<?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-37166209</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:10:54.521+08:00</updated><category term='i love cheese pancake n poppeye&apos;s mashy potato'/><title type='text'>Blog of a Procrastinater.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-400111830001972012</id><published>2010-07-04T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:56:58.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>Find me at natashawitwicky.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-400111830001972012?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/400111830001972012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/400111830001972012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/07/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2754826061955201144</id><published>2010-06-25T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:26:05.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I miss blogging. I miss taking the airplanes. I miss the hot towel the stewardess give to you before take-off. I miss the adrenaline rush during take-off thinking that the airplane might just explode to pieces. I miss being in foreign land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling I'm having. I hate everytime when I try to shine, there is always someone who is blocking me. I hate it when I don't know the solution to my own problems. I hate it when I can't get one goddamn person to listen to me when I'm need someone to talk to me. I hate when people reply my texts with one word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I'm not cut being a Student Council. I think maybe this is not what I'm supposed to be. I think this is not me. I think this is not my fortè. I think maybe I'm just not a leader. I think ITE sucks big time. I think I'm holding on too much to the past. I think maybe something can be done to stop feeling this way. I think I think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel different. I don't feel me. I feel like i'm  just this lifeless body going through everyday's shits. I feel that life is so unfair. I feel like God is not there to help me. I feel lonely. I feel alone. I feel like no one cares. I feel so empty. I feel like as if my hyper and perky personality is missing in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this feeling goes away soon. I hope I can succeed in my life. I hope I can find solution to my problems. I hope I will stop being emotional. I hope God reads my blog and send help. I hope I can do something to keep my mind off things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want love. I want the feeling of I'm wanted to everyone. I want more life. I want more stuffs to do. I want a ipad. I want more clothes. I want to travel. I want to prove to everybody that I'm not weak. I want 4.0 GPA. I want........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2754826061955201144?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2754826061955201144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2754826061955201144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha.'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8476548303879710943</id><published>2010-06-25T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:09:40.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue tears</title><content type='html'>"Whenever I'm sad, I go to the beach coz there my tears looks smaller than the ocean water" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8476548303879710943?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8476548303879710943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8476548303879710943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/06/blue-tears.html' title='Blue tears'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-609966602954725394</id><published>2010-06-25T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:04:18.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>"If life knocks you down, you have a choice whether to get back up or just stay there"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-609966602954725394?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/609966602954725394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/609966602954725394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7876271673194983905</id><published>2010-04-01T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:08:46.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling when someone totally ignores you? And it's not supposed to make you feel bad but it actually did. You know that feeling? I felt that firsthand . Yeah the feeling sucks. But if someone don't care bout you why would we want to give a shit in whatever they're doing? Like hell to the no, I won't waste my time dealing with you. And thanks for making me invisible. Well, I was blind. Can't deny that.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7876271673194983905?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7876271673194983905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7876271673194983905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/04/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8821997068162459897</id><published>2010-03-19T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:42:35.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bb &lt;3</title><content type='html'>So I'll start updating now since I have nothing to do. It rained today and it's bloody boring. Very pathetic ohhkaayyy. Anyways a few days back, I finally decided to get a blackberry for myself with my pay. Well, it was a pretty much stupid move when I can actually shop with that money. But nevertheless, I love my bb. Oh and education wise, if some of you were wondering, I'm going ITE. Higher nitec in accounting. Seriously i can't be sad all the time so I'm going to this ITE in a positive mind. Hey, at least I'm still studying right. Life's been okay so far, can't say good coz u know u might never know when something shitty wants to happen. I'm running out of ideas what to write here so toodles! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8821997068162459897?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8821997068162459897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8821997068162459897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/03/bb.html' title='Bb &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3741035015225293296</id><published>2010-02-20T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:54:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>Basically no one ever read this blog so I'm gonna vent my anger here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my O's, I can't get into a stinking poly and when I appeal for bio-tech in ITE, I can't get it and have to stick to accounting.  I was bloody pissed off by this of course, I'm totally not interested in accounts and they put in it. Everybody asked me to stay in that course and I don't freaking like it in the first place anyway. And then come my parents who find it unreasonable when I say I wanna retake O's in a private school. They insisted that I go back to Damai. Hello, I've been there like 5 fucking years of my life when everybody else only did 4 years. Why can't they just understand what I want for once? I seriously don't need driving license NOW, I need my life back. Ugh! It's really annoying when you're rejected everywhere. And yes, I know I can't go to private school because of my flying priviliges. I don't think sending me to retake O's is a huge burden. You guys have lots of money. Ugghhhhh! Can I for once don't live in this world? It's just so bloody frustrating! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3741035015225293296?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3741035015225293296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3741035015225293296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/02/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8759174733741830458</id><published>2010-02-16T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:44:49.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 on 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/S3qhEN_w1vI/AAAAAAAAA84/q6QyRDBBpGA/s1600-h/mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/S3qhEN_w1vI/AAAAAAAAA84/q6QyRDBBpGA/s400/mouth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438836593851946738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im turning 18. Im old. And im not cute like that *points to picture* anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8759174733741830458?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8759174733741830458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8759174733741830458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/02/18-on-18.html' title='18 on 18'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/S3qhEN_w1vI/AAAAAAAAA84/q6QyRDBBpGA/s72-c/mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2104465397210487746</id><published>2010-02-14T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:03:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Today is CNY so I'm not working. Been boring my eyes out seeing the same clothes for the past week. I think working is not for me right now. The boss is so annoying, kept on asking me to go to other places. Bloody annoying I tell you. Yesterday had to go Chinatown OG and there's not so much customers. Wasting my time. And it feel so foreign going there. Had to put down 20 bucks for the stupid punch card. Nonsense. This is for 10 days only so got to endure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2104465397210487746?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2104465397210487746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2104465397210487746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3285785646533878204</id><published>2010-02-05T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:31:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 more days!</title><content type='html'>Ohhkayy. I need time to revamp this blog. It's so dusty here. Need new background, new songs, new everything. Haha. I still feel that OS is better but there's no app for it. And plus I don't think anyone is reading my blog at this point of time. There's nothing much to say anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who finally got a job? Haha. Thanks to Sharifah I will be working for AIA soon. At least I have some money in hand till April where I will get my allowance again. Let's just say I can't live without money. Think of it again, nobody can. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 18 soon and I can't wait to get my driving liscence! I want to drive to school! LOL. Right. Like as if I'm allowed. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's it for today. Chaos y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3285785646533878204?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3285785646533878204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3285785646533878204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/02/13-more-days.html' title='13 more days!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1799003096388472177</id><published>2010-01-29T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:58:57.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal</title><content type='html'>Last two days, everybody got the results of which school we are posted to and guess what? I got....&lt;br /&gt;Accounting. ITE Simei.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Accounting. Not kidding. It sounds so foreign to me but I have been studying accounts for like 4 years. Funny huh. Anyway I appealed for biotechnology yesterday. I figured out maybe I stand a better chance at doing it since I'm interested in that area. Oh and also I sent my DAE to Temasek Poly two days ago. I know my points are too big but it won't hurt if I just try. But the thing is, I didn't send in my testimonial only my cca grade. So maybe by luck they will take me inside to that school. Hopefully. Anywhoo, don't expect any photos on my blog for now, I'm updating through iPod touch yooo. Oh and guess what? I'm in love with flowery prints top! Random right? I know! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1799003096388472177?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1799003096388472177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1799003096388472177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/01/appeal.html' title='Appeal'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6403707520660906012</id><published>2010-01-24T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:36:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>Going cycling today with the cousin. I'm really sleepy seh. Looks like I'm gonna be the one to do all the cycling since someone don't know how to cycle. Bleah. And randomly I have this craving for piña colada. Hahaha. Anyways I'm planning to go look for classes for me to occupy my time. Sitting at home is really boring. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6403707520660906012?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6403707520660906012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6403707520660906012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/01/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7604848298738917051</id><published>2010-01-23T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:28:32.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo......</title><content type='html'>You know it's pretty much boring not having a job or anything to do while waiting for school. So basically what I'm doing this past few months or you can say weeks is hogging the tv. You can see how mundane life is. It's extremely boring. I hope I can enrol in some languages classes. With my O's results like that, my parents are totally not letting me get many things. Oh and this app cannot upload photos. Bleah. And I'm supposed to update my onsugar but there's no app for it. Oh and I need a laptop.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7604848298738917051?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7604848298738917051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7604848298738917051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/01/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo......'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-9067526762759913481</id><published>2010-01-23T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:20:55.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod touch</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging using my iPod touch. LOL. Anyway I have not updated this blog in like forever, so i'm gonna start from now. It's 2010 already. Not much changes from last year and this year. Same old, same old. Oh and in case you were wondering, my O-levels results was really bad. Very very extremely bad. Pathetic right? I know. Well, you can see me updating here often from now on cause seriously I have nothing to do and I just found this blog app. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-9067526762759913481?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/9067526762759913481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/9067526762759913481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2010/01/ipod-touch.html' title='iPod touch'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2237085911428331804</id><published>2009-10-10T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:15:42.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/StCVvCga0wI/AAAAAAAAA8w/aGNJSnwu7VY/s1600-h/P1080458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390973389321720578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/StCVvCga0wI/AAAAAAAAA8w/aGNJSnwu7VY/s400/P1080458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2237085911428331804?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2237085911428331804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2237085911428331804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/10/os.html' title='O&apos;s'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/StCVvCga0wI/AAAAAAAAA8w/aGNJSnwu7VY/s72-c/P1080458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6486105346117112285</id><published>2009-09-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:19:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MKPL</title><content type='html'>So basically this is the current shit:&lt;br /&gt;1) Busy with prelims.&lt;br /&gt;2) Preparing for O's&lt;br /&gt;3) Facebook addict&lt;br /&gt;4) Haven't studied one whole day except for tuition&lt;br /&gt;5) Poa 2 prelims is tomorrow and mdm norisiah said 5 times whack if fail. LOL&lt;br /&gt;6) Wanna get over it asap with O-levels.&lt;br /&gt;7) Exactly 7 days to Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;8) Period is not here yet&lt;br /&gt;9) House is in a mess, will dump every not needed stuffs into the bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;10)Will revamp blog after O's&lt;br /&gt;11)Today breaking fast alone, the rest of the family went JB&lt;br /&gt;12)MacDonalds again for break fast, thanks to Kak Ani&lt;br /&gt;13)Ramadan on Wheels was fun and tiring and lots of people&lt;br /&gt;14)My phone is dying, want something with qwerty keypad&lt;br /&gt;15)Righttt, im lazy to make 'teh susu' for later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world, good luck with exams.&lt;br /&gt;go to my twitter:&lt;br /&gt;www.twitter.com/natashawitwicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and happy advance Hari Raya! LOL! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6486105346117112285?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6486105346117112285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6486105346117112285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/09/mkpl.html' title='MKPL'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6211613868246235874</id><published>2009-09-10T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:06:39.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/natashawitwicky/3905583063/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3905583063_4fef3ebecd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/natashawitwicky/3905583063/"&gt;Image290&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/natashawitwicky/"&gt;NatashaWitwicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life's been mundane this few days. Blogger is forever maintenance. Bleahh. And im forever sleepy. Seriously i look like the person not taking O's this year. Ugh.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6211613868246235874?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6211613868246235874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6211613868246235874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/09/rockstar.html' title='Rockstar'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3905583063_4fef3ebecd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-4426977314216930468</id><published>2009-09-09T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:27:17.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never</title><content type='html'>You will regret it i tell you. 11 more days to Raya and feeling gloomy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-4426977314216930468?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4426977314216930468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4426977314216930468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-say-never.html' title='Never Say Never'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1210260052550231908</id><published>2009-09-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:30:53.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is being a bitch, might wanna switch to livejournal soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1210260052550231908?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1210260052550231908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1210260052550231908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-is-being-bitch-might-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6994513491818914205</id><published>2009-09-01T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:24:28.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitchers Day, oh i mean Teacher's Day! LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SpyRaKOhz0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eN-LKIlAWag/s1600-h/class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SpyRaKOhz0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eN-LKIlAWag/s400/class2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376331933781446466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nazrul so sassy! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/123103302841"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/123103302841" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my classmates and I did this video for teacher's day. Turns out quite LOL-worthy though. Sayyidi was forever funny. I uploaded it on facebook already, so you guys can watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog have been dead for almost a week. Not much updating can be done since prelims is coming and im forcing myself to mug. On a brighter note, my Dnt=hellish cursework have already been submitted so that means my burden is lighten by a only a teeny bit. Heh. All i have been doing now is twittering which is my solace. Anyway today is the 1st of September which is Yanti's Birthday and also 19 more days to Hari Raya. Ohkayy. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy, i think im going to bathe now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeahh we bought for each of our subjects teachers USB diffuser which is for anti-relaxation so seriously teachers, you can't complain bout being stressful anymore. Hahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6994513491818914205?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6994513491818914205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6994513491818914205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitchers-day-oh-i-mean-teachers-day.html' title='Twitchers Day, oh i mean Teacher&apos;s Day! LOL'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SpyRaKOhz0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eN-LKIlAWag/s72-c/class2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-9086773358735989633</id><published>2009-08-27T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:48:42.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dnt</title><content type='html'>Dnt is due tomorrow!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-9086773358735989633?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/9086773358735989633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/9086773358735989633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/dnt.html' title='Dnt'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8342799219333428080</id><published>2009-08-23T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:59:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Starting from tomorrow, my official study schedule will start. So no more hanky-panky and lappy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this interesting between me and MAHFUZAH on fb. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahfuzah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;Our deal was officially void. haha NEW deal? :P joking&lt;br /&gt;3 hours ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Hassan&lt;br /&gt;shut up you B3. hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahfuzah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;ok B3 here shut up.. where's B1 and B2? hahahahaha! (hope u get the joke.)&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Hassan&lt;br /&gt;LOL! i totally got it! banana in pyjamas! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but its so sad that i only got a pathetic B4. bleahh&lt;br /&gt;14 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahfuzah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;Hey! We bcme the new version of banana in pyjamas uh? I b3 you b4. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;EH WE ARE RETAKING IT! U obviously can naik.. cikgu pun kata gitu.. See im being positive +1 :P&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Hassan&lt;br /&gt;yahh okay B3. are you thinking what im thinking? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;yeahh will naik. but it so sad. alah no use pouting over it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahfuzah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Ala I sadder u'know. Eh Let's eat banana.. you eat me I eat you..( kite banana pe.. ) jadi we get rid all the B3 and B4 and of course tinggal A's jerr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA LA AKU DA MEREPEK NI. lol&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Hassan&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! funny siaaaa fuzahhh.&lt;br /&gt;you know, we should write B3 and B4 on the banana and eat it. then we write A1 and A2 on another two bananas and we keep it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;nanti busuk belo! hahaha. kayy aku pun merepek. hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahfuzah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! :DDD Kelakar pe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh cannot, B for banana. A for apple la.. so kiter jadi Apple in the pajamas.. i think it will look cute sey. what do u tink? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad u can layan me..lol&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Hassan&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. as long as we can find pyjamas for the apple's size. hahahhaha. merepek sehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkpe aku layan kaw. best!&lt;br /&gt;44 seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;Write a comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Fuzah is cute sometimes. SOMETIMES ehhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since its Ramadhan now, i actually have my own aims for this holy month. I want peace. In myself that is. Oh and i wanna try to go terawih once a week again like last time. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy fasting Ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8342799219333428080?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8342799219333428080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8342799219333428080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-4250268676626024871</id><published>2009-08-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:25:26.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 guns.</title><content type='html'>Im looking for a place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Malay O-levels.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lay here and never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;But on second thought, i wanna get over it asap, achieve self-actualization and lead a successful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-4250268676626024871?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4250268676626024871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4250268676626024871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/21-guns.html' title='21 guns.'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3900159263919981795</id><published>2009-08-15T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:06:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdaysss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SoYl0zSp9UI/AAAAAAAAA8g/7hjgTDfOYhE/s1600-h/Picture_011%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SoYl0zSp9UI/AAAAAAAAA8g/7hjgTDfOYhE/s400/Picture_011%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021194737775938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to wake up at 8.45am in the morning and watch playhouse Disney till 11am. Sheesh. Going out with parents later. My saturdays are getting mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3900159263919981795?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3900159263919981795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3900159263919981795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturdaysss.html' title='Saturdaysss'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SoYl0zSp9UI/AAAAAAAAA8g/7hjgTDfOYhE/s72-c/Picture_011%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3294991187120381808</id><published>2009-08-13T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:21:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>I had it! I had it fooling around all the time and almost failing my maths and sciences all the time. Time for an attitude change. Seriously its not that late for me to start doing revisions again right? All i need is a lot of time and lots of caffeine. Took me this long to realize that O's is a fucking 2 months away. TWO MONTHS. I gotta to be kidding. On top of that, Malay O-level results is next Wednesday. Gotta get ready some cash for the bet with Fuzah. Hopefully we both get the same grades so its Starbucks for the both of us. Hmm, caramel frappucino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with tonight, im gonna do my Chemistry revisions at 12am-2am.&lt;br /&gt;"You can sleep when you're dead!"- Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3294991187120381808?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3294991187120381808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3294991187120381808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1428576955011888012</id><published>2009-08-10T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:06:28.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayy fine. Ignore the previous post. Hmph!</title><content type='html'>Im so sleepy right now. Adam slept over and he just have to wake me up at 7am in the morning. So annoying. In which he chose to play the psp at full volume beside me while i tried to sleep again. I had to throw 2 pillows at him then he moves away. As the weather was nice, i lay in bed and tried to fall asleep again but to no avail. I sat down feeling groggy and feverish until 11am when i decided to pour some cold water over my aching body. The new pillows is so not effective. Met Kak Syaza and we ended up not studying, just walking from one terminal to another. Had starbucks again. What a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the two previous posts, you can actually see that im annoyed as some people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;, just because he's older that doesn't mean I have to respect him like how i respect others who are older than me. He apparently demand for respect. Come on, who the hell wanna respect an ASSHOLE GUY who doesn't even provides the mother and instead go around asking for money like allowance? Bodoh punye jantan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;, he's girlfriend is so ugly and she wears the hot pants when her thigh is a big as an elephant. Seriously that fats hanging over there is so horrendous. Need to ask her parents to get for her those cheap kain at Geylang to cover her up. Disgusting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thirdly&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, that stupid guy just have to be my abg sdare. The guy who scolded his own father when his father needed help on the morning of his death. The guy who kicked his sister bedroom door until there is a big giant hole there because of some fight. The guy who blamed his older sister for being stupid in school. The guy who brought home many girls and said he wants to marry them but until now he is not even married. Im thankful he's just my cousin not my own big brother.  It would be a disgrace having an irresponsible asshole as an older brother. And the really funny thing is he just have to say that he is better than the rest of the people here. How does it feel having nearly everybody in the house not talking to you? Shame on you bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's physics, poa 2, maths 2 and chemistry tests next week. Wow. This is so drilling us man.&lt;br /&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/37166209-1428576955011888012?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1428576955011888012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1428576955011888012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/kayy-fine-ignore-previous-post-hmph.html' title='Kayy fine. Ignore the previous post. Hmph!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-72561686385133700</id><published>2009-08-10T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:22:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Seriously im neglecting blogging nowdays. Pre-prelims is driving me nuts. Its not as if i studied, just that im worried i will flunk like always. The funny thing is im not even trying to change my attitude towards studying. Ugh. I hate myself. I should probably consider jumping into the reservoir or maybe the new thing sitting in front of an incoming train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-72561686385133700?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/72561686385133700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/72561686385133700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3243368573179994628</id><published>2009-08-08T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:20:27.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with blogger???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3243368573179994628?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3243368573179994628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3243368573179994628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-9120105891221229518</id><published>2009-08-04T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:37:45.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited: Fuck You</title><content type='html'>Fought hard yesterday with some people. Guys are so ego. They practically think they rule the world. And furthermore, some people thought im afraid to stand up for my rights. Please lah, im seventeen and im so not intimidated by you. Remember, you're a guy and if ever your hand touches my face, im gonna kick your dick hard enough that there wouldn't be father's day for you. I fucking dont care if you learn silat or whatsoever. Once i hate someone, i abhor even hearing your name.  No wonder your father died, he can't bear to have an asshole son like you. Fuck You! I can bombard you with many FB status and blog coz if i were to see you face to face, it will end up you shouting in my face. Cause why? You are scared I will unleash all your lies in front of your mother. Don't tell me i didn't put my family as my first priority alright dude. However much i fought with my brother, i still love him. Unlike you, who put your girlfriend as your top priority and celebrated Mother's Day with your girlfriend's mother leaving your mum at home alone. Luckily there's me and your sister. Its not as if you're gonna marry that girl. For goodness sake, she's only 21, the same age as Kak Syaza. Is it even legal? And speaking of your sister, you wanna know why I like her better than you? Its because even if i fought with her on small stuffs, she won't shout to my face like how you did. Even if she bullied my brother, its not as bad as how you bullied him. You will go like, "Nabil, amekkan air utk aku... Nabil amekkan tuala aku...." For the love of God, your towel stinks. And another thing about your sister is she don't 'ungkit' back her things i used. Unlike you, you just have to 'ungkit' all the things of yours i use. Want me to 'ungkit' all the things that my parents buy for you before i was born? Seriously with your flimsy 1500$ a month won't be able to pay back my parents. Anyway, i pity your girlfriend to have end up with a guy like you. But you both look ugly together so i think that the good point. I seriously won't be blind enough to have a guy like you. Desperate much? I think so. And its a good thing i didn't post your picture here coz then the whole of Singapore's girls population won't even want you. I'll get my revenge sooner or later. Or maybe i just sit one corner and see you suffer coz there's always God and karma. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-9120105891221229518?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/9120105891221229518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/9120105891221229518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuck-you-will-edit-it-once-i-get-my.html' title='Edited: Fuck You'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2910883672885876338</id><published>2009-08-01T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:08:14.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eYBj0brGAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eYBj0brGAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i missed those times in Thailand, Chiang Mai back when i was in primary five. I bought Tata Young's first album and now i don't know where is it. I doubt anyone knows all her songs except for the Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy. My primary school friends and I did a good impersonation of that song last time. Those times. I think im gonna drop by my primary school one of these days. Its been like 5 years since I set my foot there. Hahaha. Wtf am i talking about? Btw arab street later. Sheesha? Maybe. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2910883672885876338?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2910883672885876338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2910883672885876338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/08/tata-young.html' title='Tata Young'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1056595461920139809</id><published>2009-07-26T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:23:15.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Smunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmwB37qh2XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/o3-CKhXAmxQ/s1600-h/090726_124009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmwB37qh2XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/o3-CKhXAmxQ/s400/090726_124009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362663316711922034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always look like that when i haven't get my daily dose of froot loops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its nearly 3pm and i have not bathe and i have not eaten proper food. All i had was a handful of froot loops and leftovers from god knows when. Maklong is gonna cook something soon but i doubt when since she fell asleep. I think im gonna cook something fast and fulfilling before i start being cranky. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also no tuition today since Mdm Norsiah is sick. I so want to play with the Nintendo Wii. Sheesh. This weekend, i have not been studying much. The only thing i did was memorise all the alkenes, alkanes and alcohols for Chem. That is still considered studying right? Oh yes, im that girl who is taking her O's and finds it hard to pick up her books to do revisions. That is so me. Bleahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1056595461920139809?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1056595461920139809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1056595461920139809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-smunday.html' title='Today is Smunday'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmwB37qh2XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/o3-CKhXAmxQ/s72-c/090726_124009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6780953242929337387</id><published>2009-07-25T21:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:52:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay-Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsI9eT5LiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CoVbxajs91I/s1600-h/Zaweome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsI9eT5LiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CoVbxajs91I/s400/Zaweome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389633516252706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsI4_VP7_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/4EDIszHxq7I/s1600-h/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsI4_VP7_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/4EDIszHxq7I/s400/Friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389556480962546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsIsPUeWhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/I1ZnLHJe0vs/s1600-h/Wahahaahah%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsIsPUeWhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/I1ZnLHJe0vs/s400/Wahahaahah%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389337434380818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsImmXdq6I/AAAAAAAAA74/KCsDWH2ktOw/s1600-h/Sumpah+annoying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsImmXdq6I/AAAAAAAAA74/KCsDWH2ktOw/s400/Sumpah+annoying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389240541719458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsIfW3MKNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CJ6xcvwQWW4/s1600-h/Day+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsIfW3MKNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CJ6xcvwQWW4/s400/Day+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389116120738002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsIbw8jeRI/AAAAAAAAA7o/cYDVOXaEwa4/s1600-h/Ciku%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsIbw8jeRI/AAAAAAAAA7o/cYDVOXaEwa4/s400/Ciku%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389054403082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays is always awesome. But yesterday was the one of the bestest Fridays ever. My parents didn't call me until 9 plus. At that point of time, im already on the way walking home. So basically, its like parents-free day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My face will always be forever annoying and no I'm not photogenic. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pathetic. My mum promised to go marketing but instead we headed down to Geylang. She actually gave a choice between Parkway or Geylang. I was like yeah anywhere as long as there is somewhere i can get my toiletries. So she decided Geylang. At least there's ntuc there. My mum was super annoying. I don't know how long we were at the new 'pasar'. It was hot and stuffy. There were many people there. She kept on walking in front of me with maklong complimenting on how good the new 'pasar' is. I was annoyed so i had my ipod on full blast and just ignored my mum and maklong 'shopping' time. Ate at Hajah Maimunah and my mum didn't felt like going to ntuc anymore. Annoying or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm basically online on msn, fb and twitter. Shucks! I haven't do my revisions for today. Damn damn damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6780953242929337387?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6780953242929337387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6780953242929337387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/gay-lang.html' title='Gay-Lang'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmsI9eT5LiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CoVbxajs91I/s72-c/Zaweome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-214080447191002312</id><published>2009-07-21T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:16:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGBavN_9gHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGBavN_9gHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ahhh Nabil. I cannot stop singing this song. Totally sounds like NDP. Maybe Singapore should use this song as one of the songs we sing at NDP. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-214080447191002312?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/214080447191002312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/214080447191002312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/heal-world.html' title='Heal The World'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6619172689139025958</id><published>2009-07-18T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:04:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmE7nDso0kI/AAAAAAAAA7g/16F48ozoglg/s1600-h/Image267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmE7nDso0kI/AAAAAAAAA7g/16F48ozoglg/s400/Image267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359630573741068866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sore throat. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's plan is to go City Hall, get a few donuts and fro-yo the head down to Kak Syaza's house for kenduri. My headphones died on me. Need to get new one. Its the second time this year. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6619172689139025958?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6619172689139025958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6619172689139025958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-hall.html' title='City Hall'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SmE7nDso0kI/AAAAAAAAA7g/16F48ozoglg/s72-c/Image267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8342680336461529386</id><published>2009-07-15T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:38:09.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>I ditched my revisions today for Angels and Demons. I read the book from 7.30 all the way to 9.15pm. At that point of time, i have to stop as my eyes were already aching from straining to read the small fonts of the book. I was also not focus whilst studying with Haifaa and Zah at the school canteen just now. My mind literally wander around whenever i tried to do a Physics question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, i think there is 2 Science Practical tomorrow, both Chemistry and Physics. But then again, i hate Physics, so whatever. Well frankly, i hate anything that has Maths in it except counting of the molar mass and stuffs. That i can live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, i would be able to catch Harry Potter with Kak Syaza tomorrow. Im in need of a movie to relax my mind. All those hours reading Angels and Demons have made me want to learn more about the religion barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late already so, GoodNight World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8342680336461529386?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8342680336461529386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8342680336461529386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7105164889999278566</id><published>2009-07-14T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:15:48.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday. And tomorrow is Wednesday. Right.</title><content type='html'>My revisions apparently didn't go according to plan. Im all into procrastination nowdays. Homeworks not done, notes strewn everywhere and i've been having less that 6 hours of sleep. And the fact is, i actually read books until the wees hours of the morning. I tried once to read my history textbook and i actually fell asleep after reading something about the Weimar Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many months to O's? Frankly, that i don't want to know cause i have not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Zero preparation= F9s in O-levels.&lt;br /&gt;So screw me head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekeends have been a bliss. Head down to JB on Saturday afternoon. Did marketing, ate a lot of satay and mee rebus and we got to watch Ghazal at Kotaraya! My uncle was pretty excited about it, he was all, "Eh! Kejap! Ghazal! I wanna watch this". The ghazal actually lasted for like an hour. Saw someone that looks like Juju and my mum and dad went, both at the same time, " Chaaa! Juremy!". I was like laughing so hard and the funny thing was the guy was  doing some Indian dance. Totally remind me of Juju and his Indian heritage. Reached home at 3am, totally shagged but decided to stay awake and watched Princess Protection Program with Kak Ani. Demi was so awesome. Selena is as usual, tom-boyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday woke up at 1pm and was late for Poa tuition. Its starts at 2.30pm and its in Pasir Ris. Rushed there and i was like the first person to reached there. -_- Tuition lasted till 5pm and afterwhich i played Nintendo Wii with Mdm Norsiah's son. It was awesome. I wanna get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, started this week on the wrong foot. I tried to avoid conflicts and lock myself away from starting a conflict but instead i didn't. But hey, like i care. If people can use sarcasm and lie straight to my face, why can't i? And when im sarcastic and i lie, i do it all better that you do. So GAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7105164889999278566?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7105164889999278566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7105164889999278566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-and-tomorrow-is-wednesday-right.html' title='Tuesday. And tomorrow is Wednesday. Right.'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8777854426270896274</id><published>2009-07-09T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:11:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SlXN6VCbRaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mbFaF5bNNWk/s1600-h/Kak+Syazaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SlXN6VCbRaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mbFaF5bNNWk/s400/Kak+Syazaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356413733790500258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a good liar you know. People called and sms-ed me and asked how i did for my malay oral just now. And i innocently can say yeah its not bad. I said i did good when in actual fact i screwed up. The examiner was asking a question and i totally answered it out of point. The examiner was also staring at me with piercing eyes and i have to say that im not intimidated by it at all. All i can see when i stare back and made eye-contact with her is that her eyelashes was super long. Probably fake one or maybe real. Lol. I can also say that i won't get that distiction in oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i sent my DPA just now. No comments about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im halfway reading my Angels and Demons. Its super interesting. Being a historian or a physicist sounds awesome but in the Science department, i rather choose chemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;My week have been in a turmoil. I hate my life. Right now. And Maths is tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8777854426270896274?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8777854426270896274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8777854426270896274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed Up'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SlXN6VCbRaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mbFaF5bNNWk/s72-c/Kak+Syazaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8708957230252817571</id><published>2009-07-07T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:00:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed-Time</title><content type='html'>Its past my bed-time but Zah told me to check what courses i want for Dpa. Plus its getting on my nerves, just to load the page, it took me 5 whole mins. My time is precious you know. Yes, my choices are down to three. Still deciding. Someone please help me. And i don't bloody care if my mid-year sucks, i just wanna try it. Bleahh. Stress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8708957230252817571?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8708957230252817571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8708957230252817571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/bed-time.html' title='Bed-Time'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1249301258567088977</id><published>2009-07-06T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:59:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SlHUYFTHYSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/zZyh1sLwX8U/s1600-h/Donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SlHUYFTHYSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/zZyh1sLwX8U/s400/Donuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355294942124532002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to airport t2 to study since SS test tomorrow. Frankly, i only understand why Venice fall but not how Venice rise. Yes. Its annoying. From Lays to McPedas, i can say that im seriously full now. Oh and we tried the Cinnamon Melts which is so scrumptious but its too sweet. It kinda reminds me of Auntie Anne's pretzels. Talking about pretzels, its been such a long time since we had pretzels and old-fashioned vanilla ice-cream right Kak Syaza? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week plans is to a) update my Dnt journal! must must must! b) find out what how to solve radians. yes i don't know. c) try to finish reading up Angels and Demons d) remind my mum to buy froot loops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update my pathetic blog on weekends kayy.&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays=Busy Schedule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1249301258567088977?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1249301258567088977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1249301258567088977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-is-tomorrow.html' title='School is Tomorrow'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SlHUYFTHYSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/zZyh1sLwX8U/s72-c/Donuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6935774621793852333</id><published>2009-07-04T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:11:56.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk989E5oiuI/AAAAAAAAA6w/K1QmMKWEDus/s1600-h/Mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk989E5oiuI/AAAAAAAAA6w/K1QmMKWEDus/s320/Mary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354635870696147682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i wish my parents are really rich so that whenever i have problems that i wanna run away from, i can just go to some far away, peaceful country to find peace. Im getting tired of all this. I can listen to people's problems but i can't bring myself to share my problems with people. It's funny how life works. So you would probably guess where im heading to after i become an adolescent. Everyone have their own masks, i want to take off this mask. Unleash the real me but I can't. My parents also say i can't. Im tired of being who im not really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6935774621793852333?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6935774621793852333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6935774621793852333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk989E5oiuI/AAAAAAAAA6w/K1QmMKWEDus/s72-c/Mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-5263760930163797690</id><published>2009-07-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:50:36.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk9M0gn1S_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/LqcCu3ldFZ0/s1600-h/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk9M0gn1S_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/LqcCu3ldFZ0/s320/Friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354582946960722930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have the greatest people in my life, what more can i ask for? Oh yeah i wanna ask for the iTouch, Blackberry and a piano. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the question somebody asked me just now made speechless. She was asking me casually, " So dah ade boyfriend?". I was like whattt? Me? Boyfriend? You serious? You gotto be kidding me. That also made me laugh. Of all people, she have to picked me for that rheotorical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now was like my random moment, I was with my bike, sweating after cycling at the park near my house. I was waiting for the lift, waiting and waiting and the lift finally reached the ground floor. There was a group of boys inside so i was like yeahh whatever. Then to my surprise one of them said, "Eh Natasha! Watsup?" It turns out he was my primary school mate. And omg! He's taller than me. Seriously its not fair. Pfuit! And i casually replied, " Yeahhh. Watsup?" and quickly took the lift. Heh. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im waiting for Manja Lara on teevee then im gonna study about Venice. Adiossss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, I broke up with ciku. :(&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S, I want my froot loops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-5263760930163797690?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5263760930163797690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5263760930163797690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-people.html' title='Greatest People'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk9M0gn1S_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/LqcCu3ldFZ0/s72-c/Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6861209745611231591</id><published>2009-07-03T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:48:22.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week After Term Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk4lZOZpBeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Kn9Nu-VCwwI/s1600-h/Kekawans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk4lZOZpBeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Kn9Nu-VCwwI/s320/Kekawans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354258122282698210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No updates this week, been busy and i have not log in to the lappy for like 5 days straight. Been surfing the worldwide web using the cellphone. Damn, i love wireless. So anyway school was oh-kay  this week. Its filled with laughter, jokes and more laughter everyday. And of course, its us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Perang Jepun just now at Hei Sushi was Kak Syaza. It was awesome. Full to the max man! I just love my chicken salad and udon. So delish. Then head down to tamp1 for our usual fix, j.co yogurt. And i don't know why, after sharing with Kak Syaza one bowl of the yogurt, i still want more! Then we bought more but its the single one. So it was not enough. Im still craving for more! Kayy, i have to stop the exclamation mark thingy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Mary after that and we talked and talked and talked many many many things. Until it was 10 plus that we decided to go home. Fortunately, my hp batt was low so my parents can't find me and i have the perfect excuse for not calling them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my eyes are half-closed. Msn-ing with Mary, Faceboobing and watching Wizards of Waverly Place. Plus i have this stupid Speech Day tomorrow at school that i have to attend. Spoil my entire Saturday's plan and the funny thing is we have to bring our thermometer. I know, its just ridiculous. Bleah. I think i better go sleep now. Im so high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SS and History Pre-Prelim Exams next week. Venice and Cuban Missile Crisis. Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6861209745611231591?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6861209745611231591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6861209745611231591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-week-after-term-break.html' title='First Week After Term Break'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sk4lZOZpBeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Kn9Nu-VCwwI/s72-c/Kekawans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1497535564976401138</id><published>2009-06-28T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:54:02.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SkZFYhKp3VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/p9F7Dy_PBNw/s1600-h/Picture_009%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SkZFYhKp3VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/p9F7Dy_PBNw/s320/Picture_009%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041494698646866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SkZFUXxqDiI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2A-tibQzfgc/s1600-h/Picture_008%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SkZFUXxqDiI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2A-tibQzfgc/s320/Picture_008%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041423458405922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are actually sleepy but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; forcing it open just so i could enjoy staying up late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. School is opening and i didn't enjoy it at all because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt; and the huge-pile of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. Well, its not as if i finished all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. All i hope for now is that i don't fall asleep in class next Monday. I heard there's gonna be an attire check, i hope my hair will not be an issue. Plus i have to act sick so that i can go home early and not submit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bedek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just now was like an amazing race. From Bras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Basah&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt; for Art Friend then back to City Hall for J.CO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; but it turns out that the outlet was too small and cramped and there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; i think so we settled down for Donut Factory which we haven't ate for like a year or longer. We sat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Macd&lt;/span&gt; and saw the helicopters carrying the Singapore flag. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Niceee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; died on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;. I found this out when i was on twitter. Cardiac arrests. So sad. Like i said before, the moonwalk was awesome. I can never do it perfectly but he can. Rest in peace. Turns out he died a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have i accomplished this hols?&lt;br /&gt;1) Read New Moon but still haven't finish yet.&lt;br /&gt;2) Did proper filing of my notes since it was strewn everywhere&lt;br /&gt;3) Finished my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;artefact&lt;/span&gt;, just that i need to stick the photo frames&lt;br /&gt;4) Didn't step into the library for a month, maybe my fines is a few dollars already since i have not returned the library books. I also misplaced one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bleah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Caught only, unfortunately, 2 movies (I still owe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Syaza&lt;/span&gt; a movie date)&lt;br /&gt;6) Spent almost everyday of my hols at school except for the weekends&lt;br /&gt;7) Slept at 10.30pm everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i was shagged from all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dnt&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Manage to convinced my parents that i need an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;iTouch&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; (my mum said maybe so i don't want to get my hopes up too high. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;9) Sat in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;teevee&lt;/span&gt; watching Playhouse Disney for 2 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list ends there, apparently i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do anything much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodnight for now since its already 12.52am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1497535564976401138?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1497535564976401138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1497535564976401138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-believe-i.html' title='Can&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SkZFYhKp3VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/p9F7Dy_PBNw/s72-c/Picture_009%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8585714833873316191</id><published>2009-06-25T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:12:19.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knife-Point</title><content type='html'>Just now when i went downstairs to get the letters from the mailbox, i heard loud noises made by some people. Turns out there is this young woman and a young man fighting. My first thought was just couple fighting, they'll get over it. What i saw next, made me jumped in to help. Apparently the woman was holding a knife towards herself and said "I'll kill myself if you don't like me" or something like that. It was inaudible. Then i was like standing there looking at them, speechless. At that point of time, i think my mind was working on its own. What i said was, "Babe, seriously its not worth it to kill yourself over this guy." Well, she was crying at the point of commiting suicide and her boyfriend was not doing anything and instead challenge her plus i don't want to see blood stains at my void deck. Juju was on the phone with me and was worried that i might get attacked. So i hung up on him. I went to stand beside the woman and she was shouting at that guy so i was like alright guys let's settle this. Also at that point of time, the woman is not pointing the knife towards her, she was then holding it by her side. And the funny thing was, in my mind i was actually imagining that she might tripped on something and the knife actually went through me. LOL. Then they were talking and the woman look at me and what i said next was really hilarious. I said," Threatening much?" And actually laugh. wth! I really thought she was gonna stab me because of what i said as she was walking towards me with the knife. My inside actually freeze up. But well unfortunately, she passed me the knife so i was like ohhkaayyy, this is my prize for helping you guys. Wonderful! So I left the knife inside the lift for the next couple to use it. Heh. Now when i recalled the incident, it actually sound kinda hilarious. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i can actually do a good police report. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and someone wants me to mention her name so i will just say this YAH OKAY CIKU! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8585714833873316191?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8585714833873316191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8585714833873316191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/knife-point.html' title='Knife-Point'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3612682686380243284</id><published>2009-06-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:30:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=100683391620&amp;amp;h=n-OB0&amp;amp;u=btx-G&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=100683391620&amp;amp;h=n-OB0&amp;amp;u=btx-G&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to the website above, i was speechless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3612682686380243284?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3612682686380243284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3612682686380243284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6243110027481426660</id><published>2009-06-22T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:50:46.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't about how fast i got there</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking, been pondering, been wondering and i have been asking. What's people and their paper chase? Come on man, take a chill pill, relax. Its not as if you're gonna die without getting a degree or a diploma, but frankly speaking you will if you live in Singapore. Apparently without a education here, you can actually say hello to no job. And if you were to live somewhere else, im sure its easier to go to college without even have to try that hard. Just that you have pass all classes and your GPAs and SATs have to be good. Plus if you were to be rejected by all colleges, you can open up your own college like in the movie 'Accepted'. So what im trying to say here is we should be allowed to study what we want. If i have the choice, i wouldn't want to be doing Dnt in the workshop but i want to actually study about the human science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, im going to study my maths now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6243110027481426660?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6243110027481426660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6243110027481426660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/aint-about-how-fast-i-got-there.html' title='Ain&apos;t about how fast i got there'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7984395821618475884</id><published>2009-06-21T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:33:01.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop it!</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to stop watching ghost hunters on StarWorld and youtube. It's giving me the jitters but im still watching it. Can probably spots a few fake stuffs but some others were real. Scaryy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7984395821618475884?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7984395821618475884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7984395821618475884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-it.html' title='Stop it!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-522557415507196526</id><published>2009-06-20T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:07:29.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy! Thanks Haifaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-hsDoXBopE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-hsDoXBopE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgeujbnnpXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgeujbnnpXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-522557415507196526?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/522557415507196526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/522557415507196526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/catchy-thanks-haifaa.html' title='Catchy! Thanks Haifaa!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8391699555362645209</id><published>2009-06-17T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:11:18.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zah's Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjhsTZJEXFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/W0sCjxAQa0g/s1600-h/Zah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjhsTZJEXFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/W0sCjxAQa0g/s320/Zah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348143637924699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthdayy to Nourhafezza Bte Ahmad Sunny! Finally seventeen ehh girl. Welcome to the club. Last long with ketek. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw with the kids here, i can't seem to have a quiet time on my own. Its either whining and diaper-changing every hour. Annnoying or what. Plus im reading new moon again. Kayy lame. Hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8391699555362645209?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8391699555362645209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8391699555362645209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/zahs-seventeen.html' title='Zah&apos;s Seventeen'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjhsTZJEXFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/W0sCjxAQa0g/s72-c/Zah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2440664846516104517</id><published>2009-06-14T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:59:22.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjSts7MYu1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/g7Mm8lm5gMA/s1600-h/Image268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjSts7MYu1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/g7Mm8lm5gMA/s320/Image268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347089644911115090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2440664846516104517?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2440664846516104517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2440664846516104517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjSts7MYu1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/g7Mm8lm5gMA/s72-c/Image268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-5179162143602012351</id><published>2009-06-13T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:13:21.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjN3i2pWzmI/AAAAAAAAA54/U6Ceo0LosbA/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjN3i2pWzmI/AAAAAAAAA54/U6Ceo0LosbA/s320/LOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346748623287144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is so fresh that i decided to do yoga and meditate for a bit. Believe me, i have not done this for such a long time. Last time i did was when i got to the rooftop of a carpark and sat there for like an hour of meditation. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is another boring and bleah day. I went out with my mum again to hangout with her old secondary friends. And i realized that all her friends have kids like Adam's age. Which is so odd since all of them are near my mum's age. So me being the oldest there, start to talk to the kids casually. It felt like as if im talking to my nephew and nieces. Hahaha. Talking about the kids, looks like me and maklong are going to their grandparents house later. Can't wait to meet Aisyah though. She always wants me to read her a book. Im so gonna ask her to read twilight when she knows how to read. Kayy lamee -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to set my foot in a foreign land this year but i have not done yet and Johor doesn't count kayy. Looks like im stuck in Singapore this year. My mum apparently thinks that if she brings me for a short trip, it might affect my studies. I seriously want to tell her that no matter what i do, i still procrastinate and my results sucks. Plus i have been begging her to bring me somewhere. Anywhere. GSS is here and she's really busy with work. Annoying or what. Then she starts asking whether i wanna go Bangkok or not. Just the two of us. I was like hell yeah of course i want. So i don't know whether she's planning something or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my post is kinda lenghty today. So this means im so bored right now. Kayy lah not so since im actually re-reading new moon. Plus there's not dnt next week. Should i say "aww man" or "yesssahhh!" LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-5179162143602012351?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5179162143602012351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5179162143602012351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/yogaa.html' title='Yogaa!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SjN3i2pWzmI/AAAAAAAAA54/U6Ceo0LosbA/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6155656027906553620</id><published>2009-06-11T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:20:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holidays is now? Are you serious?</title><content type='html'>Yes i understood perfectly that my holidays starts after my O's but seriously can't i at least get some rest? Dnt have been eating two weeks on my studying time and my schedule is going haywire. Days are so predictable nowdays, its always the same, dnt from 9am-4pm afterwhich i will be so shagged that i went to sleep as early as 10 plus sometimes even at 9pm. I have not even start my revisions and there's a maths mock exam at the last week of school. Seriously i need to manage my time properly. Like from now. Stooopidd artefact, if its not O-levels, i swear to God, im not gonna give my best. I seriously need opinions, help, guidance and decision-making help from my teacher and he's not helping me. I even approached him a few times and he just said, "I have no comments". Frankly, my artefact is kinda nice. Well, its functional at least. Right, i think i breathed in too much fumes from the lacquering and chloroforming. Let's hope im not brain dead when school reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6155656027906553620?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6155656027906553620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6155656027906553620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-holidays-is-now-are-you-serious.html' title='School Holidays is now? Are you serious?'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6734708181370342339</id><published>2009-06-08T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:02:33.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What?</title><content type='html'>Im gonna go finish my hols assignments tonight. All i know is that i have a few stacks of homeworks stashed in my backpack. Speaking of which, i need my poa tuition soon. It's like depriving me from enjoying my goal of finishing the 30 qns poa paper in 5 hours. Let see if i can do that. All i need is lots of accounting paper, a dustbin and my trusty calculator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6734708181370342339?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6734708181370342339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6734708181370342339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-what.html' title='You Know What?'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2666194997167695321</id><published>2009-06-08T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:00:05.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We+Ciku!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sizge5sWu7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/3s-qnIFskWI/s1600-h/090602_205636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sizge5sWu7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/3s-qnIFskWI/s320/090602_205636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893679269493682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, ciku is in purple. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2666194997167695321?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2666194997167695321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2666194997167695321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/weciku.html' title='We+Ciku!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sizge5sWu7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/3s-qnIFskWI/s72-c/090602_205636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7623300990475823702</id><published>2009-06-07T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:07:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Monday! What the hell have i been doing the whole weekend? And Kak Ani can you not be a kepo and read what im typing? Sheesh. And as she was sitting beside me, seh is also chatting with me on msn. Yes i know, she's annoyinggg. Hahaha. And she can read whatever im typing like 1 metre away from where she is sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. DNt tomorrow. Let's hope its not buffing again. Please. Im sick of buffing. Apparently my hand is too large to hold my small pieces. Whatever. Im going to sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7623300990475823702?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7623300990475823702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7623300990475823702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3257725133588436388</id><published>2009-06-06T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:46:48.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SinKaLAvzoI/AAAAAAAAA5g/BiZJ6WhsZ7o/s1600-h/090529_175411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344024983833136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SinKaLAvzoI/AAAAAAAAA5g/BiZJ6WhsZ7o/s320/090529_175411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want my starbucks! And that plush toy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3257725133588436388?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3257725133588436388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3257725133588436388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SinKaLAvzoI/AAAAAAAAA5g/BiZJ6WhsZ7o/s72-c/090529_175411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-860004994906604682</id><published>2009-06-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:34:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4K8wr9JnbDs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4K8wr9JnbDs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-860004994906604682?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/860004994906604682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/860004994906604682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-this.html' title='Watch This!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-304294415343617326</id><published>2009-06-04T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:10:05.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im A Beast When You Turn Me On</title><content type='html'>So here's the thing, much to my chagrin, i have to finish my artifact by this June and also crammed all the Science and Humans notes into my head by this month. Yes, a lot of work and guess what? I won't complain. I have to persevere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; being bullied by the small pieces of acrylic which is so hard to buff at the edges, i will just have to endure it since its the major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;. I have to pass my artifact since my journal and theory sucks. And there is also a lot of fantastic movies coming up and i don't think i have the time to catch all of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus plus thank God my parents are coming back this Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; can hereby declare myself broke. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; left with like 9 $ for tomorrow and another 17$ inside my bank to spent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so broke and i was actually planning to keep half the money my parents gave me for this week. Right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna die if they know that i can't handle my *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;* properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-304294415343617326?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/304294415343617326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/304294415343617326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-beast-when-you-turn-me-on.html' title='Im A Beast When You Turn Me On'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-982117857868615383</id><published>2009-06-03T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:01:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the future Cybertron</title><content type='html'>I thought today was Thursday. And i was getting pretty excited of Friday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway today had Dnt after school. Till next week or until we finish the artefact. I can pretty much say that im like 1/4 done on my first piece. Been buffing the whole afternoon. And yes Hanim was talking craps, me and Haifaa was like what? Fuzah! Come back soon and entertain Hanim will ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;Im shagged. I slept from the time i came home till all the way to Maghrib and nobody bother to wake me up. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Plus im supposed to be doing Physics now but i felt like doing Chemistry so i did Chemistry. I can't seem to make the right decision! Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-982117857868615383?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/982117857868615383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/982117857868615383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/into-future-cybertron.html' title='Into the future Cybertron'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-5677212683691210810</id><published>2009-06-01T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:47:27.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam is sleeping over</title><content type='html'>Adam is sleeping over till Wednesday i think. Lucky kid, get to enjoy his holidays while im supposed to be studying 24/7. Sheesh. Luckily Aisyah is not here, if not it'll be a diaper-changing and 'why' phase week. Aisyah still have not get over her 'why' phase. Seriously its annoying coz everything you said will be accompanied by 'why'. It makes me go crazy but i still love that little pink freak girl. Anyway, Adam have been whining to play Pet Society on FB. So annoying. And of course im ignoring him. Seriously im such a good aunt. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So You Might Ask How My Malay Paper went?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have nothing to say. Its just that i wrote craps for Paper 1 and i screwed up my Paper 2. I even compared my answers with my friends and my answers were so different from them. I forsee having to re-take the paper again. I don't know. I don't have the confidence. It feels so intimidating to sit in the hall with the rest. And i was sleepy. I was having the pre-jitters for the exams that i manage to sleep only at 12plus in the morning. Plus i woke up at 3.48am in the morning thinking that its already 6am. LOL. Let's just put all the thoughts aside. Tomorrow is Extended Programme and Mahfuzah Ibrahim flying off for her Umrah. :D&lt;br /&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/37166209-5677212683691210810?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5677212683691210810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5677212683691210810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-is-sleeping-over.html' title='Adam is sleeping over'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2960826080822740856</id><published>2009-05-31T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:25:13.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to be who you really are.</title><content type='html'>Talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt; for almost 2 hours just now. Needed to clear my head on some issues. Things never occurred to me until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt; said about it. About who your real friends are, where you gonna end up in 5-10 years later and what's your purpose in life. Well, i can see where he is now. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; is a professional make-up artist and a wedding planner. And he's a guy. He's also 4 years older than me and we have been friends since when i was sec 1 and he was in sec 5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not ashamed to have a friend like him but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; ashamed that i can't achieved things i want like him. And he told me to chill it out, don't rush things up cause you might never know what you are capable of. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Righttt&lt;/span&gt;. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt; O-level Malay is tomorrow. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying not to make myself tense. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying not too think too much about the papers tomorrow. But the people around me are freaking making me tense. I think they find it necessary to remind me every minute to tell me that my paper is tomorrow. Thanks eh. So how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; actually feeling the puking sensation in my stomach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; i have not eaten anything. I also feel like crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; terrified that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna screw up the paper. I want an A. I've been getting too much B3 this year. I don't want to do the paper again. You know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna do? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna go pray and then sleep and then wish that everything that's gonna happen tomorrow is a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2960826080822740856?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2960826080822740856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2960826080822740856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-to-be-who-you-really-are.html' title='You have to be who you really are.'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-5305933793803064227</id><published>2009-05-30T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:57:58.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored and Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SiFISv3H2pI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oOkm1TQGqYI/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SiFISv3H2pI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oOkm1TQGqYI/s320/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630119960631954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: Aisyah Humairah&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3 years+&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 21st September 2005&lt;br /&gt;Description: Adorable and Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually at this time, im already sound asleep but hey today is Saturday. Anyway one more day. It feels like seconds left. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-5305933793803064227?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5305933793803064227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5305933793803064227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored-and-sleepy.html' title='Bored and Sleepy'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SiFISv3H2pI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oOkm1TQGqYI/s72-c/DSC00297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1008987716576319292</id><published>2009-05-29T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:04:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Movie Cartoons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzNbRkMezFY/SV9da_r3inI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aMFAeaPAni0/S660/n546556425_894739_640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 604px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzNbRkMezFY/SV9da_r3inI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aMFAeaPAni0/S660/n546556425_894739_640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/monsters_vs_aliens_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 744px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/monsters_vs_aliens_ver2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God that if i saw this two plush toys anywhere, im so gonna buy it with my allowance money. Boo and B.O.B(Bicarbonate Ostylezene Benzoate)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a intimidating note, Malay O-levels is this Monday, should i scream or shout? I don't know why but it seems scary to me this year. I just don't wanna screw up the paper. Please please Ya Allah, don't let me screw up the paper. Just don't let me be sick and that's enough. Only You know how scared i am. Its even scarier than that roller coaster ride in Disneyland that goes upside down. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berikan rahmat mu kepada kami semua Ya Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1008987716576319292?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1008987716576319292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1008987716576319292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/favourite-movie-cartoons.html' title='Favourite Movie Cartoons!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzNbRkMezFY/SV9da_r3inI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aMFAeaPAni0/s72-c/n546556425_894739_640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1790158246662151729</id><published>2009-05-27T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:39:56.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Holy Place</title><content type='html'>So my parents plus brother is going for Umrah. This time, i didn't tag along as i have Malay O's on Monday and they're going this Friday. I kinda miss having to wake up like 3am in the morning and got ready to go Masjidil Haram for Subuh. I also missed having to see those friendly faces smiling when I'm reading the Quran while waiting for Asar. And God, i missed the time when random Arabs would pass  me like a stick of bread that smelled like cheese when its actually wheat. And most of all, i missed going to Raudhah with lots of people trying to pass through, and i would hold my mum's hand and we will finally get to be at the front without even pushing anybody. Woohoo! And you should see the paintings at the ceiling of Raudhah, its spectacular. Oh man, i missed all of that and the 2 turbulence on air while on the way home. I can still remember my brother's face turning white as sheet when the turbulence. And i would laugh at him and actually I'm scared myself because I'm afraid of dying on air. My body would be charred. And nobody could identify me. LOL. Anyway, i wish i could go with them, but hey not this year, there's always next year. And its not as if God can't listen to your prayers even though you're in Singapore. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1790158246662151729?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1790158246662151729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1790158246662151729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-holy-place.html' title='That Holy Place'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2974379777140653327</id><published>2009-05-26T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:11:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motions Of Life</title><content type='html'>I can pretty much say my life is getting more and more unpredictable. No seriously. Like just now for example, i didn't plan to go to the library but somehow i still went and got a few books. English books when my Malay O-level is just next Monday. Well, there's nothing much i can do with a few malay books anyway. It might take a week for me to finish a book. Talking about malay, i can see that my grades are slowly falling down. Not my usual grades that i got. Im also freakin scared to aim high as im scared that i will get below what i wanted and then after that feeling miserable a few days. Believe me, im that pathetic. All i need is that i don't screwed up that paper on Monday. And guess what? I don't even know what 'isytihar' means just now. Irritating. And you can keep reading my twitter. Apparently i find it very tempting to update every few minutes. Sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2974379777140653327?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2974379777140653327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2974379777140653327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/motions-of-life.html' title='Motions Of Life'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-600659364480903804</id><published>2009-05-24T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:12:27.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShlHjzzjazI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dOoWX4c52X0/s1600-h/090524_181203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShlHjzzjazI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dOoWX4c52X0/s320/090524_181203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339377513751866162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShlHcdXqZwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zdt5abxrbn4/s1600-h/090524_173124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShlHcdXqZwI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zdt5abxrbn4/s320/090524_173124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339377387470219010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And i promised her not to upload this pictures anywhere. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-600659364480903804?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/600659364480903804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/600659364480903804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShlHjzzjazI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dOoWX4c52X0/s72-c/090524_181203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-333956041059704451</id><published>2009-05-22T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:53:21.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>Holidays is coming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to it. Not enjoying the holidays but more of catching up with the rest. I have loads to study and i shall not complain. Like what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Syaza&lt;/span&gt; said. I need to eradicate those procrastinating attitude and aiming too high. I can really feel my heart being stab by many daggers when i got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poa&lt;/span&gt;. And i just kept silent. Why? There's no point in sharing your pain with people as they don't really know how you feel. And it really irks me they having those long faces when they fucking fail only one subjects. Yes life is never fair. I burn the midnight oil to get good grades but in the end i didn't. And yes i know its my fault. Who the hell studied last minute? Oh yes, me alone. I really am not supposed to enjoy right now. I should be strapped to the study table and study even if its after the mid-year. Or maybe if i were someone else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; already at the top of the roof and waiting for the perfect time to jump down. But no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Natasha and i freaking have no guts to do things like that. And i don't want to suffer in hell, let me just suffer here first cause i know God promise a paradise in the end. And also i should be crying a river to get results like that. But no, i didn't cause i know i will do better the next time. Just let me fall hundreds of times so that i can learn my mistakes. I don't want to be complacent. I have kept telling myself that this is only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;. And if i want to be successful, i have to face failure a lot of time. You can probably read how hurt i am but still i keep my strong face. I don't want to affect others around me. Now all, i need is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt; on how i can achieve better. Will have to look for teachers for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-333956041059704451?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/333956041059704451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/333956041059704451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7954800288754737939</id><published>2009-05-22T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:50:04.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Plan</title><content type='html'>Im currently at National Library with Kak Syaza. We're heading down to Gloria Jeans at Marina Square to get caffeine later. I've been thinking, i need a game plan to succeed for my O's. Gonna plan soon. Ciaos. Kak Syaza is here. HAHAHAHa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7954800288754737939?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7954800288754737939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7954800288754737939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/game-plan.html' title='Game Plan'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1193595803533587262</id><published>2009-05-21T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:11:07.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dickhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShVDCVLewaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5jCTNp4DVnA/s1600-h/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShVDCVLewaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5jCTNp4DVnA/s320/mac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338246640641687970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. You know what i wanna do? I just wanna crawl into a tiny hole and never come out or maybe dig a hole and bury my head inside just like an ostrich. Or worst come to worst, i just wanna sleep and try not to wake up. If that is ever gonna happen. Fine, i'll take it as a challenge and if my grades don't improve by prelims. I can just forget about taking the O's. My current worry is O-level Malay which i really can't say how im gonna score. I have concluded that life is somehow intricate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1193595803533587262?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1193595803533587262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1193595803533587262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/dickhead.html' title='Dickhead.'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShVDCVLewaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5jCTNp4DVnA/s72-c/mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1846541547568955361</id><published>2009-05-20T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:43:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is in Australian Accent</title><content type='html'>I have possibly no comment about my Sciences. I'll just shut it away somewhere in the back of my head. Take it as challenge. Totally. And i did some quiz on facebook and this is what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautious people are critical thinkers. They draw conclusions and base action on facts, correctness, the rules and accuracy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They are slow paced and task oriented.&lt;/span&gt; They are trivia experts, someone who might appear on Jeopardy. They are very effective in their work. They combine intuition with facts to reach a conclusion. They like to work with people who think the way they do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They like to keep peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They may not be shy but people find it difficult to read them&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They don't show their feelings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They tend to protect their privacy.&lt;/span&gt; Aggressive people upset them. They control their environment by understanding the rules and following them. These may be existing rules or their own rules but they will follow them. They study privately to learn about a subject before discussing it in public. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They only start a project when they're sure of perfection.&lt;/span&gt; Perfection is very important to them. They tend to be critical of themselves. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;defend their position and support it rather than show flexibility&lt;/span&gt;. They think in outline form, frequently saying, "number 1 and b", thinking things in sequence. They make to-do lists. They ask, they don't tell. They want answers to their "WHY" and "HOW" questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like Bloody Hell, most of them are totally not true. The one highlighted in red is somehow true. Can't deny it. I think i need a nap. The workshop from 8am-5pm is making me lethargic. LOL. Studying later. Keep the pace people. Keep the pace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1846541547568955361?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1846541547568955361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1846541547568955361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-in-australian-accent.html' title='This is in Australian Accent'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1300492083089584196</id><published>2009-05-19T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:26:11.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawns*</title><content type='html'>Im so sleepy and its only 8.21pm. How pathetic. Plus i have some things i have not done like compiling and tidying up the notes that are strewn everywhere. I think i need coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygee, my eyelids are halfway closing.&lt;br /&gt;*must accomplish all the stuffs* (chants to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i had too much FUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1300492083089584196?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1300492083089584196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1300492083089584196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/yawns.html' title='*yawns*'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2647827782739327298</id><published>2009-05-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:00:00.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cikuuuu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShFP9f3ab8I/AAAAAAAAA44/BIE7gl1F_3g/s1600-h/ciku+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337134951355281346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShFP9f3ab8I/AAAAAAAAA44/BIE7gl1F_3g/s320/ciku+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 25th Birthday Cikuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Panjang umur dan murah rezeki. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and saya akan doakan cikuuuu cepat kahwin jugak!&lt;br /&gt;(jgn marah! LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2647827782739327298?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2647827782739327298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2647827782739327298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-cikuuuu.html' title='Happy Birthday Cikuuuu!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/ShFP9f3ab8I/AAAAAAAAA44/BIE7gl1F_3g/s72-c/ciku+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1883137517507364764</id><published>2009-05-18T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:25:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's either Im not a Human or I don't understand emotions</title><content type='html'>Have it ever occurred to you that some people out there are chasing for some girls or guys that they know they would never work out with are actually stupid? Have you ever heard of a girl who keep on dating many many guys and never actually hook up with one of them? Have you ever heard of a guy who actually msg you "I love you" everyday and then abandoned you without even saying goodbye or a final msg? Oh and i know most of you heard of the two-timer guy who actually have a girlfriend by his side while also fooling around and have sex with other girls cause the girlfriend said she don't want to lose her virginity.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously human's behaviour are getting more vile everyday. Its either God forgot to put their brains inside their head or they are pathetically stupid. And this is what i saw happening in the world. Not something i experience. I will never understand people. No wonder they make movies about aliens taking over the world. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1883137517507364764?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1883137517507364764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1883137517507364764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-either-im-not-human-or-i-dont.html' title='It&apos;s either Im not a Human or I don&apos;t understand emotions'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-4858641283027026356</id><published>2009-05-17T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:39:49.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahfuzah Ibrahim asked me to update :D</title><content type='html'>I watched Monster Inc again! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and yes movie marathon tomorrow cum *winks winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the library soon. All the books at home are either read 3 times or more. Like so pathetic. Im eyeing on angels and demon by Dan Brown. Soon. And the movie sound so interesting. Veevoh Kak Syaza! Veevoh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just this week, i finish reading 3 books. That goes to show how bored i am and how much i procrastinate. Heh~&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday is massage time with mom! Awesome. I need to pamper this aching body. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-4858641283027026356?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4858641283027026356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4858641283027026356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/mahfuzah-ibrahim-asked-me-to-update-d.html' title='Mahfuzah Ibrahim asked me to update :D'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8574979377975158721</id><published>2009-05-15T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:46:45.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sg1GNbIfjII/AAAAAAAAA4w/juBfeQFwcSc/s1600-h/SNV31226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335998329939528834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sg1GNbIfjII/AAAAAAAAA4w/juBfeQFwcSc/s320/SNV31226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mid-Year is finally over. I can frankly say that i didn't put in much effort because it all came rushing at one go. Notes were strewn everywhere. Making the room look like some kind of office. Kayy fine, not office since offices are nice. I think &lt;em&gt;karang guni&lt;/em&gt; house would be suitable. So the room look like a &lt;em&gt;karang guni&lt;/em&gt; house and people have been bugging me to clean it. In which i will say that O-levels are not over so i can't tidy the things up since im more comfortable studying in a mess. Which will lead to the constant shrugging and most of the time nagging. Like i even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mid-Year is over. Should i go out and celebrate? I think not since i feel guilty and i keep on having visions that im gonna fail most of my subjects. Hey, i see that coming all the time. I kinda get used to it and the disappointment after it floats away like the air. I can't even 'enjoy' the disappointment without people asking why im keeping quiet and such. Can't a girl have a time on her own to think through what's her mistake? I guess not. Talking about time, i can see, feel, hear the time ticking away without waiting for me to catch up. Like if for example, i want to study from 8pm-12am, and guess what? I don't have enough time to cram everything inside my head. Which makes life so intricate. And i know its partly my fault too. I mean come on, who in this planet plans to study at night when the day is even longer? Definitely me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that have been bugging me this few weeks is about changes. I can see myself changing for the better. Better for me but not for my friends. They think im different now. They said i don't talk that much anymore with them and i keep things to myself. Believe me, im still the same. I laugh when others laugh and i crap around like i always used to. The only difference is i don't talk to you guys like before. Im not much of a person to be around with this few days. I apparently have nothing to talk about. Even a normal bus ride can turn into zombie ride with me this few days. I rather feel the calmness and the silence of the air than chit-chatting away things that doesn't have a point in saying it. People change. Its a phase where everybody goes through. Sometimes you notice it but then sometimes you don't. Well, all i can say is i feel happier spending time with myself. I love just grabbing a random book and sit on the couch. At least i don't have to think of things to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i don't understand myself these few days. At one point of time, i can suddenly have an urge to pierce my tongue. Next year maybe, not for now. Now is the major O's. And hey, my faith is still strong, i have to fight the urges. Like they said, teenagers have urges. I think im just going through my life like a zombie. I go to school, i came back, i study and i sleep. Not much enjoyment there except for facebook and blog. Even my eating habits have gone haywire. Something is totally wrong with my head. I also have many questions to ask God. If only i can ask Him personally. Soon i will get a chance to ask Him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weekend plans? Not much. Im just gonna stay in and do my malay paper 1 which i didn't sit for and maybe i'll read that book 'Salina' or 'Ketika Cinta Bertasbih' since Malay O's is coming. Let me breathe for a minute man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8574979377975158721?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8574979377975158721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8574979377975158721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sg1GNbIfjII/AAAAAAAAA4w/juBfeQFwcSc/s72-c/SNV31226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7518455341299165324</id><published>2009-05-14T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:46:55.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Tuition</title><content type='html'>My tuition lasted 1 hour and 11 mins. Seriously i was shocked that it ended fast. It was either i was doing my sums fast or the time is passing by fast. And the funny thing was i got all correct. Believe me i was never good at maths even though i practice for it like crazy. Right whatever, i can't my hopes too high for tomorrow. Im doing another last round of practice later. Don't wanna get rusty. And finally tomorrow is the last paper. Im so gonna go out and enjoy. It's been a while. Plus im hearing my Caramel Frappe calling me. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7518455341299165324?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7518455341299165324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7518455341299165324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/maths-tuition.html' title='Maths Tuition'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2677570968368662951</id><published>2009-05-13T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:19:15.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Ever</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I was lectured because of doing survey by a stranger at the door. Since when do they even care what i do? Its either my family is losing their heads or im the one behaving differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2677570968368662951?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2677570968368662951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2677570968368662951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time-ever.html' title='First Time Ever'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7370078869591353326</id><published>2009-05-11T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:58:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Ever Lie Straight To Your Face</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but the song above kept on screaming in my brains. It might be due to me and Kak Ani's 'karaoke' just now from watching the video just now on MTV. She kept on saying the lead singer is cute which is so not true compared to Ashlee Simpson's husband which i forgot the name. Anyway, im supposed to be memorizing my POA formulae now but instead im here hogging on the lappy. Im so good at procrastinating, i think i deserve an award. Im so not gonna screw up tomorrow's paper. So i'll just go now. Someone kill me pleaseeee. Fine, i'll type what i studied just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark-up- GP/COGS&lt;br /&gt;Margin- CP/Turnover&lt;br /&gt;Rate of Stock Turnover- COGS/Average Stock&lt;br /&gt;Quick Ratio(Acid Test)-CA-Prepayments-Stock/CL&lt;br /&gt;Net Sales=Sales -Return Inwards&lt;br /&gt;Net Purchase=Purchases-Return Outwards&lt;br /&gt;COGS+GP=Net Sales&lt;br /&gt;Expense + Net Profit=Gross Profit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i didn't look at any paper. I ONLY remembered that and there is LOADS more i should have memorize. Sheeshh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7370078869591353326?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7370078869591353326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7370078869591353326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-one-ever-lie-straight-to-your-face.html' title='No One Ever Lie Straight To Your Face'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7776821101022153447</id><published>2009-05-09T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:10:13.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Funny How Things Work</title><content type='html'>I seriously have to stop myself from imagining things that im not supposed to. It kinda lingers in my mind for such a long time till i need someone to talk to, only the person is not here. He flew off to some country few days back. And he's only coming back next week. The things that im thinking now, its despicable. I need a listening ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7776821101022153447?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7776821101022153447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7776821101022153447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny-how-things-work.html' title='Its Funny How Things Work'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1115730025580127729</id><published>2009-05-08T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:35:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Better To Live Under A Rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SgQ-6sOOyEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/wytWDuUJNOM/s1600-h/090317_175526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333457036737693762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SgQ-6sOOyEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/wytWDuUJNOM/s320/090317_175526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your week?&lt;br /&gt;-I think it kinda flows quite good. Only i screwed up a lot of papers.&lt;br /&gt;Any dissapointment?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeahhh. My poa paper which i suddenly forgot the format. And a lot more which i won't comment here.&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;-A lot of stuffs is running through my mind which i can't even bring myself to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh your ass off this week?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeap. Just now. I was forced to wear a mask when going to the clinic eventhough i went there to accompany my mum not for consultation. My dad was mocking the nurse and i can't stop laughing how idiotic i look.&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;-Baby-sitting. Adam and Aishah is sleeping over tomorrow. Also there's no tuition. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;What have you always want to do all your life?&lt;br /&gt;-Live under a rock and wish i have no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Read any good books?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope. Too busy with Mayhem Exams,&lt;br /&gt;Things that you hated this week?&lt;br /&gt;-I abhor thinking of things that are not supposed to be thought of.&lt;br /&gt;Things you achieve this week?&lt;br /&gt;-I wrote a song which have no beats but i love the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;Plans later?&lt;br /&gt;-I think im gonna stay up late and play with some games on the PS3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1115730025580127729?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1115730025580127729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1115730025580127729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-better-to-live-under-rock.html' title='Its Better To Live Under A Rock.'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SgQ-6sOOyEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/wytWDuUJNOM/s72-c/090317_175526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8466718508130631378</id><published>2009-05-06T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:54:29.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Schedule</title><content type='html'>Seriously i can't keep up with my OWN study schedule which i drew up weeks ago. Somehow the paper is being squashed by all the other books on the study table. Talking about study table, i seriously need to clear up my books since it have been an eyesore to everyone that enters the room. Heh. So plans for tonight? Mug for Chemistry paper from 8pm-12am. If I can last. I need to study about the Exothermic and Endothermic myself since i ditched the Chemistry consultation for my sleep. What? I had a date with my pillows! Of course i have to turn up. :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow since the paper finishes at 9.30 am after which im going to NLB with Kak Syaza to mug for Poa 2 and SS. At last, away from home. I miss going out. I miss my Starbucks. Oh well, i can Starbucks everyday i want after O's. Ooohh, Caramel Frappe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8466718508130631378?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8466718508130631378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8466718508130631378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-schedule.html' title='Study Schedule'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3259463493681762195</id><published>2009-05-05T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:09:36.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dread that 5 letters word, MATHS</title><content type='html'>How many times have you failed your Maths Test/Exams?&lt;br /&gt;-Numerous time. I stopped counting after i flunk a recent maths class test&lt;br /&gt;What is ur strongest topic in Maths?&lt;br /&gt;-Trigo and Matrices!&lt;br /&gt;Your weakest?&lt;br /&gt;-ALGEBRA!!! oohhhh, and graph!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Maths Tuition?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeapp. But i still flunk my maths. My parents paid a freakin $200 plus for me to fail that one intricate subject&lt;br /&gt;Any worries this few days?&lt;br /&gt;-YESSSS! On how i screwed up my Physics practical and the Maths Paper 2 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your plan for today?&lt;br /&gt;-Go for my Maths tuition from 8-10pm and mug for the Maths paper. Let see whether its worth it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Whatever. Im getting a nap now. Physics and Maths can go kiss my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3259463493681762195?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3259463493681762195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3259463493681762195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dread-that-5-letters-word-maths.html' title='I Dread that 5 letters word, MATHS'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-4803322225292867667</id><published>2009-05-03T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:46:59.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School is in 12 hours. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;.Nopeeeee. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;.Pretty much tired after chasing after a one year old.&lt;br /&gt;Are you still sick?&lt;br /&gt;.Not sooo. But im still having the normal coughs and running nose.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hope that by any chance school is going to close tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;.Definitely. Who doesn't right?&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, do you think you can pass the Mid-Year Exams?&lt;br /&gt;.Ermmm, seriously that is a capital NO.&lt;br /&gt;Had any disappointment these few days?&lt;br /&gt;.Of course. I didn't do my Malay papers of all papers. Why couldn't it be Maths??&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination bug hit you yet?&lt;br /&gt;.Every time. I think i myself is the bug.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;.Yeap. Find a cure for the swine flu. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;What's your aim in life?&lt;br /&gt;.To get a degree by the age of 24 and be a successful doctor. Oh and write a book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-4803322225292867667?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4803322225292867667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4803322225292867667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3583496006759687944</id><published>2009-05-01T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:38:31.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening</title><content type='html'>I couldn't possibly shut myself away from the world since my hp is still alive and vibrating. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let start off with yesterday. Before i went to school, i ate my fever tablets thinking that somehow it might help but instead its the opposite. I was sweating badly and i can feel my temperature rising while on the way to school. I tried to think positive thinking that i might be able to just withstand the pain for the next 2 hours for the first paper. But no, i can't, i was feeling uncomfortable already. So i told my form teacher and after a few questions he let me go to the school's office. Waited 1 hour plus for someone to fetch me and finally my aunt came. Like finally. Went to the doctors. Got medicine. Went home. Ate medicine. Still not feeling okay. Ate medicine before sleeping. Woke up with a fever again. Stayed in bed till 12 plus in the afternoon. Forced myself to take a bathe. Ate porridge. Ate medicine. Slept again till 6 plus in the evening. Woke up till now. I still feel feverish even after downing down my medicine. Pathetic huh? I'm also quite disappointed in myself since i didn't sit for my Malay Paper. Of all paper, why must it be Malay? Why? Why? Why can't it be maths or something else? Ugh. Right now, im hoping i'll be well enough to start studying since i already wasted all my time resting and sleeping. Being sick is so not helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3583496006759687944?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3583496006759687944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3583496006759687944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/sickening.html' title='Sickening'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3911735591987089662</id><published>2009-04-28T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:44:53.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>System Overload</title><content type='html'>Im shutting myself away from the world. Goodbye everybody.&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing, repent while you still can. You know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3911735591987089662?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3911735591987089662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3911735591987089662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/system-overload.html' title='System Overload'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3183902225108597556</id><published>2009-04-28T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:42:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still sick</title><content type='html'>im in school right now. Im nt even using the school's wireless since the connection is bad. In other words im paying for this post. Well, my parents are. But hey this is an emergency, they so have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Im still sick even after i took my medicine last night. Im now also skipping P.E since im nt feeling well. My body temperature went kinda high in the morning causing me to sweat eventhough its raining. How unlikely of me. Today is the last day for lessons before mid-year so i forced myself to go to school. There's also history which i need to pay attention later on since the paper is tomorrow. I wanna go home. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3183902225108597556?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3183902225108597556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3183902225108597556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-sick.html' title='still sick'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3316963092847731493</id><published>2009-04-25T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:12:25.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of everything</title><content type='html'>I studied my Physics on Thursday night eventhough i decided to rest. I studied my Chemistry before going for my Napha test yesterday. Kayy fine, i read up only. At least its something what. Im so panicking for the Mid-year okayy. Yes and i can't deny that i have not been mugging that much. Seriously shoot me. Now im sitting here, with a blocked nose, itchy throat and aching muscles all because of coming home at 3am last night and sleeping on the couch. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3316963092847731493?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3316963092847731493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3316963092847731493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-of-everything.html' title='Sick of everything'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-118889209423552241</id><published>2009-04-23T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:00:31.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoooooppppiddd Dnt</title><content type='html'>Right, im now right here sitting in front of the computer blogging and facebook-ing away. Shouldn't i be studying or something cause given the circumstances that Mid-Year is next week and i have not even start mugging yet like the rest of the world is currently doing, i could possibly flunk again like last year. Im a procrastinater, so what else is new? Lessons also have been pretty much boring except for certain subjects which i look forward to. I have even come up with alternatives to blog during class since the wireless thingy in school is not working. Believe me i 'blog' by writing on a piece of fulscap paper. Yesss, im that bored. I could just die. Except maybe i never ever heard of anybody died because of boredom. Maybe i could start a new epidemic. "Pupils died of boredom during lessons. What went wrong?" I could just see every newspaper screaming that headline. LOL. Im so talking craps. Hmm, let see.... I have to hand in my Dnt folio tomorrow(i have to re-draw the whole thing again!), I have not eaten anything for lunch(no appetite), Im watching some crap cooking show on teevee(the chef is cooking something using bananas. seriously BANANAS) and im currently addicted to Bella's Lullaby(i getting a piano after O's. Woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that's all. Can't deny that i have a mundane life. Plus i haven't had starbucks since like forever. Starbucks date soon anybody? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-118889209423552241?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/118889209423552241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/118889209423552241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/stoooooppppiddd-dnt.html' title='Stoooooppppiddd Dnt'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7365484780054166341</id><published>2009-04-21T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:32:07.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ifs</title><content type='html'>If i could just 'poof' myself away from reality, i would totally do so. If by a freak of fate, i could have a superpower, i would totally use it for the goods of all mankind. If i could have a fairy godmother, i would totally wish for everything there is for me to wish. If i have all the *ka-ching* in the world, i would totally buy basic necessities for the people in Africa who is starving away. If by a fluke of fate im a princess, i would totally quit school and start ruling the country that im supposed to. If i could sleep forever, i would totally prefer that.  If i don't stop procrastinating now, i would totally fail my mid-year and waste all my efforts that i have put in for the past 4 years. Bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7365484780054166341?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7365484780054166341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7365484780054166341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/magic.html' title='Ifs'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-4159689739196966877</id><published>2009-04-20T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoot2!</title><content type='html'>If i were to pay attention and spend ample time doing revision all this while on my tests, i would totally go through it with a breeze. Take for example my chemistry just now, i passed. And all this while i have been complaining about studies. Bleah. Seriously i should stop procrastinating. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-4159689739196966877?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4159689739196966877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/4159689739196966877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoot2.html' title='Hoot2!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-8313023183616658305</id><published>2009-04-19T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:31:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sen_NO-1ytI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6XasBY3jL4k/s1600-h/DSCF1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sen_NO-1ytI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6XasBY3jL4k/s320/DSCF1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326068637167373010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up as early as 9.30am today eventhough i knocked out at 2am in the morning. Which is totally ridiculous of my brain to be functioning like that. I watched teevee till 2pm. Caught a few movies on HBO which i don't even pay attention what its about. Tuition at from4-7pm. Hang out with parents for a while talking and watched teevee again till 12am. And now im right here, blogging about my patheticly boring day. I didn't even felt like talking to anyone today. Something must be wrong here. Whatevs. Im looking forward to Poa tuition tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-8313023183616658305?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8313023183616658305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/8313023183616658305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/Sen_NO-1ytI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6XasBY3jL4k/s72-c/DSCF1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-5830764728757170982</id><published>2009-04-18T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:18:23.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>404</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-5830764728757170982?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5830764728757170982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/5830764728757170982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/404.html' title='404'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-1664050195547960978</id><published>2009-04-16T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:53:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>403</title><content type='html'>I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the West was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone, smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-1664050195547960978?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1664050195547960978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/1664050195547960978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/403.html' title='403'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-6363060971460389591</id><published>2009-04-14T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:42:48.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Momma Thinks That Square Roots Are Vegetables</title><content type='html'>Ohhhhkayyyy, so its a tuesday and im already feeling shagged. Its like only the second day of the week and already im feeling exhausted catching up with time. Nothing much happened today except for the malay oral which i think i kind if suck at. I got pissed off by everybody for letting me sleep through Maghrib. The least the rest could do is wake me up, it like so rude to be sleeping during that period of time. Im also quite pissed now cause i couldnt make myself walk to the study table and start studying. I feel so lazy all of sudden. I think im gonna hit the sack early today. Goodnight everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-6363060971460389591?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6363060971460389591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/6363060971460389591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-momma-thinks-that-square-roots-are.html' title='Your Momma Thinks That Square Roots Are Vegetables'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3731640330208407425</id><published>2009-04-13T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:47:02.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>401 post</title><content type='html'>Im supposed to be doing my maths revision. But no, im right here sitting down staring into the blank empty space, procrastinating. Plus im listening to some piano songs on my phone which is so not helping. If i have the guts, i seriously would want to kill myself for wasting such precious time. Ugh. Whatever. Im going to sleep now and i dont care if i didnt finish my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3731640330208407425?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3731640330208407425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3731640330208407425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/401-post.html' title='401 post'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-2830472491941012687</id><published>2009-04-13T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:11:47.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>400th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SeMOmCvAXrI/AAAAAAAAA38/3KpmmLCW6ck/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324115231213903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SeMOmCvAXrI/AAAAAAAAA38/3KpmmLCW6ck/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid here was fast asleep when i came home yesterday. Pfuit! Boringggg.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test today was kind of oh-kay. It would be easier if i were to study for it properly. But oh well, i did not. So most probably another C6 in science. Ughh. So mid-year's coming in like 2 weeks time. I have yet to start my revision. I only studied all my topics for this year. Which is so inappropriate cause apparently mid-year covers from sec 3 to now. Rightttt. Im studying at 8-10pm later. Need to finish up Dnt's development. *sighs deeply*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-2830472491941012687?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2830472491941012687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/2830472491941012687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/400th-post.html' title='400th post!'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SeMOmCvAXrI/AAAAAAAAA38/3KpmmLCW6ck/s72-c/DSC00363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-438646387609356838</id><published>2009-04-08T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:47:54.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeniable</title><content type='html'>I have been procrastinating. Seriously i can't deny it and its somehow making me feel guilty from the pit of my stomach. I mean come on procrastinating couldn't be that bad. But frankly speaking i have been wasting like 2 years of my life because of this attitude and of course my grades have been suffering. Take for example yesterday night, i have a physics test today so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; decided to study of course. Fine, not decided bit have to study. And guess what i did for the whole 2 hours yesterday? Yes, you guessed it, i procrastinate. It then leads to not knowing anything for today's test which i will definitely flunk. And then it leads to the nagging by the teachers. Seriously i freaking need to change this attitude before the major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;. Procrastinating is like a metaphor drugs that i need when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; searching for a way out of boredom. Believe me its addictive. I seriously need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; session for this uncivilised attitude. Ugh. So mid-year is like around the corner and i have yet to study. Screw me in the head please. I seriously should talk to my parents about sending me away to a military school or something so that i can learn how to discipline myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-438646387609356838?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/438646387609356838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/438646387609356838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/undeniable.html' title='Undeniable'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-861158185358226907</id><published>2009-04-06T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:06:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fake it</title><content type='html'>Every action in this world will bear a consequence. If you wade forever, you will surely drown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-861158185358226907?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/861158185358226907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/861158185358226907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-fake-it.html' title='Don&apos;t fake it'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-3237162831595177296</id><published>2009-04-05T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:48:14.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>Seeing as its sunday, and tomorrow is monday, i so feel like not going to school. I mean like what is 2 days rest? Seriously its not even enough for me to do my revisons let alone spend the day doing nothing educational. Well, but at least for today, i had my poa class and after that Starbucks-time. Now, im forcing myself to face 2 whining girls and 1 irritating boy. Why must it be so intricate to play with them? Have to go back to babysitting them.*sighs deeply*. I have to do it. *inhale lots of air*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-3237162831595177296?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3237162831595177296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/3237162831595177296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37166209.post-7739808390410709601</id><published>2009-04-04T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:13:23.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I practically live in a selfish world and the good thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not like them at all. Cause i have my own conscience unlike others who apparently don't have a life playing with Pet Society in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37166209-7739808390410709601?l=natashawitwicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7739808390410709601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37166209/posts/default/7739808390410709601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashawitwicky.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-practically-live-in-selfish-world-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha Witwicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841212658403942457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3ZTxX7ZTT4/SVj3aS2o_TI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AMiJP1UQccQ/S220/shadeswow.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
