3120643922072993504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-i-losing-my-mind.html' title='Am I losing my mind?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-1403558560616285749</id><published>2011-01-23T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:18:29.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Choking on the words I'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Searching for my strengths, I went back to the not-so-painful memo.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I couldn't take it. I'm on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that I'm not ready to go way back to 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even the littlest image of that year got me agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do know that I have to revisit that history, also told by the psychologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I can't do it alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've got to be stronger than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No more facades, no more "I'm fine" but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Nina &amp;amp; Fae for saving my Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to talk to someone badly before I do anything stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-1403558560616285749?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1403558560616285749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/1403558560616285749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7527031161068133158</id><published>2011-01-23T09:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:00:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI! I'm Patrick Star! uhhhh....... *blur face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For the longest time, I've never woke up so early on a Sunday morning and not go back to sleep. I seriously regret taking the meds coz I'm like having an after effect right now. I feel woozy and I'm nauseating again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I should have reminded myself why I stopped taking it in the first place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Side effects of Fluvoxamine Maleate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;gastrointestinal complaints - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;nausea (sometimes accompanied by vomiting) - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;constipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;anorexia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;diarrhea and dyspepsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;CNS complaints &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;including somnolence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;dry mouth - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;nervousness - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;insomnia - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;dizziness - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;tremor and agitation - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;asthenia - CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;The side effects are driving me crazy. &amp;amp; I did kinda overdosed myself yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;The last thing I want is to have insomnia to kick in again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;I'm yawning but I'm not sleepy. What is this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Antidepressants making me more depressed instead of keeping me calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7115178-7527031161068133158?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7527031161068133158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7527031161068133158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-im-patrick-star-uhhhh-blur-face.html' title='HI! I&apos;m Patrick Star! uhhhh....... *blur face*'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-611790747491010249</id><published>2011-01-22T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:34:28.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you break my fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Word of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"OM NOM NOM NOM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it's with the BeeGees, it's always a hellova laughter. I laughed till I teared and want to pee. Fae's sister is so cute! Played catching, hide and seek and crocodile with her. I really miss my childhood. Apparently, the turning 20s clique are her friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang, we write and rekindle our childhood plays at the void deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mufasa. Mufasa. Mufasa Mufasa Mufasa."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As Fae was strumming her guitar, Nina and I wrote our drafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break my fall, can you break my fall?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You could be heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You could be hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you break my fall?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the chorus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the longest time, I've never felt so calm. I've never smiled so much. I've never felt how I feel right now. I'm lost for words to describe this feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; while we were having the most random talks, it led us to a serious topic which somehow linked to that douchebag. I admit, I was at the verge of tears due to the traumatizing memory but I'm glad Nina and Fae add some joke into it. I was fine though I was still feeling fcked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hate him, I hate him. WE HATE HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never hated anyone in my life. NEVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still hurt and I just can't help but to break down right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hanging on a thread of residual pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suicidal thoughts are hovering in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back at the episode of trauma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm gonna get myself overdosed with those pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, something just don't feel right. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-611790747491010249?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/611790747491010249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/611790747491010249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-you-break-my-fall.html' title='Can you break my fall?'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-7358337163618028477</id><published>2011-01-21T18:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:33:09.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not myself today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokura-Chan is my late night addiction now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been laughing myself to sleep watching it on my dad's smart phone which is now mine since all my phones gave up on me. *Pipiru piru piru pipiru pi* (Sing theme song) She's so cute but annoying. She reminds me of ME! Hahahaha. At least I'm not as irritating as her. She's beyond words to describe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So as I was doing my reading, Card Captor Sakura theme song was playing in my head. I didn't even realise I was stoning! So basically, the words were a mere reflection on my eyes. I didn't even pay attention in class. It was mind-exhausting. There was just sooooo much to read on. I read what I have to read and played with the application instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TAAA DAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DNA structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had too much free time to change the colours, the 3D structure and ribbon it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/TTlcOoaZaaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tm15-eRbiQo/s1600/Capture1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/TTlcOoaZaaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tm15-eRbiQo/s400/Capture1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564580221029018018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/TTlcOZgshXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JKW0QEF1x8U/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/TTlcOZgshXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JKW0QEF1x8U/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/TTlcOZgshXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JKW0QEF1x8U/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564580217028904306" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From Card Captor Sakura to K-On to Bokusatsu Tenshi to The Strokes to The Script.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nothing went into my head today. Okayy... not really nothing. I did comprehend what was taught today. It's just that my mind kept drifting away, sleeping with my eyes open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; so today's RJ is *clears throat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"If you want to select a friend between DNA and Protein, who will be your choice and why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT A WHAT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I would select a thinking brain to be my friend because it always thinks and is not dumb like a bugger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm gonna write whatever I can recall on my choice and out I go to meet them beegees. &lt;/span&gt;First up, Cash Converter to sell that douchebag's stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D.I.F - Damn It's Friday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-7358337163618028477?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7358337163618028477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/7358337163618028477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-myself-today.html' title='Not myself today.'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/TTlcOoaZaaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tm15-eRbiQo/s72-c/Capture1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-3336572497028847103</id><published>2011-01-19T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T04:12:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed at Men Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After 1 and a half month, I finally went back to Guardian. I wanted to feel how I felt when I worked there for the first four months. It's just not the same anymore. I think it's pretty clear that it's not where I wanna be. I'll give myself 2 weeks to hang around there. Thereafter, chiong for my final exam and get a new job at a hospital? Probably Raffles Medical Hospital, a place I've always wanted to enter. I love hospital environment because it's just sooo peaceful. Also, I'm gonna go all out doing camps, go for overseas camp if there's gonna be any. Sentosa, if they're not gonna call me for the next arranged training, I'm not gonna wait and hope for something impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm not blind but I pretend to be whenever you guys are at the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not deaf despite having my earpiece plug to my ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can hear yall shouting my name damn it!&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 midnight. Calm your tits dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't like my name to be called out that freaking loud in the middle of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Aku pekik mcm nk mati sia tadi" - Ameerul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Translation: &lt;i&gt;"I shout like want to die sia just now"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Another idiot who don't like his name. Want people to call him Amalu instead. *roll eyes* &lt;/span&gt;Bottom line is you didn't die so don't exaggerate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I guess you had your earpiece on your ear&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OH GAAWWWWDDD... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; seriously, why do I seem to attract weird guys?! WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Spam my wall, spam my inbox, I won't entertain you people. I just don't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quit giving me bullshit and be a man! I think I have more balls than men? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just don't understand. What do they want from me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guys nowadays just seem so desperate and fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You are welcome to make a fool of yourself publicly. Sorry if I'm being a bitch but I don't want people to think wrongly or read too deep into some things. Coz some people do, even the littlest attention that they get. KKS, I will say. In Malay it stands for Kurang Kasih Sayang. In English, Lack Of Love, which is another term for LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You don't need to try so hard to win a person's heart or attention. Just be yourself and fck it! &lt;/span&gt;If they like you, they will like you. If they don't respond, then take a hint. Life is simple. Don't complicate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here I go again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess some people are just oblivious to ignorance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A person can just be that dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A GUY can just be that dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Show me that you have a semblance of some thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Consideration of feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A rare personality that makes me feel brand new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You make me smile while the other guys make me wanna slap their brain with a horseshoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanna live my life like Barney Stinson for he never fail to remind himself that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I AM AWESOME".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-3336572497028847103?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3336572497028847103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/3336572497028847103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/pissed-at-men-syndrome.html' title='Pissed at Men Syndrome'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-6479525570236711444</id><published>2011-01-17T17:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:32:09.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;I've been having stomach problems since last week and I had to defecate yesterday, having blood on my stools. What a “nice” timing. Nevertheless, it did not stop me from having an enjoyable Dimanche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astons, L4D2, Awfully Chocolate and East Coast Park.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;It was a nice experience. Most of the places visited are new to me. I did have fun even though there were awkward and silent moments. It wasn't really a planned out thing, to my knowledge at least. Spontaneously, everything seemed to fall into place. Now, that’s what I call an anything goes hangout. AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;I think I made a fool of myself? A LOT! Hahaha! Screaming like a mad woman playing L4D2 and being so confident about Flying Fantasy. Flying?! Its Final damn it! Apparently I’m suffering from typoitis and speech problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt; *ehek..ehek..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;Astons was delicious. Awfully Chocolate was awfully yummy yum yum! Thanks for the treat Ahfad. I feel so paiseh but thank you so much. Really appreciate it. HEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;If only there weren’t cockroaches crawling around the waterbreaker or breakwaters (whatever you call it), I would have succumbed to the temptation of lying down on my back to watch the sky, closing my eyes and drift away to the sound of the sea. It was a beautiful cooling Sunday night. Peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;At the end of the day, I’ve never felt so tired. Seriously. Five minutes after I stepped into the cab, I was down with migraine. GOSH! What luck! Apologies for going silent then, I guess you were tired too. We didn't even have a proper goodbye. It felt so awkward to just walk out like that. *Creek. Creek.* Still, it was an awesome hangout! xD Nice meeting you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;&amp;amp; for the whole day in school, I felt freaking lethargic and just so weak. I kept falling asleep while typing this down man. There must be something wrong with my body. Gotta get it checked ASAP. Hopefully it has no relation to my rectum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the MOON"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-6479525570236711444?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6479525570236711444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/6479525570236711444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/dimanche.html' title='Dimanche'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-8422720633395809652</id><published>2011-01-15T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:18:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EAGLES FAREWELL LIVE playing on Star World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're gonna retire? There goes another good classic rock music. Can I say they're leaving behind a Legacy? LEGENDARY. All of them can sing and they share the limelight. Aweeee... We hardly see that nowadays, do we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I grew up listening to Eagles thanks to my dad. He passed it on to my youngest brother who never stop strumming his guitar to Eagles' songs.  And as the songs play, I was moved. I am literally having my "spa" here on the sofa. What a nice Rainy Lazy Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's like a theater here! I can feel the drum beating. Let's just use this moment to appreciate GREAT music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes! I adamantly agree with you Eagles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I like how old timers write their lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Loads of metaphor used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The way they sing too! They &lt;b&gt;enunciate&lt;/b&gt; and I feel them in my bones. The connectivity is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; it's now over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My dad, &lt;i&gt;"ehhh dah habes? Beli CD ahh.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Translation:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"ehhh finish already? Let's buy the CD."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;"Star World will have a repeat telecast. Search the schedule."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, my dad, the musician, the soccer coach, the martial art instructor, the engineer, the-almost-everything, is a die hard fan of The Eagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now I'm back to the good-for-nothing Saturday Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bee Gees went to Zirca. They wanted me to tag along but I'm not ready to break my clubbing virginity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I'm just afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tomorrow tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dimanche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;*speechless* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;(in a good way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-8422720633395809652?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8422720633395809652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/8422720633395809652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/eagles-farewell.html' title='Eagles farewell'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-9169592427816501796</id><published>2011-01-15T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:03:04.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Emotional wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Distressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;That cat at the void deck that bit Mo's cheek! Got us all on awwwweeeee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'll take my boots and slap my face!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;With confidence, even the wrong words sound right. That applies to those who don't pay attention to details. Of course, Bee Gees, we just had to put it on repeat coz that's what we do. Confidence is the key so I wish you all the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Apparently, I don't even need to wait till I turn 21 to travel on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;My mom is AWESOME! However, I have to work for it first. It's all about the MONEEEHHH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Je suis impatient de voir que vous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;A bientot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-9169592427816501796?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9169592427816501796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/9169592427816501796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/vous.html' title='Vous'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-5012011761012228711</id><published>2011-01-14T05:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:35:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Head's in throbbing pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm nauseating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chest pain's coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Stomach discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; I freaking don't understand what the fck is wrong with my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Took my meds but I still can't get myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't want to overdose myself or else that would affect my attendance later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; it all started with the bulging thingy at the lower back of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't remember having any physical injury inflicted recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It got better but the pain spread to the other parts of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is absolutely worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate this and right now, I feel seriously fcked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Flashbacks kept appearing whenever I close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hair pulling and head banging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQdxjTQEM35Nhfso3b4s4lQrn80Tm0bcLqPpFFs-zXOmTO-plgRQ" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQUX7E-IzUCvlDG0Zep4uOMo3ZBJYqa6ph2I_-6VADve4u-kAH6Fg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need to talk to somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BADLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRK9MDmqT7UlbY2NKRp5rA_wxPOIEwush8dLLH4EVASj3RIvJAZ" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-5012011761012228711?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5012011761012228711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/5012011761012228711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115178.post-4906192490627083129</id><published>2011-01-13T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:41:08.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Imma Happy and near-satisfied Nat today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So while I was waiting for the bus towards Bugis, reading the bus map, there was an old man who was sitting by the side, moving his lips. I presumed he was talking to someone. My mp3 was blasting thru my ears so I hear no shit until I caught him talking to me. Hence, I took my earpiece off my ears and asked what was that he was telling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Are you not Singaporean?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I rest my case! I'm shooting myself dead. Com'on! I don't look I'm from China right?! I'M FREAKING LOCAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Support ____sm party. Don't support people's action party"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He kept saying that over and over again. Telling me to elect no-idea-what-party. Sounds like opportism party? I don't think that's even in the dictionary but that what was it sound like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I told him I'm not 21. Thus, he told me to tell my adult friends to vote for that "opportism" party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I turned with a WTF face. An Indian man saw my face and he gave me the &lt;i&gt;"Yea.. beats me"&lt;/i&gt; look. SERIOUSLY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wouldn't you feel strange? I mean everyone have their own perspective on things. Let them choose who or what they want to choose. Who make you king old man?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So he took the same bus as me. It didn't stop there! When I alight, I saw him talking to another stranger about it. I could hear the "opportism". Really... He was sitting near the exit door anw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whatever to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I spent my evening with Hudha at Levi's and Parkview Square! I traded in my old jeans 3 weeks ago and received a $50 voucher. I decided on 4 tees. Apparently, one of it don't have size S anymore. I was left with 3 then. I love all of them but only have enough for 2. So upon paying, the cashier informed me about 30% off for all tops while I was rummaging my bag for my vouchers. Then it hit me, I did my calculation and they helped me sort out the bills and stuff. So instead of getting 2, I got all 3! No, I ain't a shoppaholic. It was my second time putting my money and trust on Levis's and it's all worth it. So comfortable to wear!!! Thanks to the Fashion talented, Hudha, who helped me to decide on the clothes. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We walked to Iluma, she used me as her model and did her stuff. It's like she's giving me a makeover! That's what people love to do, give me a makeover. Even my dad wants to see me dress up like my sister. I'm not into high-end fashion please. Casual is fine with me. Jeans and tees. FULLSTOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For the first time, my sister actually like my top which I wore on my performance. She's lucky, it's free size and can fit her. She can't even put on my jeans! hah! &lt;i&gt;*Whispers: She don't want to look fat*&lt;/i&gt; So I have a task now, to find that type of clothes for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Parkview Square was amazing! I was astonished! There were statues of Lincoln, Sun Yat Sen, Plato and many many more. It's like a historical place. AAAHHHH! I want to go there again! It's so peaceful and windy. SUPER AWESOME! 10/10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I find myself to have issues with a lot of things. A LOT! Hudha was just laughing her ass off when I complain about a woman who had a tattoo on her chest and went all scientific on it relating to the possibility of breast cancer or just making fun of someone with a pretty face but when she speaks, it went like, &lt;i&gt;"chal and kit"&lt;/i&gt;. REALLY! TURN OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today was that day, I finally get everything off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Piru piru pipiru piru pi"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115178-4906192490627083129?l=weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4906192490627083129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115178/posts/default/4906192490627083129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdlyunpredictable.blogspot.com/2011/01/adolescence.html' title='Adolescence'/><author><name>Natashah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427784210021973341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CN4fwjBrSG8/SY2pdx2iGOI/AAAAAAAAALc/sxGMb55rX58/S220/Image050.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
