<?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-2622742886058740905</id><updated>2011-11-11T05:56:15.708+08:00</updated><category term='Nata is a loser.'/><category term='ANTM :)'/><category term='please.'/><category term='natalong&apos;s 16 birthday'/><category term='i&apos;m a bitch plus loner.'/><category term='no more tears for friends.'/><category term='trust me.'/><category term='grade 2 for poa'/><category term='tooth hurts.'/><category term='see you in 2 weeks time'/><category term='congrats upon your promotion. and thanks for ruining my life. my dream to be exact.'/><category term='I&apos;m not okay. Go away.'/><category term='i&apos;m promoting shatec. shatec is great.'/><category term='CHEMISTRY IS CRAP :('/><category term='nothing much.'/><category term='OH MY GOD .. ITS FREAKING ME OFF ..'/><category term='happy birthday sasha firece'/><category term='all the best for O levels:)'/><category term='losers really exist.'/><category term='i finally broke down. this time i&apos;m really hurt. after putting a brave front for so long.'/><category term='dumb fat and lots of attitude.'/><category term='i hid it away'/><category term='money money money.'/><category term='OFFICIAL LONER'/><category term='ngai xuandong is a asshole'/><category term='saddened'/><category term='DIE DIE DIE'/><category term='hey LOVE. take care. your darling&apos;s leaving.'/><category term='thanks carmen for everything.'/><category term='brand new weilong is the making.'/><category term='i feel so disgusted..'/><category term='looking forward to the day :]'/><category term='loves them.'/><category term='yea right. you had never experience it yourself yet you are telling me shit. like put yourself in our shoes and you will truly understand. go through our ordeal since you are so ignorant.'/><category term='home sweet home by carrie underwood is nice man. soooo nice'/><category term='nothing to display. bleahs'/><category term='goodbye great grandma'/><category term='dumb promise'/><category term='dumbass'/><category term='goodbye n level.'/><category term='finger crossed..'/><category term='SADDENED ...'/><category term='dear lovers i love ya.'/><category term='Nata&apos;s Dead'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='bidding my goodbye'/><category term='LET THEM BE.'/><category term='Period.'/><category term='i&apos;m super disgusted by those uncivilised groupie. ouchs.'/><category term='PARTY REAL HARD PEOPLE'/><category term='i was previously on the brink of breaking down. i guess i had fallen off the track.'/><category term='okay i am seriously weird. probably because i was diagnosed with cancer. (: kick ass soon.'/><category term='shedding weights is on my list.'/><category term='Happy Birthday to Nata Banks.'/><category term='in case you guys are worried about me.'/><category term='cute me.'/><category term='SHATEC......'/><title type='text'>Nata Banks</title><subtitle type='html'>It doesn't matter how I may portray myself as an individual.
You know nothing about me, so keep it to yourself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>516</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1674148003594846351</id><published>2011-11-11T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:56:15.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So not free to blog at all! So I was talking about my birthday the previous post. I had a blast! And it was my first time that I was actually touched to tears. It was almost like a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Oct night, we were having bbq and cooking in the chalet. I was touched by the people who came. Thank you all for making time for me. My dear Ah Huat made a video for me, with my colleagues all wishing me Happy Birthday! Gosh, it was great, right? And we watched it exactly at 12am! So the video goes like this. A song was played (and i forgotten the song title), and Ah Huat was introducing the video.&amp;nbsp; Then pictures of me came out. Basically the photos were taken from my Facebook! Haha! It showed most of the photos after my hairdo! And they were like, "I had so many kinds of hair style!" Indeed I have! From the blonds to the reds, from long to short, from straight to curly. After the photos, it was the short video of me! The video of me being drunk in the previous chalet, and one in the club! Gosh so embarrassing to the maximum, my lord! And lastly, the well wishing! Exactly one minute or two after the video, someone called from Malaysia. I answered and Richard sang the birthday song. That was when my tears started to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it's easy to make friends. But it's not easy to find friends like that will actually last a lifetime. I believe I have found mine! Thank God for that! Life is never easy. But it's easier with friends like this! May this friendships last long. I don't know if you guys would read this, but with the bottom of my heart, I thank you guys for making it a fantastic birthday! &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who came! I LOVE YOU! - Reena, Ah Huat, Meow, Benjamin, Baggio, Waikiat, Shakila, Brandon, Janice, Yengkee, Guoqiang, Ah Boon, Yully, Jasmine, Anna, Zhongen, Kaya, Maomao, Izwan, Pauline, Oiling, Huifen, Raymond, Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses from me! &amp;lt;3 Just in case you thought I'm serious, I'm totally kidding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1674148003594846351?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1674148003594846351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1674148003594846351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1674148003594846351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1674148003594846351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-not-free-to-blog-at-all-so-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1373878463835288343</id><published>2011-10-12T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:30:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if I lost you? I have gone through the days where I lost the others. I know sometimes this is part of life but I hope God doesn't take you away from me. Not so soon. I love you! And you are the only one I ever loved with my whole heart! I never say "I Love You" before, but one day I will! Soon enough, I promise! I will definitely do you proud one day! My time hasn't come! But it will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1373878463835288343?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1373878463835288343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1373878463835288343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1373878463835288343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1373878463835288343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-if-i-lost-you-i-have-gone-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5768135839753726153</id><published>2011-10-03T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T04:21:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know why am I acting so strong in front of everyone? Do you know why am I so childish in front of everyone? Do you really know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 18 years, I don't least felt loved at all. I have been hurt emotional that acting on a brave front is my only choice. Where were you when I was hurt? Where were you when I needed support? Where were you when I was humiliated? My family was nowhere to be found. Even if I don't felt loved before, I never let that bothers me. Because I know they love me in some ways that I hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to cry it out with my friends around. It sucks to bring them down too. I just got to keep moving on as the person with a brave front. I don't wish to be vulnerable because in life, people will cast you down to reach for their goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love. I feel you, somewhere, somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5768135839753726153?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5768135839753726153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5768135839753726153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5768135839753726153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5768135839753726153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-know-why-am-i-acting-so-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5847361848409883298</id><published>2011-09-27T06:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:44:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK !</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back to blog. :D Didn't thought of coming back here because I'm pretty much stuck on Facebook. Many happenings going through my life right now, I'm still going strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, that I'm kind of disappointed over a friend of mine. To think I still consider him as my friend. My friend told me that he is more naive than anyone could be. He thinks that he always right when the fact smacks his face saying that he is wrong. What more can I say? I think he is way too spoiled than anyone could thought of. I hope one day he realizes that, because one by one, we are ignoring him. Not because we do it for the sake of doing it. But we are getting way too agitated by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday is coming! Excited much! And I'm going NS soon! Even excited! I will definitely become more slimmer when I get out! Lol! The thing about NS, it does not break you as a person because you get to learn how to handle life when poverty strikes. I must say we today in society are not very appreciative of life. In a way that we are taking things for granted. Not all but most. Sad but true, I know. I have been through days that many didn't went through. But not as bad as those my great parents went through. I'm hoping to learn through my NS time. Sounds so positive and optimistic right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my birthday, I just want to spend some quality time with my good friends. Hoping to do some catching up moment! I will definitely update more when the time comes. Come back soon, alright? :D Have a good day ahead! Remember this, "What does not break you, makes you". I promise to be more positive! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5847361848409883298?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5847361848409883298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5847361848409883298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5847361848409883298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5847361848409883298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html' title='BACK !'/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5666592005936685337</id><published>2010-11-04T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T03:25:27.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does people want when they did all they could just to sabotage your friendships with other people? It really hurts me to say but, it's the fact. Undeniable fact. It seems like, I always had the same rough route. With N, with L, with S. Oh my god. I used to treat them like inseparable people of my life and now they literally walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am always the one bringing everyone together that so often, I am forgotten. Well, it felt bad. Really bad. Tsk. I better get used to it. I know I can't be in good terms with them, so I think i shall lead my life just myself. Me, Myself and I! It's okay and I admit defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5666592005936685337?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5666592005936685337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5666592005936685337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5666592005936685337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5666592005936685337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-does-people-want-when-they-did-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1263844665752272207</id><published>2010-10-29T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:50:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something funny? I'm turning 18 in another 6 hours. Few months ago, initial plan has it that I will be going club with my "friends". :D Now, it seems that they are all busy. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous years, I had it with my friends and all. This year, I shall have it with my books. Haha. Over the years, I had many friends who came into my life and left without much notices. They might or might not make any impact on me. But I hope they are not going to use me for future. Push me in the fire, and you shall get burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they can't make time for me, or doesn't want to make time for me, I guess this is the end? I don't mind them saying this or that, but I certainly mind when they say they doesn't remember. I ain't crazy, I know it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I am going to work now! Great, isn't it? Tsk tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1263844665752272207?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1263844665752272207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1263844665752272207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1263844665752272207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1263844665752272207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-know-something-funny-im-turning-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-168336752072630038</id><published>2010-09-26T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:51:11.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well. I'm back to blog. It has been a long time, hasn't it? Many things on my mind. I shall then elaborate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered years ago, I was always the usual kid who was so excited to come work. Giving myself a break and worked with my friends. But recently, work has not been very exciting for me. It goes the same for the others. I realised and I kept mum about it. Because the situation is not for us to decide. And why does people fight so hard for power? Power as in authority and superiority? In Singapore, democracy is part of what we practices, right? I have seen many people with little credit acting so arrogant in front of the bosses. Their motive? To get promoted, of course. That goes without saying. People like me are always the cast of those who stays in the background. They want to get the credit and main cast of the show. Or leader, to make it clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there is this guy who hates me. I too dislike him, for his superbly fast changes of mood swing. He is already a grown adult and he always pick on those younger or older people to prey on. He is trying to climb that ladder. Tsk! You will never make it when you doesn't even respect yourself, let alone others who are working with you. A piece of advice for you. Before you want to fight with others, make sure you have enough in your pocket. Because you will never know when people have more than what you have. Get it? I may be young, but I ain't that easy to prey on. You will know what I am capable of. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so happy and sad at the same time before. All those mixed feelings are spinning around my head. I was so happy to have Oiling to be with me throughout the day and it had cleared the Monday blues for me. We were eating, having fun talking and gossiping about everything. It was the best quality time I could ever ask for. After the JB trip, we went back and met our clique. Had a good two hours talk. &lt;3 While in the cab then, I heard the old song where my buddy would always sing whenever we are having a karaoke session. Well, things are not the same anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-168336752072630038?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/168336752072630038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=168336752072630038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/168336752072630038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/168336752072630038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8543259229567263597</id><published>2010-09-01T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T03:48:54.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have taken too much of your nonsenses. I guess it has always been you who are taking advantage of us when we did not speech out. It has to do with you and your damn brain circulating stupid reasons. Enough of your excuses. When it's broken, fix it. Spare us the agony of your "logical" reasoning. We ain't here to bear the excuse. As far as we are concerned, you have always been late whenever we are meeting out. Out of the ten times, I predict that close to seven times, you are late! As for the other two times, you are merely late for few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have noticed my Facebook status and my face. And when I gave you that face, it was because I had enough of you having us to wait. Did it ever occur to you that we were waiting with our empty stomach? We chose to believe in you, so we continued to wait for you. But, but we were wrong. Downright wrong! I am rather disappointed with the fact that the chances I have given you, were really purely false hope. You know, many times I'd told myself that i would never ever gonna give you another chance. But because of me who is such a person who could tolerate and bear no grudge against people, I had given you chances to disappoint me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told us that you were having dinner with the person whom I dislike, just tell us the truth. I had mentioned before that even though I don't talk to him, it does not mean I would get angry over my friends who are meeting him up. I had! We waited all the way till 10pm just to have our dinner. We were very pathetic, weren't we? And when you messaged us, you did not make yourself clear enough. And you "claimed" that we did not somehow get your meaning. When will you start to change? I think it's clear enough that we were really disappointed in you and that was why we kept mum and very reluctant to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you knew that we were unhappy with you. And you did not even make an effort in joining us to buy our ice-cream at the Library. You were tired. Hell yeah! We were also tired with your words, your reasons, your excuses, you everything. Nothing seems to be okay. You just make everything collapse. I reckon you have heard the saying of "It takes years to build a reputation and trust but it takes seconds to destroy it". And i really think it's time for you to build a "good" reputation for yourself. I will pray to the mighty Lord for you to succeed. You too should pray along your way. Because you just might need to depend a lot on it. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8543259229567263597?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8543259229567263597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8543259229567263597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8543259229567263597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8543259229567263597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-i-have-taken-too-much-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4372026206270903076</id><published>2010-08-30T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:37:18.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i really want to give up so badly. But knowing that giving up is going to disappoint a lot of my loved ones, it has caught me in a dilemma. I am trying not to mess up, but in life, there are ought to be obstacles to make you fail. Not to forget that all these obstacles will make you succeed in life. School life, i am so gonna enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4372026206270903076?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4372026206270903076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4372026206270903076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4372026206270903076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4372026206270903076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-really-want-to-give-up-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5726655975895136723</id><published>2010-08-20T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:14:41.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars? I can really use a wish right now." I have so many things to rant out. Listen, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of waiting for some people but they didn't show up. Like, i ain't here to please you, nor let you make a fool out of myself. I know you think that the truth is going to hit me badly, but at least i know what's going on. So, it's actually okay for you to tell me the truth. I am so sick and tired of your stupidity doings, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i felt so scared. The fear is constantly growing and i am really terrified of it. The fear of having to lose the people you cared for. I never had a crush like this. It has got me sinking deeper and i am really afraid of losing him. Losing as in not able to see him anymore. I know he doesn't care about me. I'm pretty used to it. People just want to see the bubbly side of me, and very often ignore the emotional side of me, literally. I am so afraid of becoming a different person after Monday. The sudden lost of courage and confidence made me so afraid of going to the Airport. I might lose the whole self-confidence thing if I'd make it to the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my dearest Sister who lived at my block, i think it is pretty obvious that your boyfriend doesn't like you hanging out with me. So, i think it would be best that we meet up less often. Or even not at all. Because to me, if a guy couldn't accept that his girl has a "Sister" like me, then it would be as though giving hell to everybody. Why as though giving hell? It is because neither one of us are going to be happy. That guy even questions about us talking in the middle of the night. I mean, it was meant to be a "Sister talk", then why are you making a big fuss about it? And when it has ended, i would laugh and mock to myself. But still, thanks for everything. Nice knowing you though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, that my father would go to hell now and suffers in eternity. He's not even fit to be my father. Useless, old and lazy asshole. I think people should love their fathers as much as I have hated my father. All he does is stick his mouth with a cigarette and smokes the whole day. I know, I'm so embarrassed to let my friends know I have such a father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i truly understand the meaning of life. In life, you cannot afford to make some mistakes. One big mistake is that taking more than you are expected to have or take. Say, i have mentioned previously that claiming to have sacrificed for our family doesn't mean you don't owe us in a way or another. Look what happens to you now? Your son has to pay the price. God's will, that is. I suppose. Well well, are you going to repent for your sins? To be frank, I do pity your son. Because this has nothing to do with him. But come to think of it, blame it on your greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am turning holy nowadays. I'd listen to the song "Shout To The Lord" whenever I am siting all alone. That song actually taught me to praise the Lord whenever I'm feeling down. I have faith in the Lord, and I'm pretty sure that my Lord will guide me along the way through numerous and countless obstacles. Thank you Lord, for blessing me. Thank you Lord, for everything. Even though at times I don't believe in myself, You have shown me the way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have let everything out of my chest, I definitely feel hell lot better. And I am going to wake up every morning and put a smile on my face. Throw my hands up and say "Thank You Lord" for a brand new day. Because I am still breathing and going on strong. :D ^^ Most importantly, I must thank Pauline Lee for making me so holy. I will go church with her one fine day. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5726655975895136723?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5726655975895136723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5726655975895136723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5726655975895136723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5726655975895136723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-we-pretend-that-airplanes-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8409639875249012823</id><published>2010-08-18T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T02:42:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, i felt like a fool. A stupid fool on earth. Well, maybe i shouldn't give people too many chances. For each time, they failed their promises. For instance, this particular friend of mine literally had me waiting for nothing three times. I didn't cared much and soon forgotten about it. Tonight, it happened again. Why does people like to assume things? Assumptions often make a fool out of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how much i have been tolerating and keeping things to myself. I realised the changes in me. Being so ignorant toward others, and not the Nata who would stand up for his friends. Did you realise it as well? Anyway, i must admit that time really changes people. Well, look at me. Totally changed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8409639875249012823?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8409639875249012823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8409639875249012823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8409639875249012823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8409639875249012823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-again-i-felt-like-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-795044511341673882</id><published>2010-08-12T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T04:15:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am i feeling these few days? Hectic, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my prelims is coming. Next week, i suppose? And it's really time to step it up. I know i have been saying the same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working has been the same. And that Open Doors is just this Sunday. God bless! As for *F* guy, i think i have totally lost faith in continuing to hold that dream. Once bitten, twice shy. I have told my friend not to give those jerks a chance. So do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really hate the fact that people are not getting the points you are trying to tell them. For instance, Oiling. She is just cutting her hair for just $38 at 313 Somerset, and she wants 3 people to accompany her. Like, it's not like you are doing your hair for $380. Even people who are doing their hair for that much of money does not have people to accompany. And that people have to do their business. Why won't they even let you? I know we were asked to go in, but that doesn't mean we have to. I don't want to be embarrass, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i have wasted way too much time. I will live my life to the fullest. :D ^^ Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-795044511341673882?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/795044511341673882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=795044511341673882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/795044511341673882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/795044511341673882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-am-i-feeling-these-few-days-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6007133943470629472</id><published>2010-07-28T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:15:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i guess i am putting this brave front whenever i am with my close friends. Like, people like us would not want to let our best friends see our weak smile and all. I just want them to be happy and free from knowing that i'm in trouble or whatsoever. I meant well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has its tool on me. I will not be so foolish anymore. Because i know i have being very emotional for the past few weeks. People do have their blues. I tried and i am really dead beaten. I know a change is going to come. But, am i even close to it? I bet not. I know everyone has the chance. But me being the exception. I need to feel some one's halo. When will the one who truly has the halo i want appear? I pray. For its linger soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6007133943470629472?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6007133943470629472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6007133943470629472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6007133943470629472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6007133943470629472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-guess-i-am-putting-this-brave.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4526057422083608763</id><published>2010-07-25T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:36:57.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird feelings through the week. I felt very lonely, although my friends are there for me. I just want to be alone? Perhaps. Unspeakable mind through the intolerant mood. I just can't feel good about the situation around me. I mean, in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called them. No one picked up. He called back, i picked up and he hanged. To think i spent time consoling him and lent my listening ears. Overly thinking maybe, but i felt so damn lousy. Busy? Yeah hell busy. I called and ended up ranting my thoughts here. What is the friendship thing about? Maybe for tonight, it felt as though everything was coming against me. A good night rest, i hope, would make me feel good. Probably good that i would come back to the damn bubbly Nata? Better be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4526057422083608763?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4526057422083608763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4526057422083608763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4526057422083608763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4526057422083608763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/weird-feelings-through-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4981041224302472661</id><published>2010-07-22T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T04:30:02.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thoughts i had. First of all, a shout out to my dearest twin, Sim Wei Long. Happy belated birthday! I have called him on the dot though - 21 July. Haha! And now, 22 July is Mclintyre's birthday. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never tortured myself this harsh before. Having things to myself and not able to let it all out. Keeping mum is really a hard thing to do. Or maybe i should put it this way. I just don't know how to put it in words. Like, i became so not straight forward. Though i am straight forward, like always. I really want to burst my tears out and cry everything out. Because this way, i can feel better. But i'm afraid of letting people know my weaknesses. Now you see i really care more for my friends than loving myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cheun Cheun was feeling very frustrated and guilty, i tried my best to cheer him up. But somehow i ended up feeling vexed because i felt as though i have failed as a friend. But seeing him walking out of the room and looked for me when i walked out, i felt better because everything i have had done, was worth it. See, little things like that could actually cheered me up. He eventually told me what was going through his head and all that he has had bottled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is feeling better, i am still very worried about him. Although he is big brother to me, it felt as though he is a small kid to me. Hope everything is okay over his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, i really felt hopeless about myself. To think i always do things extra for people i care the most, or some mutual friends. And so what if i came clean with others? I don't think i would ever want to make it clear. It's just for me to rant out everything in a discreet way. Enough said. I think i want to have some rest now? Yeah, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4981041224302472661?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4981041224302472661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4981041224302472661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4981041224302472661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4981041224302472661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4754061939932171593</id><published>2010-07-19T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T03:59:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i had the best weekend ever. Saturday was well spent with my clique when we met up for dinner at 5pm. We were late, especially the usual Ian. We then took train to Tanjong Pagar. It felt as though we were going to manpower for renewal of contract. Haha. Anyway, we made our way to the DBS auditorium for Kaya's pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, saw Alvin and the Shino people. We then made our way in. It was so confusing and we sat separately. We still had our kinda of fun. :D After the pageant, we made our way to some place for supper. Ian and his nonsensical idea of going to the club - Play, has got Oiling and Alvin excited for nothing. I mean, i know there are hot guys on a Saturday night. But it doesn't mean they have to get so worked up for them, right? Haha. Anyway, Richard was asking me why was i not excited to see the guys. Lol. I then told him that i was sweating profusely after walking that long distance, hence the reason why i wasn't looking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eleven of us - Me, Richard, Oiling, Carmen, Ian, Kaya, Alvin, Liting, Claudia, Yonghan and Cheun Cheun, ate at the market near Play. And not to forget, Ian has never failed to consistently remind me of the guys there. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, my clique went home and i went off with Kaya and her friends. We really had a great time talking nonsense and we were laughing our asses off badly. :D It was actually very nice to hang out with Yonghan and Cheun Cheun. I will never forget Sean too. ^^ So, we went off around like 3am? I reached home about that timing and dropped dead shortly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. Then it came the busy Sunday. I was pretty nervous when the Open Doors Initiative event was about to held. I was actually pretty free because i was not running any stations. Just rotating people off for breaks. And then, i was out in the lobby with Lilik and Prasana. Imagine the three of us with 3 lobby crews. Haha. Six people out in the lobby. Of course, i helped with the drinks and Ian kept asking to me draw drinks for the runners. Well well, i do have a serious grudge against him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya came with Yonghan, Cheun Cheun and Claudia. And they helped me with the compliment letters. Much loves, guys! ^^ I think i really have a liking for service line. Lol! Then it came the Open Doors event. I was literally washing trays. After which, prepared the drinks and the notes. It went pretty smooth, i must say. I was really nervous and my tongue was tied for several times, and that was so embarrassing. At the end of the tour, few customers commented that we should try not to depend out the slides we were using. Aww, that was like, OMG! :D The event ended and we had our breaks and then slacked a little. Prasana went off, Lilik and i were too tired to move. I left at 6.40pm and Lilik left at 6pm. :D I shall see the people again next month. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4754061939932171593?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4754061939932171593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4754061939932171593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4754061939932171593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4754061939932171593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-had-best-weekend-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-638810455294476485</id><published>2010-07-11T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T03:40:56.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's impossible. But i insisted in believing my thoughts and always walked the wrong way. I mean, i just wanted to go my own way. It's obviously not going to happen. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up on my latest crush and all those i had before. I know people would not go for people like me. At such a young age, i have thought about me not being in a relationship. So, i will be single for the rest of my life huh? Very much so. Working like crazy? Yes, i have been doing it. So many happenings nowadays. I just have to take it easy. You guys don't like the situation we are facing now. Put yourselves in my shoe and try to understand what i'm going through. I don't like it either. I'm so tired, really! Very tired of hearing the same damn thing. I'm petty, childish, whatsoever. One fine day, when you face something very similar to me, i will not help but i will sit down and laugh at you! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm waking up early later to make pasta! And i thought of bringing it over to Bishan for Richard. Maybe i will surprise him later. Haha. I will be making it for Meichen, Reena and maybe Ian. I shall see how much i could make. Hehe. I can't sleep now. I'm scare of my oral this coming Monday. Worst still, Chinese. Lol! I hope i do well. :D Time to hit the road with some nicotine. Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-638810455294476485?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/638810455294476485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=638810455294476485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/638810455294476485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/638810455294476485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-its-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5552122618929552986</id><published>2010-07-08T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T05:06:31.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time has come to let me know that, i am overly sensitive. Maybe not. But i really think that i am way too naive to believe what people say. Like, especially when those who i trusted them like crazy and that i would stand up for them. I tell myself, i will never ever gonna forgive the hurt built on me. Well, i can forget but i cannot forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, i was on the phone with Kurniwan because i find his friend cute. But, come to think of it, they fooled me, kind of. And i was thinking, am i that naive to believe people? Worst still, strangers that is. Time, maybe that is what i need the most. I should be diverting my focus to studies now. I know i have been skipping lessons. 3 months left, time to mug my time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm thankful to have Reena and Pauline as my sisters. They never fail to lend me their ears. And there are a whole lot of people who are always there for me, i know. And they all have different styles of consoling me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found another way to tire myself out; working! I don't know why but i'm actually sinking my time down working. Maybe because, i want to stay away from home? I am not sure either about what i am doing. Things always happen in the middle of nowhere at the very last minute, and that we have to deal with it, for that's life. My coming shift, 12pm to 11pm. Lol. Good luck? I need not much luck. Just fun, it would keep me burning just well. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5552122618929552986?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5552122618929552986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5552122618929552986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5552122618929552986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5552122618929552986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-has-come-to-let-me-know-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-549811266072698060</id><published>2010-07-02T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:40:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things struck me on a lonely midnight. I just needed some time to think about my final decision. Well, this is life. Typically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work - It's actually a place where i'm supposed to have fun with my friends and the customers. Lately, i realised that i'm having a lot of fun with the customers. But then, the people there are not as helpful as the past. They become ... So selfish that they have forgotten that we are in this together. Whatever they do have a huge impact on others. I hope to see some changes. The question; will there be any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family - I really hate the fact that they have swallowed so much of what i am supposed to have. I don't mind you guys taking back what you initially have, but the thing is, you guys are taking way more than you should be. If my Mum had helped my Great Grandma to nominate my name, would you guys even have a share of the legacy? And now that they have the share of the legacy, relatives are starting to sever ties among each other. I could see it coming. Well, once i have finished with my O levels, i make sure i move out and have a life that i have yearned for years. And you, don't you dare gobble my 20K. You better hand it out in 3 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you "claimed" to have done so much for our family? So what if you have got me my past N85 phone with a line? So what if you have forked out over 3K for my studies? Well, Mum had told me about everything that happened in the past and i'm the only person who knows about it, among all the children in our family. And when i say "our family", i meant your children and the cousins i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has shown me all the debts she had cleared for you years ago when you owed those loan sharks. You are a downright letdown to me. To think i have shown you such great respect over the years. I have no issue about Mum clearing all those debts for you, but i have a really big issue, as big as a whale, when you took more than you are supposed to from the legacy that was actually meant for me. Who are you? You this useless jerk. Downright one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn tired hearing all these stuffs and having to see them is worst than piercing your heart with shattered glass. Having seen them smiling is the worst thing in life. The hypocritical smiles on their faces, man that is so damn awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, so many things is going on and outsiders won't get to understand the growing pains. And this is why, i am so quiet when i'm supposed to be really happy. Just hope that my worst nightmare i have imagined do not come true. Everything seems okay for the time being? I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-549811266072698060?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/549811266072698060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=549811266072698060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/549811266072698060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/549811266072698060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-many-things-struck-me-on-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-615152126772083353</id><published>2010-06-27T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T06:11:52.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever felt like there's no tomorrow? Ever felt so lonely that all your good friends are not around? Ever felt like giving up? I ain't emotional. I'm just saying things that are causing the miseries in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just don't like how i am being treated, like a tool. Using me to get to your destination. I mean, come on. If you even dare to do that, try me! And that when people are reluctant to help you in any ways, you whine like a baby and that you insist on people to help no matter what. What is this? They are your friends, not your dolls. And when people embarrass you in public, you give that evil stare and try to drag that person into that pool of embarrassment so as to feel less embarrassing, by hook or crook. Or maybe hurling and barking vulgarities continuously on others. What's more, in public. If you think it's rather proud to use vulgarities in public, mind you, we beg to differ. To think a celebrity-wannabe acted like that. I'm sorry to offend you in any ways but when i can't get the message across, i would write my heartfelt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other matter, trying to dig out information about us and our clique is totally stupid. What makes you think you could easily dig anything out of us? *Evil Laughter* You are kinda stupid, i must say. Anyway, our bonding are way stronger than you have expected. So, watch your steps. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my belated birthday celebration makes me very excited. But then, it would be very busy because there are many groups of people there. My clique, my CSP classmates, my promoter friends. Awww... So sweet right! Anyway, i would make them all enjoy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-615152126772083353?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/615152126772083353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=615152126772083353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/615152126772083353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/615152126772083353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/06/ever-felt-like-theres-no-tomorrow-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4828932794381695897</id><published>2010-06-21T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:20:18.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some good friends are not there for you. Let alone understanding you. It felt like a thorn in my heart and not able to say it out. The moment you say it out, the next thing you know would be status update on Facebook. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just too tired to talk and tell them what happen every time i'm feeling bad. I have no one to turn to. So i might as well don't talk. I don't want them to think that i'm petty or whatsoever. Because in my heart, i know i'm not the one who created all the shit. So why must i be the one to apologize and start the conversation first? Like, give that person have a impression of me that i'm clearly a pushover. Hell no. For another instance, a guy and a girl. They somehow have feelings towards each other. I don't actually give a damn to them liking each other. But if you are affecting me in either ways, I'd make sure i'll give you hell. And being good friends doesn't apply here. They are like demons in disguise. I felt so afraid. People around felt like strangers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i still have friends who cares for me. Haha. Now i understand the meaning of what people used to tell me. Real friends who truly cares for you, not necessary the one you always hang around with. Well, i realised it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4828932794381695897?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4828932794381695897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4828932794381695897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4828932794381695897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4828932794381695897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-good-friends-are-not-there-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5041340608532739157</id><published>2010-06-04T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:34:07.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really guilty for what had happened earlier today. Anyway, i can't seem to get the message over to them that i wanted to leave. And everyone i have spoken to said that i should stay put. I know my damn problem. You don't have to remind me constantly. I just want to let go of myself now. I'm not here to please you, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5041340608532739157?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5041340608532739157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5041340608532739157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5041340608532739157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5041340608532739157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-really-guilty-for-what-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4483977465379678093</id><published>2010-05-30T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:46:25.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's all about me. Sometimes it's about them. But to me, it's more of what they did to me rather than what did i do to myself. It's just that to them, i am the reason to my own emotional moody swing. Yes, i am very emotional and moody. But does this affect you in any ways of your life? I hate hearing the same damn thing over and over again. When i'm in a good spirit, you guys say i am too noisy. When i'm feeling down, you guys say my mood swing is taking over me and that you guys missed the old Nata. What is this? Contradicting much? Very! I know when i am in a good mood, i should control myself and limit myself to the level of noise. And that i hate it very much when you guys keep emphasizing on the fact that i should be a good role model. Why not just take my position away and give it to someone who is more "deserving" than me? I'm always pinned down to the extreme and let everyone crush me. I will no longer be a fighter. I am now a quitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4483977465379678093?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4483977465379678093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4483977465379678093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4483977465379678093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4483977465379678093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-its-all-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-7887380788808602165</id><published>2010-05-28T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:00:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i didn't know that my presence actually made an impact on others. Someone said that with me working, the environment became more lively and fun. I am very surprised and happy to hear that people do enjoy the time working with me. Anyway, my time is up. Real soon. Anyway, i feel that it's so hard for people to accept me as an individual. My mindset is so screwed. I have been feeling very down recently. And that there is apparently nothing that i would be so happy and excited about. I just feel like drowning in the sea of my loneliness. :D  Short post, that is.  I haven't been taking good care of myself. And yet, i care more for my friends? If they are not true to me, they don't least deserve my concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-7887380788808602165?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7887380788808602165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=7887380788808602165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7887380788808602165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7887380788808602165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-didnt-know-that-my-presence.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3196469938166732195</id><published>2010-05-23T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:16:59.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, working was a drag to me today and yesterday. It felt so hurtful after hearing those stuffs when i had put in my efforts and commitment in. People just doesn't know how to be appreciative towards hard works and sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stubborn and wild. It's not that i don't know myself, come on! After 3 years of commitment and hard work, i don't get any reward in return. I don't need anything from you, i just need a "thank you". Is that so hard? And you hardly praise anyone for their good work and very so often, you give criticism for all the "bad" things we did. Well, this is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready to go. Really. Working does not matter to me anymore. It felt as though my heart for the company has just ended its beating. I confided in Avin and she said i better stay on as there are a lot of good opportunities for the people next month. She always make me feel better.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, went out with Meow and Junhao. Went over to Harold's place and it was us playing manjong. I had a mixed feeling. He reminded me of all the unhappiness in my life. While the one at work reminds me of the good times of my life. I'm so lost. I wish, i really wish that someone really understand me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3196469938166732195?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3196469938166732195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3196469938166732195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3196469938166732195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3196469938166732195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-working-was-drag-to-me-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2231519831399270115</id><published>2010-05-22T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:28:37.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i felt something so strong. So strong that it brought me back to those memories that i shouldn't even be thinking about. Thanks to the one who always thought that she had the "best" for each and every one of the people. Democracy does matter a lot. It brought me tears as well. Like, the world has changed to some place where the evil forces took over. I do feel hurtful after thinking about it. I felt their pain and miseries. The least i can do is that not to give them any trouble and a hard time. Even if i need them the most, i will just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 May 2010&lt;br /&gt;1:28 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2231519831399270115?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2231519831399270115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2231519831399270115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2231519831399270115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2231519831399270115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-i-felt-something-so-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-529875140521526329</id><published>2010-05-18T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:46:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a busy day for me today. Well, i had my Chinese paper today. But i went to store first to leave my uniform there. After which, i headed for exams. Chinese paper was expected for me. Even if i could get a C6, i would be over the top. Like seriously. Anyway, rushed back to work after the paper ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working was alright. Looking at the surrounding no longer was the happy and fun environment we had in the past. To think in just merely 2 years, everything changes. Literally. Well, i had that sudden urge of crying when i was looking at my work place. No joke, i really do. I felt like that our once happy family was wrecked. I once heard, that this is part and parcel of life. People comes and people goes. But, i still miss the past. It feels so hard to swallow my cry. Can i close my eyes when everything is over? Even the thoughts of our beautiful memories hurt me. The harsh truth said it all. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-529875140521526329?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/529875140521526329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=529875140521526329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/529875140521526329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/529875140521526329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-busy-day-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8695497177998463914</id><published>2010-05-12T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:18:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once,  i actually enjoyed class! Lol! Especially Poa. Maybe because i wanted to get real good score and show to the teacher that although i may not be as attentive as those idiots, i still can get good score. :D Well, i finally cleared my doubts on the chapters i fear the most. So i think, without much careless mistakes, i can be the top scorer? Hehe. I seem too confident. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though, you guys were testing me, i still don't like it. Ever had this experience where you asked someone to reply on whether or not you guys are going out and you have had skipped your dinner? It had happened to me. I waited like hours for that person to reply and she kept me waiting until i took the initiative to message her. Anyway, now that i have gastric pain, i must really thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times during my darkest hour of my life, i always think about my life. Friends, who doesn't have friends? It's just that my friends are those who do not often have time for me. On the contrary, i'm always the first or there for everyone who do play a important role in my life. Alright, i shall not make it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8695497177998463914?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8695497177998463914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8695497177998463914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8695497177998463914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8695497177998463914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-great-day-for-once-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-7126096790915458957</id><published>2010-05-12T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:36:05.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I'm beginning to have the motivation towards studying. Which is a good thing. Many things happened and maybe i should not say out. Sometimes, life does not turn the way you wanted it to be, right? And that many are trying their best to become somebody, forgetting the true self and evolve to some weirdo-wannabe. Popularity? What's that? Does it even worth you sacrificing your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Poa class is good. Teacher is going way too short and i have had studied the chapters she taught. I think i will do fairly good for my Mid Year? Better be! And need not to say, my Math and Combined Science are going to be probably a single digit? Maybe i will flunk my English as well. Oh Chinese, have i been neglecting. It's payback time this coming Saturday. Lol! Next week comes the Mid-Year Examinations and i'm not least prepared. Well, i gotta fight, fight, fight, fight for this exams! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-7126096790915458957?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7126096790915458957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=7126096790915458957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7126096790915458957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7126096790915458957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1051119514841718265</id><published>2010-05-10T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:18:58.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god. I'm still at home. I think i need to change for the better, like real quick. I had missed almost 3 lessons of Math and Chinese. Well, this week i will not fail myself. I think i will reach school at around 11.30am. And not forget about Social Studies later at Admirtly. Would some people embrace my Monday? It's so boring can. I wanna bang myself against the wall. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1051119514841718265?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1051119514841718265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1051119514841718265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1051119514841718265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1051119514841718265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-710030922624349560</id><published>2010-05-08T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:46:14.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.20am and right now, i am having the worst day of my life again. Fever! Well, i wanted to go the hospital to have drips so the pain would go away. But i realised, paying $85 for the drips and having to wait made me not to. I would rather die with the pain. So say, look at Singapore's Healthcare efficiency. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt loved for getting sick. I don't love to get sick. It's just that the love around me i had for getting sick. Like, the care and concern i received on Facebook. It was indeed touching. To me, at least. (: Well, i'm wondering if i should go work tmr. Even though i am excited to work tmr, despite the fact that i am dead sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better now, as i already am. But the pain is still there, on my neck. How am i going to survive on a Saturday? Well, it's all up to you, God! I'm keeping my finger crossed right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-710030922624349560?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/710030922624349560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=710030922624349560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/710030922624349560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/710030922624349560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8684806815198974797</id><published>2010-05-02T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:54:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time, i really need a longer time to heal. No joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finished work at 2.30pm today and had a chat with Boss. I wanted to tell her that root cause of the problem was because of me, and that i would like to leave the team. But i have no chances to speech out at all. And she told me alot of things that i might or might not know. And all that harsh truth came to me. Stroked me hard, to be exact. Well, all the sacrifices i have done was useless. I mean, not necessary at all. I just need time to think about my "clique" and move on. I guess my time of darkness have arrived. Need not to worry about me. I will be okay. Serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8684806815198974797?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8684806815198974797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8684806815198974797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8684806815198974797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8684806815198974797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-time-i-really-need-longer-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2795536311184962455</id><published>2010-04-29T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:39:42.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of listening to my dad's nagging. He always sound as though he's the best and the cleverest in the family. But the hard truth is that, he is THE most stupid people in our family. He always sound how great he is. But he is just another lousy. Oh well, i hate the fact that he is my father. But i can't be so heartless still. I do hate the fact but i can't deny the fact. Life is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. That is my nagging for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2795536311184962455?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2795536311184962455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2795536311184962455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2795536311184962455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2795536311184962455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sick-of-listening-to-my-dads-nagging.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-9083699226235718906</id><published>2010-04-27T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T03:04:23.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, the time now is 2.50am and i'm still awake. What am i doing? I am currently dying my hair. Went to Johor Bahru for just few hours and i'm loving the food there. Went there with Reena and Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think we ate Mac there. It was my decision because we do not know any places nor friends there. But then, it was a nice experience. Despite the fact it was a short trip. Bought a hair dye there and bought things from The BodyShop. And not to forget, the time we spent at Starbuck. (: Richard came at 10pm and he brought us to eat some Malay food. And i bought a cigarette there. Lol! Came back on time as we took the last train back. We then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was at JB, i told Carmen that i was so blessed to be born here. Because i didn't have to go through what my friends have had went through. I mean, most people understand what i'm pointing at. Although our country is a place where money is a major issue, it is still a nice place where meritocracy do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, that is. I shall go catch my sleep, since i'm done with my hair. Not satisfied though. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-9083699226235718906?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/9083699226235718906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=9083699226235718906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/9083699226235718906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/9083699226235718906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-well-time-now-is-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3607762896608491962</id><published>2010-04-25T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:03:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically, the things i post here are all the things that i wanted to say. But maybe, i didn't have the chance or whatsoever. Many times in life, we all don't get what we want. Even if we fought hard for it. No one or nothing is perfect. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i will stay positive as i already am. But at some point, i felt lost. That point of life, i need to go through on my own. Sometimes i feel too dependent on my friends. Not to forget that my friends always give in to me. And i have to be ashamed for that. Come to think of it, i always make a fool of myself and make both necessary and unnecessary jokes all the time. So therefore, i am grateful for my friends and so are they. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad though. But then once the morning sun rises, i'm full of vibes. Maybe a few cutie drop by tomorrow when i'm working will do the trick. (: Morning shift on a boring Sunday. I hope to put my emotional mood under control. And see many drop dead gorgeous guys, or maybe cute too. Arghh... I'm going crazy, i know right. I missed my friends. All those who thought i'm a nice person and a joker. I really do. I have to find my self-esteem back in time. And to those losers who are making me a bad or irritating person, you suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3607762896608491962?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3607762896608491962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3607762896608491962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3607762896608491962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3607762896608491962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/04/basically-things-i-post-here-are-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2909354607253910832</id><published>2010-04-23T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T04:54:32.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I know that my flaws are getting in the way. I know i am way too emotional at times. I do know that my friends are tolerating it all the time whenever i am emotional. And the fact that i really don't wanna work anymore. I mean, for the time being. It has been hectic recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is cool but i don't feel motivated at all. Maybe i should find some point where i would feel so passionate, and anticipating school. Thought that i have found one, but it turned out to be my wishing thinking. Well, life is about dreaming sometimes. True enough. I hate myself. But not to the extent of killing myself. That's purely stupidity, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies are always disrupted when work gets in the way. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. I felt so dreadful upon hearing that i've got work. Likewise, i don't least feel motivated towards working. Back then, maybe yes. Now, hell no! Lol! Never again. Oh well, sleepy as i am. (: Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2909354607253910832?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2909354607253910832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2909354607253910832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2909354607253910832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2909354607253910832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1091659170928298122</id><published>2010-04-20T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:47:34.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was indeed busy for me. I had class at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amk&lt;/span&gt; at 9am. Obviously i was late and the English class was nothing but a useful piece of note on how we can write the letter better. After which, class at Admiralty. Social studies and History. It was on Stalin! Gosh. While having Social studies and History, i kept myself busy replying comments on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and writing the notes the teacher have given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson ended, i took train to Somerset and met my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shahilah&lt;/span&gt;. (: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yuli&lt;/span&gt; scared me from behind. Crazy ass. I then went up and talked to all the aunties there. Not to forget my "Mummy", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; Carol. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Left at 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Toa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Payoh&lt;/span&gt; and waited for Oiling. I called her at 6.30pm and she said she would be leaving in 15 minutes time. And so i waited for her while watching videos on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. I told her that i would wait for her at the train platform. Tired of waiting, i went off alone. At 7.45pm, she messaged and said again that she would be reaching in 15 minutes. At 8pm, she called and said she would not be meeting me. And she said she was still at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dhoby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ghaut&lt;/span&gt;. I waited for her, not 30 minutes but 1 hour and 30 minutes. So ridiculous. I then scolded her. She's still obsessed with her ugly delivery guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaya&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shino&lt;/span&gt; friends. It was funny, they are nice. ^^ After dinner, they all went off and i went back home. End of my day where there's people who just cannot wake up from their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;unrealistic&lt;/span&gt; dream. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1091659170928298122?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1091659170928298122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1091659170928298122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1091659170928298122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1091659170928298122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-was-indeed-busy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1336792990171783204</id><published>2010-04-16T06:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:34:44.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright back to blogging. School started and i wouldn't say i made a lot of friends. Maybe my first impression to them were bad? Anyway, one of my classmates, Shaun, who happened to be the very few smoking kaki, asked me if i were Singaporean. Lol! He said i looked somehow Taiwan and China mixed blood. FML. So damn cheena. Or rather, completely cheena. Haha! Anyway, i clarified with him and they still commented that i don't looked local. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random rants i would love to make. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys see. I had this friend of mine and we have known for like say 4 years. He was a very quiet guy back in school days and now he has changed. Not as in like a little but completely changed. I'm so speechless about the way he is acting. Thank god i was not in the same class as him. Just hope that he will not further be arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, i messaged one of my trusted sisters. Probably at 12am. No reply from her and it was kind of expected. She never would reply my messages. Maybe a few times she would when she know i'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about would probably the same. School started and it was really time to buck up and show people what i've got in my pocket. Anyway, class was really fun. Friends are somehow getting in the way. No offence though. I'm just tired of going to people and it does make me stupid and irritating. I do appreciate those who actually called up and messaged me when i was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes by the way, exactly 5 days ago marked my third year at McDonald's. It was great and it definitely made me feel old. Well, i wonder if it was time for me to leave. But i will miss my girlfriends and good buddies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people told me that i've stalked that retarder and that was how i knew about that retarder's stuff. Oh gosh! I didn't know i was badly accused by stalkers who obviously stalk. Well, the pot is calling the kettle black huh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here blogging and this is good enough for not being active. I know right! Anyway, just talk to me on Facebook should there be anyone looking for me. Because Facebook is constantly active on my IPhone. (: Hehe. Time to go! Shall be back real soon. Next week, i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1336792990171783204?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1336792990171783204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1336792990171783204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1336792990171783204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1336792990171783204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/04/alright-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-7775295824145212239</id><published>2010-03-31T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:29:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW... ... ... It has been 2 weeks since i last blogged. Well, nothing much going with me. Just that i currently wasting my time at Mac and will be studying in April. Go to Facebook and you will know more happenings about me. Well, i have been very active in Facebook because almost 90% of my statuses were posted using my Iphone.  (: Alright, i shall get going. Should be anything, please go to Facebook and look for me! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-7775295824145212239?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7775295824145212239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=7775295824145212239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7775295824145212239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7775295824145212239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1120654218567317669</id><published>2010-03-14T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:47:17.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall now declare my frequency at blogging. Ever since i was hooked on Facebook, i have been ignoring blogging. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i have just ended my contract at Nespresso. Well, the experience was great. Despite a few unhappy moments. Today afternoon was funny. The glass table Jasmine was using for her machine was broken when Aunty May dropped the bottle. A small glass bottle could smash the thick glass table. Power lar. I was busy helping out with carrying the glass away with Ah Boon and Jasmine. Even the guys from the opposite side came to help us. Johnathan, Uncle Philip, Delvin and that guy whom i don't know his name. All that busy stuffs ended at 4pm where we went for our break at Mos Burger. I went with Jasmine, Ah Boon and Roselyn. We had so much laughter. Not to mention that i had a few cuts on my hand from carrying those heavy glass. Jasmine kept apologising to me as she was guilty for my cuts. Well, it wasn't her fault to start with. I mean, no one actually wanted that to happen. It was pretty funny because it happened on our last day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Steve for smoking and we went up. Wasted our time and it was classic. Going around taking photos and we missed some of the people there. ): Jasmine and all left at 9pm and i waited till 10pm and went off with Roselyn. Went to Mac for a little chatting with Stephanie. It was so fun. Well, it's time for me to go. But i will be dropping by because i need to return my name tag. Gosh. Shall go back with Ah Boon. Till then people. I have to go down to Manpower tmr morning before 10am. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1120654218567317669?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1120654218567317669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1120654218567317669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1120654218567317669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1120654218567317669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-now-declare-my-frequency-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3206877245593002417</id><published>2010-03-08T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:44:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright i was late for morning shift at Mac. So i came at 3.45pm. Working was okay. Just that i was asked to do counter again. Like what the hell like crazy. Anyway, life was much quiet at 6pm. Then the crowd came in at about 7plus. Break at 8pm with Richard. After which i continued my counter till 9plus and i was doing batch cook. Finished at 11pm and i was helping with the prepacked condiment. And guess what, i've dropped my Iphone and it was so bloody careless of me. I was so saddened and angry. But well, what's done cannot be undone. So yeah, i took it. My speaker is faulty now and i will bring it for service soon. (: Anyway, went home with Richard and end of my day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3206877245593002417?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3206877245593002417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3206877245593002417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3206877245593002417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3206877245593002417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-i-was-late-for-morning-shift-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6235635788474001895</id><published>2010-03-07T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:39:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Full shift at Robinsons. It was so great slacking. I had so much fun with Ah Boon, Jasmine, Beverly and Steven. We had lunch together at the staff canteen and then we slacked further more. I went to Harvey Norman with Steven and i saw the casing for Iphone. Oh my god! There's metallic red and blue case! But then it was not the one i wanted. But it was so nice. (: At night was more slacking and jokes. I was the last to leave so i used more facebook. =.= After which, went home and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Meow to smoke and went to Toa Payoh and met Weinam and Yengkee for supper. They went off early so i waited for Oiling to come. Slacked till 4am and we took cab home. The end of the day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6235635788474001895?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6235635788474001895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6235635788474001895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6235635788474001895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6235635788474001895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/full-shift-at-robinsons.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2461490461908454797</id><published>2010-03-06T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:18:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was late for my work at Parkway. Reached there 30 minutes late and i was doing runner. Well, life was so bad there. I pity the staffs there. I went over to fries at 12.30pm. My fries were there ready for them to take. Well, i did something that they didn't even dare to do. (: Went off at 1.45pm and took bus home. My brother agreed to sign iphone for me. *super happy* Reached home, bathed and went over to Toa Payoh with my brother. Met my mum and sister there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten my iphone, went for lunch and went home and changed. Went down to store and started work at 5.45pm. I was asked to do counter, after so long. I guess i wasn't that bad yet. Many things happened at night, and it was making me feel bad. But the thoughts of my iphone made me smiled. (: Finished work at 1am, slacked and smoked. Reached home at 2.45am. I was doing my iphone then. Had supper and went to bed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2461490461908454797?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2461490461908454797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2461490461908454797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2461490461908454797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2461490461908454797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-late-for-my-work-at-parkway.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8528930720005682198</id><published>2010-03-05T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:08:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was alright. Nothing much happened. I went for my break with Jasmine, Roselyn, Fred and Steven. We had Mos Burger for lunch and i loved the chicken teriyaki. *craving for more* Anyway, we slacked till night time. Jasmine and Steven went off at 9pm. I slacked till 10pm and i left with Roselyn. Went to Mac and ate supper. I was so hungry because i ate one meal only. Anyway, went over to store and slacked. Agree to help Oiling tmr. Worst still, morning 9am. Going off now. Then till. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8528930720005682198?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8528930720005682198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8528930720005682198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8528930720005682198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8528930720005682198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3715397546201264461</id><published>2010-03-04T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:06:23.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's forget about the previous two days of posting. I totally forgotten about blogging. Anyway, it was my off day at Robinson, so i went to store and worked. Closing prepacked is my station. Well, started off by doing trainer. I was teaching the new indo crew on initiator and yeah, it was alright. After which at 7.30pm, i was asked to do batch cook as Aunty See Moi went home. From there, i started doing my condiment. Well, i bet the condiment would last them at least a week. (: Thanks to Me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had a fall after the store closed. Super embarrassing. I even had a cut on my chest and it was bleeding. Arghh. Falling with a piece of nugget in my mouth was something i don't even want to remember. But the scar would make me to. ): Alright, i'm done with blogging finally. I have a busy week when the holidays come. 14th is my last day at Robinsons, outing on the 15th with my promoters clique, 16th bbq with my mac clique. 17th resume my work at mac. Well, after that i will start my studies. Gosh, life is so short yet pathetic. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3715397546201264461?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3715397546201264461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3715397546201264461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3715397546201264461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3715397546201264461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-forget-about-previous-two-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1130872496828567184</id><published>2010-03-02T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:27:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back at Robinsons working. It was alright. Jasmine and i kept talking and that we have got naggings. (: Enough said. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1130872496828567184?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1130872496828567184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1130872496828567184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1130872496828567184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1130872496828567184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-at-robinsons-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1057355383248339672</id><published>2010-03-01T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:23:22.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much as i had some of the food poisoning toxin left in my body. Well, update once i'm better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1057355383248339672?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1057355383248339672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1057355383248339672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1057355383248339672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1057355383248339672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-much-as-i-had-some-of-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3521808959255126082</id><published>2010-02-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:22:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at Mc. Met my clique for dinner and that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3521808959255126082?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3521808959255126082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3521808959255126082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3521808959255126082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3521808959255126082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-at-mc.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-9217024005010533499</id><published>2010-02-27T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:13:08.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright it is official. I had food poisoning and fever. Well, i have been staying at home the entire day and rested. (: Shall update once i'm feeling better. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-9217024005010533499?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/9217024005010533499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=9217024005010533499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/9217024005010533499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/9217024005010533499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/alright-it-is-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1315155236260263223</id><published>2010-02-26T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:10:28.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afternoon shift and nothing much. Ate one meal and was sick the whole day. Reached home after work and was totally feeling sick. NOTHING MUCH TO UPDATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1315155236260263223?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1315155236260263223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1315155236260263223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1315155236260263223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1315155236260263223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/afternoon-shift-and-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2194059839154520474</id><published>2010-02-25T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:02:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for my afternoon shift today. It was fun with Jasmine. I haven't seen her for days even since the day before New Year Eve. Well, we talked a lot and went for break together. We ate Curry Noodle with Nathan and Weihao. After break was our daily routine of slacking and talking. Spent my time with Shahilah too. Nowadays our group expanded. Even Rachel and Yuli joined us. Lol. After work, went back home and changed. Came to store and met my friends here. (: Well, i certainly had fun whenever i'm with my friends here. And guess what? I'm at store updating my blog. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before i go off. I realise the sudden change in me. I finally have a look of my changes. That's probably explain why people are leaving me alone. Alright. I will try my best to change back to the "Nata" people used to like. The "Nata" people said are cheerful, overly bubbly and considerate. I'm trying now. I must get my image back. Trust me. Time will prove it all but i know not everyone have the patient to wait. Leave if you want. Precious moments of time spent together would linger on my mind and heart. (: Take care yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2194059839154520474?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2194059839154520474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2194059839154520474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2194059839154520474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2194059839154520474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-went-for-my-afternoon-shift-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6404296606387676448</id><published>2010-02-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:02:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my afternoon shift and it was sure tiring. Delivery came and stock take. Wow. It was indeed busy. Anyway, had my break with Aunty Alice and Micheal. I ate 2 portion of rice as i was so damn hungry. It seemed as though i haven't been eating for few days. It really does. Anyway, slacked my day off just like that. Slacked with Yuli and Shahilah at Mac. It was super hilarious. We laughed like crazy as we were talking about some dirty jokes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, i went home and changed. Went down to store and helped with the condiment again. This time, i did 4 cases of condiment alone. (: That's what you get for doing continuously for few months. =.= Had supper and went home with the closers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6404296606387676448?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6404296606387676448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6404296606387676448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6404296606387676448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6404296606387676448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-my-afternoon-shift-and-it-was_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3864574588751956113</id><published>2010-02-23T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:08:53.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much on my off day. It was just another boring day of mine. Anyway, met Jiahui and we slacked the whole day. Met up with Reena, Oiling and Richard and we went for dinner at usual hangout. Laughing like crazy was something that always happened when we were with Jiahui. Slacked and waited for Ian to come. Chatted with Yisong and he sure is a funny person. Anyway, smoked with Ian and chatted for a little while before going off. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3864574588751956113?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3864574588751956113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3864574588751956113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3864574588751956113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3864574588751956113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-nothing-much-on-my-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5929626439271572858</id><published>2010-02-22T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:05:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went down to Manpower today. It was so bloody tiring for me. Saw Huikeng and talked to her a little while. After which, i took bus home. Sleeping in the bus was so damn good. Reached home and changed. Went down to Mac. Started work at 12.30pm and it was like very boring. Like usual, i was doing runner. And i kept pinching Shah. (: Went for my break at 3pm and it was like so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that i have been spending my time alone. Be it eating or smoking. Anyway, continued working after smoking and yeah. Life at 6pm was kitchen for me. I was with Biyu and Abdillah. I sensed that things were definitely not the same before. But i hope things don't get worse. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished work at 8.30pm and went home. Bought myself food to enjoy. Came home and blogging is done. I shall sleep early today and wonder where to go tmr. (: Iphone on Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5929626439271572858?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5929626439271572858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5929626439271572858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5929626439271572858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5929626439271572858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-went-down-to-manpower-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6305288465183052255</id><published>2010-02-21T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:58:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, my bloody Sunday. I had my full shift and it was alright. I had my break at 2pm with Shahilah, Rachel and Fred. Had Nasi Goreng. Slacked and chilled while working. It was so damn fun. Went for another break at 7pm with Shahilah and Rachel. Same place and we ate Nasi Padang. Talked about something that we all hated. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work was tiring for me. I headed down to City Hall after i had changed. Went to a pub and drank. (: It was Reena's birthday so we kind of celebrated. Went off around 1.30am and i went to Mac and bought Twister fries. (: And i saw Sahir! That was his store and i didn't even realised it. And i saw the promoters who i talked to at Robinsons Raffles Place at Mac too. Left and took Uncle's cab home. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6305288465183052255?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6305288465183052255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6305288465183052255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6305288465183052255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6305288465183052255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-my-bloody-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-533682193866389134</id><published>2010-02-20T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:59:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was awaken by my asshole dad. I quickly changed and left the house. Well, 18 years of suffering was really bad. Went to Mac and i was on time for my shift. I was doing drink drawer and runner. 11am was my break time and i went with Reena. Ate rice and smoked. After which i was stuck at runner. After which, i was asked to run the shift when the managers were busy. Many things happened because of that stupid bitch. Hopeless like crazy. Anyway, Finished work at 5pm and helped them till 6pm. Went smoking and asked about the iphone. And went home and changed and met Reena. We both ate together and waited for Ian and Jiahui. They had dinner and chatted together. Went back store and slacked. After which i left for my last bus. Went home, met Meow and we both smoked. NOw that i'm home, i'm going to sleep already. Full shift tmr and hell shag. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-533682193866389134?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/533682193866389134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=533682193866389134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/533682193866389134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/533682193866389134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-awaken-by-my-asshole-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6266001815476595184</id><published>2010-02-19T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:49:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I was working at Mac. 7.30am and i was 15 minutes late. Anyway, it was okay working. Missed those days when i was doing morning shift. I was doing runner and nothing much happened/ Just that Shah threw the green crate and it hit my leg. And now my leg had a bruise and it hurts badly. Had lunch with Reena and went to check out the iphone. Went home and rested. Initial plan was to meet my clique for dinner. But i was too tired from working, and so i gave that a miss. Well, slept and nothing much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6266001815476595184?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6266001815476595184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6266001815476595184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6266001815476595184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6266001815476595184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5479254892944966106</id><published>2010-02-18T06:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:05:10.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright today was really fun. I met Reena, Oiling and Ian at 3.30pm and we went to Aunty Laikuen's house and we sure had fun. Ate our lunch there and chit chatted. We all left at 5.30pm. (: Took train down to Woodlands and went to Aunty Sue's house. Well, we took the bus from the wrong berth and we were all shagged. Manjong at Aunty Sue's place and it sure was fun. Went back home at 12.30am. Not much elaboration on today's happening. 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Rested and walked to Toa Payoh and met Ian and Oiling. Joined Weinam, Yengkee, Teckhuat and Jiahui at Tpc Mac. After which, i left with Oiling and Ian for supper at usual place. We were talking about the same damn thing. Anyway, went to Mos burger and we were talking about our past chalets. (: And Jiahui took time to plan a chalet with this coming March. (: We both waited for the first bus and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3369635811765721872?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3369635811765721872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3369635811765721872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3369635811765721872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3369635811765721872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-home-and-changed_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2251271818085185893</id><published>2010-02-17T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:40:26.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i'm still at work. Nothing much happening at work today. Just that i'm alone the entire day. Kaya came and looked for me and we smoked. And then Jolene came with Eric. (: What a day. After work, i think i'd probably heading down to store. Help Ian with some of the condiment. Aha. Spend my day to the fullest right? (: Surely i will be blogging more tonight and hopefully, upload all the pictures here. =.= Actually those pictures are at my Facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i am so damn excited about this week. (: House visiting tomorrow at Aunty Laikuen's and Aunty Sue's place. Super excited. What's more, it will be really fun with my Mac clique! ^^ And also this Saturday, dinner at Pauline's place! I'm cooking for the first time for my clique! Hehe. Hope they find the food appealing and not disgusting. Lol. Enough said. Catch you guys later! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2251271818085185893?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2251271818085185893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2251271818085185893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2251271818085185893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2251271818085185893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/alright-im-still-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1994108989569710406</id><published>2010-02-16T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:32:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. Guess i really can't working morning shift. I was late for an hour and a half. Reached Mac at 10.30am and hell yeah, i got nagging. (: It was inevitable. I was doing drink drawer and then counter. Working was alright. Just that i have got my "period". It was disastrous. Went home and facebook-ed a little, and went down to Mum's work place. Godpa wanted to see me so i went down. He gave me a ang bao! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Pauline and Reena and we took cab down to Bukit Panjang. Went to meet my Uncle at his friend's house. Played blackjack with Pauline and Reena and i've lost close to $20. And later on i played alone and won back that i had lost. Overall, i've lost only like, say $5? (: Not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Uncle's cab and went back to Toa Payoh. Both Pauline and Reena went home and i went to store and met Ian for smoking. After which, i stayed there and went for supper with Ian, Venga and Aunty Sue. Oiling came too. (: We had so much to talk about someone. ^^ Well, reached home and facebook-ed even more. And finally, bed time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1994108989569710406?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1994108989569710406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1994108989569710406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1994108989569710406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1994108989569710406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-723657562512225686</id><published>2010-02-15T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:47:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my afternoon and it was double pay. (: Slacked with Yuli, Shahilah and Roselyn. Work was so relaxing and i managed to sell one machine. Finished work and met my Mac clique. Slacked with them and i then left at 12am. Nothing much today. I'm so excited about this coming Thursday! Well, shall update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-723657562512225686?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/723657562512225686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=723657562512225686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/723657562512225686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/723657562512225686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-for-my-afternoon-and-it-was-double.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2823565637065595974</id><published>2010-02-14T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:58:01.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up late for my shift at Mac. Reached  at 10am and i was late for an hour. It was okay and it was so hot as i was doing hashbrown. After which i was doing counter. Oh well, everywhere were closed due to the first day of Chinese New Year and we were all having large orders. It was so bad, but fun at the same time to see all the Chinese people going places for visiting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished work at 5pm and went home after that. Thought Beyonce's concert was on today, but it's tomorrow. Arghh. Well, i really do enjoyed work today and yeah, i have been feeling very bad. I shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2823565637065595974?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2823565637065595974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2823565637065595974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2823565637065595974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2823565637065595974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/woke-up-late-for-my-shift-at-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5076575711830013243</id><published>2010-02-13T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T05:11:22.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my afternoon shift at Raffles Place. Well, it was plain boring because my friends are all over at Centre point. Anyway, it was nice talking to Jasmine. The lady where i knew her at Raffles. Ended my shift at 5pm and i went over to Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i went home and had my reunion dinner. It was so nice to have dinner at home after so long. Well, after dinner i changed and went over to Mac. I was the only chinese there with Richard. I was in kitchen and doing condiment. Went off at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, had my supper and then i'm done with blogging. Shall catch a short nap. Working at 9am later. (: Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5076575711830013243?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5076575711830013243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5076575711830013243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5076575711830013243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5076575711830013243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-my-afternoon-shift-at-raffles-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5955774319048792981</id><published>2010-02-12T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:44:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my afternoon shift, like usual. It was plain boring. Had break at 4pm at staff canteen. Izwan and Jolene came and looked for me. =.= Anyway, thanks for making the trip down. Slacked my time when Jasmine left and i then waited for my time and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed and went down to Mac. Worked and it was bad. I'm not trying to be mean or whatsoever but that bastard was getting more arrogant. I nearly hurt myself because he pushed me. Well, i shall get a bomoh and make him suffer. That's what he get from hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially was meeting my Mum at the market for reunion dinner tmr. But then she said my Sister was sleeping, and no one was there to look after her. So she gave that a miss. Like, giving it a miss just because there were no one to look after my Sister? I was so pissed off. Took my stuff and ran out of store. Ian and Reena were following me. I broke down, crying like a baby. The last time i cried was like, ... ... I couldn't even remember. I was so excited and full of anticipation for this coming reunion dinner and i spent my hard earned money on the stuffs i bought for my Sister. And now, my Mum was telling me that there will only be steamboat for reunion dinner? What about the other food? My Sister, my Sister and my Sister. When will she be more understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i understood that she was tired from school and everything. But what about me? I had been working like slave and i still have to provide for the damn family. Simply because my brothers aren't contributing much to the family. When i see other families full with excitement for their reunion dinner, i was so upset. Let's not talk anymore. I even called my Mum and said to her that i will not be coming back for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those are having reunion dinner tmr, enjoy your time and Happy Chinese New Year. I really hope you guys enjoy because i'm not going home for reunion dinner. I had enough. And enough is enough. I will just be slave forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Since your daughter and your useless sons are more important, then why would you keep me years ago? You should have aborted me so that you wouldn't have a extra burden. I really doubt the fact that i'm your real flesh. Well, it doesn't seem so. And please, don't call me just to ask me back for dinner. I'm a slave, not your son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5955774319048792981?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5955774319048792981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5955774319048792981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5955774319048792981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5955774319048792981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-my-afternoon-shift-like-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4620870168166648611</id><published>2010-02-11T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:43:44.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went home and changed. I then went to store and helped Richard with the condiment. Customers were in and so i was helping them with the fries. Fancy me doing fries when i was wearing my home clothes. Anyway, i was doing the condiment and ended at 2am. They all ended at 3am. We randomly took pictures and went for supper. To think Pathiban and Shah came along. Lol. Police came and screened us. For the first time, i drank Tiger Beer at coffee shop. Zzzz it was so bitter. Well, it doesn't kill, does it? Smoked and had too much to talk about. Went home and my night ended in a very good way. (: And i will upload all my pictures here soon. I am really busy working and preparing for Chinese New Year. Lots of plans coming up. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4620870168166648611?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4620870168166648611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4620870168166648611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4620870168166648611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4620870168166648611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-home-and-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5546877031342213703</id><published>2010-02-11T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:17:07.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today is the day where i have many posts in a day. (: Sudden thinking stroked my mind. Why is my life full of mishaps? And many times i have doubts in friendship. Promises are meant to be broken, they said. Today i have experienced once again. I understand the fact that Jasmine was not doing it on purpose, but then her mindset and mine crashed. Well, girls are more comfortable with girls, right? Well, i have settled my mind to work hard towards that goal of scoring 18 and below for L1R4 and also to climb up to that damn mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I am not emotional, i'm just feeling bad. So so bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5546877031342213703?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5546877031342213703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5546877031342213703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5546877031342213703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5546877031342213703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-today-is-day-where-i-have-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-7701630751583563083</id><published>2010-02-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:35:21.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i'm still at work and it was boring. I felt so sleepy. Anyway, i went for my break at 3.30pm and i met Pauline and Erina. Ate Yoshinoya and the food was good. Went over to do some shopping and said hi to Coven. (: He's still very weird. I mean, he's way too gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to CottonOn and bought a pair shoe and a shirt. And went back to my counter and let Steven and Jasmine go for break. Slacked around and checked all my stocks. Went down to smoke with Roselyn and we went to Mac and chilled. And to visit BiDuan also. (: Saw Shah's brother and they are totally like twins. Well, thank god i don't look like my brothers. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's 7.30pm, i shall spend my time talking to Jasmine in case she say i'm way too obsessed with Facebook. (: Shall update more tonight when i finish work at Mac. (: Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-7701630751583563083?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7701630751583563083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=7701630751583563083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7701630751583563083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7701630751583563083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-im-still-at-work-and-it-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6998160795815954499</id><published>2010-02-10T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:36:17.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, time flies. It really does. My initial plan was to meet Carmen to go shopping at Bugis. But then i slept at 6am, and i couldn't get up. So i did not meet Carmen. ): Well, went for lunch with Mum and then i met Meow at Buona Vista and we went to her Aunt's salon. Had my highlights and it was superbly great. I loved my new look, like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Toa Payoh and i went to store while Meow went home. Bought drinks and stuffs for Chinese New Year and helped out Richard and Ian with their stuff. Delivery came and Richard asked me to verify. =.= Well, i improved a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Aunty there and had supper. After which, we went home with Uncle driving us. (: Now that i have reached home, done with blogging and i shall have my sleep. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6998160795815954499?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6998160795815954499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6998160795815954499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6998160795815954499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6998160795815954499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1386024383079456325</id><published>2010-02-09T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:25:02.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came for my afternoon and it was alright. Lydia came for the first time and i was truly shocked. She was so sweet and nice. (: And she was with some big bosses and yeah, it was scary. Went for break with Shahilah and Roselyn. We three had so much fun talking. Especially that bastard. (: Don't let me see you around my area. Lol. I sounded like so gangster. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break, my life was just packing the new price tag and arranging it nicely. Chatted quite a lot with Jasmine and Weihao. Went back with Jasmine and i took bus home. Missed twice and i was so mad. Slept in the bus till my phone dropped on the floor. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and changed. Went off to Toa Payoh and met my clique. Had dinner with Kaya, Reena and Carmen. I had so much fun with them. (: Anyway, after dinner was our usual smoking session at usual hangout. I then went to store and helped Ian with the condiment. (: Had fun at store too. Shah was sucha ass. Went for supper at Aunty there with Ian, Teckhuat, Mclin and Aunty Susan. We were talking and laughing like crazy. Went home and slept at 6am. Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1386024383079456325?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1386024383079456325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1386024383079456325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1386024383079456325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1386024383079456325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/came-for-my-afternoon-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8693613375710278141</id><published>2010-02-08T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:48:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 4.30pm and called Mac. Richard answered the phone and he said i could come to work. Reached Mac at 5.30pm and started work. There was a bad commotion going on and it was indeed unpleasant. I was in the kitchen with Aunty Susan and Teck Huat. We had so much fun today during work and of course, there were a lot of large orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my break at 8pm and i went to Koufu with Richard and Aunty Susan. After dinner, went for a smoking break with Reena and we went back shortly. Continued working and had fun with my colleagues. Ended work and went to Aunty there and had supper with Richard and Teck Huat. After supper, Uncle drove us back. I reached home at 4am, done with blogging. (: Sweet dreams, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8693613375710278141?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8693613375710278141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8693613375710278141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8693613375710278141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8693613375710278141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/woke-up-at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8112481304809563155</id><published>2010-02-07T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:39:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came for my full shift today. It was okay and yeah, standing there and i managed to sell 2 machines. (: I had so much fun slacking with Jasmine, Wenhui and Weihao. It was fun indeed. And my work, i rushed back home and got changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab down to East Coast. Met up with my Antm. Last gathering was Jolene's legal 18. This time, it was Izwan's legal 18. Mine would be 8 months from now. (: Well, Eric was there and so we really had fun. (: Anyway, we had so much fun and we really did spent to the fullest. (: I left first as i was really tired. Reached home at 7am and dropped dead immediately. (: Before i go off, Happy Legal 18, Izwan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8112481304809563155?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8112481304809563155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8112481304809563155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8112481304809563155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8112481304809563155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-came-for-my-full-shift-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-7774381256519845459</id><published>2010-02-06T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:03:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my afternoon shift and it was great. We had so much to talk about. After which, i went for my break with Jasmine, Wenhui, Steven and Nathan at 313. We had Superdog again with Beverly and Roselyn. We were practically laughing throughout the entire time when we were at Superdog. Well, that was how i always spent my time working at Robinsons. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iphone was our main topic of the day. (: I'm so gonna get it. Anyway, it was fun slacking. Wenhui got scolded by Dorothy and he cried. Well, i can understand that kind of feeling. (: Made new friends with tattoo and it was kind of scary. Finished my shift and went to take bus home. I boarded the wrong bus and it took me to Bukit Timah. I mistook 174 for 124. Well, it was really embarrassing and irritating. Took 985 back home. Wanted to meet my clique and something went wrong, so i stayed at home. Had porridge and then met Meow to smoke. Left at 1.45am and back home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for tmr: Meeting Weinam at 9.30am. Afternoon at 12pm. Izwan's BBQ party at 11pm. Oh gosh. It's gonna be tiring. Very! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-7774381256519845459?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7774381256519845459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=7774381256519845459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7774381256519845459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7774381256519845459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-my-afternoon-shift-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6781217813319538431</id><published>2010-02-05T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:56:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank Goodness It's Friday. Lol. It seemed as though it was Saturday. Nevermind. I came for my afternoon shift and it was rather good. Went to get my promoter name tag and it was really bad. It had got my full name on it. Aww.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my shift was relaxing. Ended at 10pm and i went over to Toa Payoh and met my clique. Printed my schedule and went for dinner with Richard, Reena, Oiling and Kaya. After dinner, we went to usual hangout and smoked. Left at 12.15am and went over to the bus stop behind my ex-school and took bus home. (: Nothing much apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6781217813319538431?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6781217813319538431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6781217813319538431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6781217813319538431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6781217813319538431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-goodness-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5637697774040534859</id><published>2010-02-04T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:29:48.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a bad working day i had. Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mac on time, finally! I was asked to do counter and yes, i was a cashier for value lunch. 12pm was okay, but then 12.45pm was disastrous. Customers were practically coming in and the six counter crews were going berserk. We were running like hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my break at 3pm and i went with Aunty Ah Eng, my godmother. After break, went smoking and then continued my counter. Life at 6pm was no good. Some people told me off when i did something wrong and not others who did the same thing as me. Well, i have every reasons to be angry not because i did nothing wrong. Yes, i had done wrong but don't you people think that sometimes we have to be fair so that people would look to you and say, "This guy have potential and very diplomatic in his decision and action". Anyway, ended my shift at 8pm and had my dinner. Went smoking with Reena, Shah and Pathiban. Saw Carmen and we chatted a little. Plus our new manager, Avin. She made me feel very comfortable talking to her and i swear she is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home settled my stuff and went to bed early. (: I don't want to think about all those negative stuffs. Because i know i will be fine after a good night sleep. I just need some time to think about. So friends who are worried about me, fret not. Because i will do something stupid without letting anyone to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5637697774040534859?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5637697774040534859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5637697774040534859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5637697774040534859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5637697774040534859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-bad-working-day-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8717737713802062271</id><published>2010-02-03T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:56:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my afternoon shift again and i was busy counting the stocks. Charlene then came and passed me the things for the upcoming Chinese New Year. I went to Cuppage and ate the curry noodle with Jasmine and Fred. (: Smoked and went back to our counter. We both slacked and then went to Cold Storage and bought my milk. Went to Mac, wanting to find BiDuan. But she was off and also, i finally saw Shah's Brother Nizam. Very much like Shah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked and we had fun. I waited for Kaya to come at 9pm and we left. Went to the station with Jasmine and i went to Toa Payoh and had dinner with Pauline, Reena, Carmen, Richard and Ian. After which, i went to meet Kaya as i promised to help her. Her friend brought us over to her place and we smuggled the doremon to Kaya's place. Went over to Toa Payoh and met Ian and Oiling. Supper, smoked, chit chat and we went off. Took a cab and sent Kaya and Oiling home. And done with blogging now, i shall rest. I must not be late tmr. I'm very sure i will be late. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8717737713802062271?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8717737713802062271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8717737713802062271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8717737713802062271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8717737713802062271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-my-afternoon-shift-again-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1308294496079981803</id><published>2010-02-02T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:50:13.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Had my afternoon shift today. Daily routine at Robinsons; slacking my time off. Went for break at 3pm at 313. Ate Mee Sua and it was my first attempt. Not that nice. Had a ice cream from Superdog and it was nice. (: We then went back and had fun with Wenhui. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and met Yuxuan at Toa Payoh and we waited for Simin and Reena to come and then we had dinner. After which, we went to usual hangout and smoked. I rushed off for my last bus. Met Meow and had a short chat and smoked. And we went home shortly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1308294496079981803?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1308294496079981803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1308294496079981803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1308294496079981803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1308294496079981803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-my-afternoon-shift-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2157369276132383549</id><published>2010-02-01T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:57:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was late for work at Mac. Reached at 12.45pm and i was asked to do lobby. Cynthia then pissed me off. She just don't listen to instructions. Plus i'm way younger than her and of a higher post. LOL. Fat bitch. Richard then reprimanded me for "picking on her". Well, that was her side of story. First thing first, i did not pick on her. It was her that was not listening to me when i was in charge of lobby. She assumed that one of my crews do not know how to mop the floor. Look who's at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the new first assistant commented that i was not at fault. Duh, it wasn't my damn fault to start with. Anyway, working was great. I was asked to do lobby and then i went for my break at around 3.45pm. Went out to eat and smoked with Reena. After break, stocking up was what i do. I was asked to do vats for peak period. It was freaking hot. Carmen was doing fries and we both were perspiring like hell. I was extended to 9pm because i was late and they needed people so yeah, i stayed. I was in kitchen and then finished work at 9pm. Helped my colleagues while the managers were busy. I then went for dinner with Kaya, Reena and Sugene. After dinner, we smoked and then i went off to catch my last bus. Used my computer and then off to bed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2157369276132383549?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2157369276132383549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2157369276132383549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2157369276132383549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2157369276132383549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-late-for-work-at-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8805726802429579700</id><published>2010-01-31T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:46:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came for my full shift. And it's a Sunday! Lol. Anyway, it was fun slacking with Jasmine and Wenhui. We all were practically talking to Eileen and Steven. (: We went for our break at 4pm and we ate Superdog. Our first time there and the food was great. Seriously. I wanna eat again. Smoked outside 313 and we saw Nathan with "his friends". Well, i just ignored him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and slacked, and then i had to change all the price tag for the machine as it was all marked down due to some comparison. Finished the price tag, went for smoking break with Roselyn and then i washed my stuff. After which, i went to Cine to meet Eileen as i needed her signature. Smoked and went to Toa Payoh. Helped Ian and Boss with the month end stock take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended at 4.44am. Oh yes, in the morning. Ian and i then met Ricahrd at Aunty there. Had my breakfast and went home. (: What a hectic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8805726802429579700?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8805726802429579700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8805726802429579700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8805726802429579700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8805726802429579700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/came-for-my-full-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8465030211702629435</id><published>2010-01-30T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:52:37.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had got a call from Mac when i was sleeping. It was Yisong who asked me for his cap. Oh well, i was disturbed from my sleep and i rushed down to Mac. Returned his cap and chatted with my friends there. After which, i took a tain down to Somerset. Went to Robinsons and started my day of agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked with Jasmine and Wenhui was my daily routine. Then went for our break at Cuppage. Ate Pork leg rice and it was like not even worth my money. After our break, we ate some chocolate Wenhui gave. I then had diarrhoea. Gosh it was so pathetic. And i had twice after eating the chocolate twice. =.= Bad day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted our time talking jokes and doing stupid things. We then waited for Jasmine's brother to come before we could go off together. I went to Toa Payoh and met Kaya and Sugene. I don't know what was wrong with me, but nowadays i always had some sudden cravings. I had clam chowder twice in a day. We then smoked and went to Aunty there and had our dinner there. Slacked at usual hangout with Mclin and Feriza. I then went off to catch my last bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the interchange and i was shocked by the crowd there. Fancy having so many people waiting at the interchange. What's more, it was the last bus. Gosh, i then went back to usual hangout and talked to Kaya and Sugene. We then left and i went to store. Oiling came and Reena was there, and so we helped with the pre-packed condiments. Stock take tomorrow so it would be kind of easy for Ian. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for supper with Ian Reena and Oiling. I don't even know why the heck i would eat again. It had been close to a month that i didn't had supper. Waited for Ian and he came with Someone. I was so reluctant but hey, i ain't that mean and stubborn as that asshole. Slacked with them till Richard sent me home. (: Going to bed now! Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 9 more months yo! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8465030211702629435?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8465030211702629435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8465030211702629435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8465030211702629435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8465030211702629435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-got-call-from-mac-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3686844577528996676</id><published>2010-01-29T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:13:06.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came for my afternoon shift and slacked with Jasmine and Nathan. We were having so much fun talking nonsenses. We went over to 313 and had Kfc for our lunch. Jasmine said that a guy from the salon where i cut my hair kept looking at me. Obviously, it was Coven. I just carried on eating. We then went out to smoke and went back to work. Wasted our time again and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished work at 10pm and left for home. Went over to meet my Mum and we had supper at the market. Well, time flies and people changed. There goes the same for the food. It was sucky, period. Went home after that and used the computer. Slept at 3am. Arghh! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3686844577528996676?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3686844577528996676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3686844577528996676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3686844577528996676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3686844577528996676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/came-for-my-afternoon-shift-and-slacked.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-7227306380482725284</id><published>2010-01-28T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:08:41.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Kaya at 3pm. Waited for her since 2.30pm and i was chatting with my Aunties at store. Kaya came and we went to get Simin's solution and we went over to her house. Left at 4pm and we took a cab to Centre Point. The cab was really slow. Went over to 313 as i was having my hair cut there. But then Kaya's friend was busy, and so we went for our lunch first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at some Hong Kong cafe and the food was so sucky. And the price was like damn expensive yet the food was not nice at all. People, if you are going to 313, don't ever step into this restaurant. I don't remember the restaurant name but it's some Hong Kong restaurant. So don't even thought of wasting your money there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the salon for my hair cut. Kaya's friend was Coven. Sounded weird, i know. He was kind of weird too. Sat there and he made my hair looked so nice. I'm in love with my new hair now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Toa Payoh and headed to Mac. Both Kaya and i changed and we started working. It was hectic and chaotic with some bitches shouting like crazy. Ended work and went to get cigarette. Smoked, slacked and helped with the closers. Went over to Aunty there and had our supper. Chatted and it was so funny that we agreed on the same thing. =.= Meichen, Biyu and Huizhu left first and i sat at the bus stop with Richard, Ian and Mingkee. Talking until uncle came over to pick us up. Went home after that. Done with my day, and i shall sleep well. Having my afternoon shift tmr. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-7227306380482725284?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7227306380482725284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=7227306380482725284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7227306380482725284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/7227306380482725284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/met-kaya-at-3pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5283760966391667588</id><published>2010-01-27T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:57:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work today at Centre Point. Saw Ah Zhong and his bangs and it was really hilarious. Lol. Talked to Jasmine and she claimed that she cut her hair but then there were no difference. We all agreed to go break at 3pm. Went over to 313 and had our lunch there. After having my first bite, i was thinking of something. I don't remembered opening my wallet and paid for my food. Then i realised, i had a free meal. (: Haha. Super lucky, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch break, we were practically slacking because there were not many people walking around Robinsons today. I did some cleaning and arranging of stuff. Left at 9pm and went over to Toa Payoh and met Richard, Reena and Kaya. Had Kfc for dinner and we were talking about that dog Ian faced. Ian came over and we went to usual hangout and slacked. Carmen came and we were talking about food in Malaysia. We then left at 11.30pm. Reached home and went to Meow's place and asked her about something. Then came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my hair cut tmr and i'm really excited about it. Though i wanted to perm it, but then Chinese New Year is round the corner. So i have decided to cut it first. My hair was a little damaged though. Hence my decision of cutting hair. Anyway, once my hair is long enough, i shall go curly. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5283760966391667588?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5283760966391667588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5283760966391667588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5283760966391667588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5283760966391667588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-work-today-at-centre-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5676697800356611344</id><published>2010-01-26T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:30:32.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up late and went to Mac. I was late for 15 minutes and i was asked to do line 2. It was okay. Just that William was making us laugh. (: After which, William went home and i went to line 1 and helped Aunty Pauline and Shanthi. Helped with the stock up and then i was in kitchen with Yi Song after Aunty Pauline and Shanthi went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was great. But not when Shah came in. He took over Yi Song for break and i swear, he was irritating to the max. ): Sad case man. Shah ran away because i wanted to hit him, and i was alone doing all the orders. Sucker right? Nevertheless, it was fun to fool around. People came in and i was out with a drawer. Asked to do cashier because of insufficient counter crew. After Meihua had her drawer, i went for my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went to the crew room, i took Shah's bag and ran away because he refused to smoke with me. But then he eventually went with me. Just because his bag was at stake. Lol. After smoking, i went to buy my curry chicken from Old Chang Kee. Had my break and was talking to Kak Malar. We were laughing at some many things. Especially that crew leader. And she promised to bring out for a spin in Malaysia. I'm so excited about it. Going there and eat all the great food at such a cheap price. I wanna eat seafood! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumed my counter and ended at 9.30pm. Helped a little with the stock up and went smoking with Kaya Reena and Carmen. Chatted and then left at 10pm. Changed and went home. Met Meow at the playground and she told me something funny. Sisterhood huh. (: After smoking and we went home. Changed and sleep early. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-5676697800356611344?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5676697800356611344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=5676697800356611344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5676697800356611344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/5676697800356611344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/woke-up-late-and-went-to-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8001525052355057845</id><published>2010-01-25T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:28:20.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i met Simin in the morning at 10am and i passed her my timesheet. I had work so, i didn't went to Manpower with her. ): Went home and changed. Went to work and yeah. You know what, Jasmine and i have got some cleaning to do. Dororthy asked us to clean our counter because it was very dirty. Finished that and Jasmine went for break. We can't go break together, sad case. I then used facebook to entertain myself. Jasmine and Wenhui bought lunch for me and i don't have to waste my time going out to buy food. Thanks man! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my break, we took photos with Jean because it was her last day. Haha! Anyway, Wenhui left shortly and then i had a war with Jasmine. We just randomly took things and threw at each other. (: Lol, i know. We left at 9pm and yeah, went over to Toa Payoh. Waited for them close to an hour. =.= Had our dinner, usual chit chat and then headed back home. Mac tmr. I will be alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I just watched the encore telecast of Ren Ci Charity Show. And now, i'mma big fan of Aunty Lucy! Haha. So Embarrassing! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8001525052355057845?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8001525052355057845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8001525052355057845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8001525052355057845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8001525052355057845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-i-met-simin-in-morning-at-10am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1991676554861792467</id><published>2010-01-24T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:20:48.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my full shift again. It was cool. Managed to sell a few. Went for my break at 4pm with Jasmine and Wenhui. Went to Food Republic and well, it was very expensive. Very, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked our time off and it was almost our daily routine. Lol. Anyway, we all left at 9pm and i took 124 back home. (: Wanting to go meet my clique but then, i was really tired. And so, i gave it a miss. Had maggi for dinner and that feeling was something that i had never done in a period of time. That feeling was great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, changed and everything, i had my sleep. Will be going to Manpower with Simin tmr. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1991676554861792467?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1991676554861792467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1991676554861792467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1991676554861792467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1991676554861792467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-my-full-shift-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4788051308256295126</id><published>2010-01-23T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:18:18.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my full shift. Reached Robinsons at 11.30am and practically wasting my time with Jasmine. Went for my break with Jasmine at 2pm. After which, we met Roselyn and smoked. It was so funny when we talked to Roselyn. Ivan then came over and nagged at us for going break together. After that, he talked to us about facial and stuffs about taking good care of our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked our time at our counter and it was so boring. Steven then came and we had our illegal gathering. Poor Wenhui for being aimed by Dorothy. ): Time flew and it was already 8plus when i started washing my stuffs. And i was facebook-ing the entire day at Robinsons. (: Left at 9pm and met Richard Ian and Reena for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them and went to usual place to eat. I ate Wanton mee and Roti Prata. I had sudden craving for prata. (: Well, Richard got me thinking hard. Should i change to a better person, or should i change to a person that people want me to be like? I know it sounds stupid, but i'm in serious dilemma now. ): And you know what, I missed **N***. Awww~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4788051308256295126?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4788051308256295126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4788051308256295126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4788051308256295126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4788051308256295126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-my-full-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4915201477242640599</id><published>2010-01-22T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:27:49.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came to work despite having a fever. Well, Eileen was on MC so i couldn't possibly take MC as well. Reached worked at 3pm and lied to Charlene. She was then mad at me. Oh well, it was my fault for lying and my fault for being sick. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my break with Jasmine and Fred. First time eating the mini steamboat and it was so expensive. Never mind. That was the outcome for eating food court in town area. I swear i will eat western food. We were happily slacking the day. My fever shot up and i was feeling real cold. I then ate pain killer and the fever went down. (: Left work at 9pm and went to Toa Payoh. Though Richard was doing closing shift, but he wasn't working. And so, Boss asked me to do condiment again. I was doing halfway, before i want to seal the condiment, our store had power failure. The entire mac have got no electric. So pathetic right. We were stuffed to death man. So freaking hot. We spent two hours in total summer time before the air con came back to life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent me home again and yeah, i'm done with blogging. I shall drop dead now. (: Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4915201477242640599?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4915201477242640599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4915201477242640599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4915201477242640599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4915201477242640599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/came-to-work-despite-having-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1783831126145990151</id><published>2010-01-21T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:32:21.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the market with my Mum in the morning for breakfast. We had the curry rice and then we went to Ntuc and do some window shopping. Looking for things that we will be buying for Chinese New Year. After which, we went home and i took a nap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late for work. Reached store at 1.46pm and i was doing runner for Patricia. It was hectic. I ended up sweeping the floor and mopping because i volunteered. (: And then it was time for me to go for my break. had curry rice from Old Chang Kee and it was as usual, nice! Lol. And i was asked to go kitchen after my break. I was running the kitchen with the attachment crew, Saifudin. He was nice to me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at 6pm was like cool. I was asked to do runner again and it was so hectic. Running like Mac is gonna close down tmr. =.= It was great. After the peak period, i was doing the condiment and stocking up because i said i was really tired. I was doing that until store closed. It was great man. I do miss those days at Mac but hey, life is not gonna be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for supper with Ian, Mingke, Meichen, Huizhu and Biyu. We had so much fun talking about jokes and Uncle sent me home after supper. (: The end of a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1783831126145990151?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1783831126145990151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1783831126145990151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1783831126145990151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1783831126145990151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-market-with-my-mum-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3787769173630481645</id><published>2010-01-20T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:39:11.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so bad for waking up late today. (: Anyway, met Brandon and Reena at Mac. We had value lunch. And went to smoke with Ian. We then took a cab to Teo Heng. (: Janice came later. Had fun anyway. Went over to Parkway at 7pm and met Oiling. Met the crews there and i felt happy that they still remembered me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the bus and we were late. We reached Toa Payoh at 8.40pm and Huifen and Teckhuat were waiting since 7pm. ): Our bad, our bad! Anyway, we went to Fork and Spoon for dinner and for the first time, i had Tom Yam. Oh gosh! People who knew me well enough knows that i don't even eat Tom Yam related food. But then, i had sudden craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off and to our usual hangout. Brandon and Janice left first. After smoking, we went to store and then Huifun left. (: After which, Mac had some conflicts going on. Ian Reena and i went to smoke before heading home. Took bus and went home. Slacked my time off. Now it's 1.30am and i had just dyed my hair yo! Haha. I'm so gonna show off my hair colour tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3787769173630481645?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3787769173630481645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3787769173630481645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3787769173630481645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3787769173630481645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-felt-so-bad-for-waking-up-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-4776402401663051209</id><published>2010-01-19T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:10:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my work at Centre Point and started at 1pm. It was rather easy going as there were not many people coming to Robinsons. Anyway, Jasmine and i bought some food to entertain ourselves while working and it was super great. There were sushi, hotdog and crabsticks. Well, that was how we pampered ourselves today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch break with Jasmine Aunty Bee and Nathan. Had Wanton mee and then went to smoke. Went back and slacked our time off. Went out again at 6pm to accompany Shasha to smoke. Steven was there too and we all got caught by Dorothy. We got nagging from her. ): Anyway, we slacked our time until 8pm when we started washing our stuffs. Left at 9pm and i went to Toa Payoh and met my Mum and Sister for dinner. (: We ordered too many dishes that we couldn't finish. But well, it had been ages since i last had dinner with my Mum and Sister. Anyway, i do feel pathetic and sorry for those who had conflicts with their family members. Super sad can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to smoke. Mummy and Sister left first and i spent my time there with Reena Carmen Simin and Irha to smoke. Chatted and went to store and helped out with the condiments again. (: It all ended at 3am and we then left for home. Done with my blog and i shall turn in. Meeting my dearest clique tmr for Teo Heng! (: Missed them like crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-4776402401663051209?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/4776402401663051209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=4776402401663051209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4776402401663051209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/4776402401663051209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-my-work-at-centre-point-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3508270723047361922</id><published>2010-01-18T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:57:42.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came to work at 1pm today. It was great slacking with Jasmine and Nathan. The regular three.Wenhui came to 313 and met us for lunch. And we had Kfc for lunch. =.= So long since i last ate that. Think a month ago? Yeah probably that timing. Nathan's friend, Wei Hao came over to join us. (: Anyway, we were laughing, like usual, way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at 313 doing some window shopping and i bought a Sony ear piece for $16.15. *heart pain*. Both Jasmine and i agreed on buying itouch together! (: Super excited. Wenhui left and we three went back to work. Jasmine and i left work together at 8pm and Nathan was there until 9pm. ): Sorry friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Toa Payoh at 8.30pm and went smoking with Ian and Reena. Ian said he was down on manpower, and so i agreed to help him. Had dinner with Reena and went back to Mac. Started work at 9.30pm and i was doing counter. (: It was okay at first, but it got worst when Abdillah was getting blur. He had a few orders which caught him spinning in his head. Anyway, i don't blame him. Store closed at 12am and we went for smoking break. After which, i was doing my condiments. Ended at 2am and we left at about 2.30am. Reached home and checked my stuffs. Bathed and dropped dead. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3508270723047361922?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3508270723047361922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3508270723047361922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3508270723047361922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3508270723047361922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/came-to-work-at-1pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-3327552752751442847</id><published>2010-01-17T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:39:42.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work at 2pm today with an uneasy mood. Plus so many things happening right now. Maybe i was feeling too vexed, or i was just being too paranoid. Anyway, went to the same place where we had our curry fish head with Jasmine and Wenhui. The food was nice, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued slacking and it was fun. Soon everyone left and i was the only one left working at my counter. I cleared up and left at around 9.30pm. Went over to Toa Payoh and met Ian Reena and Biyu for dinner. They were waiting for me since 9pm. Lol. And i reached at 9.45pm. Haha. had my dinner with them and we went over to usual hangout. Smoked and went to store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with changing the solution for my contact lens and went to usual hangout again. Smoked and then we went off. Alright done with my sucky night. Anyway, i had bought a hair dye! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Happy birthday to Brandon Sim Jia Le and Wafir The Halal Boy! (: Much loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-3327552752751442847?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/3327552752751442847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=3327552752751442847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3327552752751442847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/3327552752751442847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-work-at-2pm-today-with-uneasy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-2783669701418726023</id><published>2010-01-16T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:12:35.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my morning shift today. Reached here 15 minutes late and i was arranging my stocks. (: After which, my time flew away while i was promoting my machines. Sold quite a few until Eileen came. I went for a short smoking break with Jasmine and Wenhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and continuing selling my machines and yeah, waited for Eileen to come back and we went for our break. Had curry fish head at some shop and it tasted great. We ate till we could drop dead man. (: Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked until 9.30pm until Kaya and Sugene came over. And Eileen let me go off early. We wanted to have PastaMania. And some people just embarrassed me in public. Worst still, it was at Cineleisure. Oh whatever, it shows to me that people like that do not have many friends. And it was so bad that i happened to be one of her friends, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while i was in bus, i've got more pissed. Oh whatever. Keeping to myself is the best, i'd realised. I don't know how to keep to myself. I just needed someone to be there for me. And this resulted in hurting myself even more. I'd hate to say but i will turn out to be a real bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-2783669701418726023?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2783669701418726023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=2783669701418726023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2783669701418726023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/2783669701418726023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-my-morning-shift-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-804802838372825341</id><published>2010-01-15T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:30:42.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work today at 2.15pm. To think i'd troubled myself over the damn JPSAE. LOL. Spent close to an hour speaking to NP and MOE administrators. (: Went for my break at 4pm with Jasmine and Pauline. We had so much to laugh about. Thanks to my clumsiness! Don't even want to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline left for home after we had our break and i continued slacking with Jasmine. Had so much laughter as well. (: I ended work at 10pm and i finished washing exactly at 10pm! Gosh. Anyway, the queue was so damn long. I waited very long before i could get my IC and left the place. Met Jasmine and Steven at level one and we then left shortly. Met Simin at Toa Payoh and we had dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Kaya and Ian to come Toa Payoh. Carmen joined us and we had fun talking. Ian and Kaya came over and we then slacked till 2am. I took cab with Kaya and i sent her home. Camwhored in the cab! Lol. I then met Meow at house downstairs. Little did i know, Junhao was there too. Slacked for 10 minutes and we then left. I was super shagged now. Morning shift tmr. Cannot late! Stocks coming in. Till then. I'm dropping dead now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-804802838372825341?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/804802838372825341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=804802838372825341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/804802838372825341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/804802838372825341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-work-today-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-8803114841839115637</id><published>2010-01-14T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:50:49.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went down to Mac and worked at 12pm. I was asked to do initiator for value lunch. And i was panicking for the first 10 minutes because i haven't worked for a long time, in kitchen. It was fun working with Aunty Pauline, Liqin, Meihua and Sally. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for break at 3.45pm and spent the time on facebook with Carmen's laptop. (: I then went smoking with Ian and Kaya. After break, i was stuck in kitchen again. It was relaxing though. But life at 6pm was disastrous. My kitchen was considered weak compared to the counter. My kitchen crew and i were dead beaten. And many conflicts occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended work at 9.20pm and there were many people waiting for me. Richard, Waikiat, Kaya, Carmen and Reena were all waiting for me. (: Went to Lorong 8 and had supper. And we had a usual regarding work. And yeah, we all left and that was a great night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-8803114841839115637?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8803114841839115637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=8803114841839115637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8803114841839115637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/8803114841839115637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-down-to-mac-and-worked-at-12pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-835831696127364680</id><published>2010-01-13T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:00:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work at 12pm. Jasmine was finally back. I missed her badly! Anyway, we spent the afternoon talking about our results and went for break at 2.30pm. We had Wanton mee again. Initial plan was to have Mac, but Jasmine had pimples so we gave that a miss. Ate Wanton mee and went to slack our time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked too much today. I supposed the bedsheet department promoters were envious of us because we were practically walking that "runway" every now and then. Anyway, we went to Mac and had a drink because there were no spaces in the staff canteen. Had a drink and went to atrium to talk to Aunty Carol and Eliot. Yulia was there too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up and left at 8pm. I took train to City Hall with Jasmine and we parted our way there. I went to Raffles Place Robinsons and met Simin there. Helped her cleared her station and we went back to Toa Payoh together. Due to my sudden craving of Mac, we had Mac for dinner. I had McSpicy! ^^ (: We then went to Mos Burger and bought Clam Chowder and went to usual hangout and slacked! We parted our way and i went to Mac. Committed my off day tmr to Mac. (: After which, i went home. So that was how i spent my day! O levels this year again. Arghh i don't mind being way behind, like seriously. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-835831696127364680?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/835831696127364680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=835831696127364680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/835831696127364680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/835831696127364680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-work-at-12pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-1435945834035409214</id><published>2010-01-12T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:00:59.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work at 2.45pm. Lol. Yes, i was late. Settled down and went for lunch break with Nathan. Ate Long John Silver this time. And we then went to Cold Storage and bought my milk and went back. It was relaxing today, yet boring. Not many customers walking around Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for another break with June and Nathan and ate mee goreng. We then talked about June's stalker. Lol. Slacked till 8pm. I then left for Toa Payoh. Met Carmen Kaya and my sister. Ate at Aunty there and went to usual hangout and smoked. Slacked till Reena came. We then left at around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i'm much more settled down. I'm gonna go all the way to get myself better results. Yes, i'm taking o levels again. Though it may be stupid for wasting one more year but hey, it's my life and my choice. I don't wanna go to ite and take some useless course. And so, i'm gonna hit that damn L1R4 and do myself proud. Trust me. All i need is one more year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, i had just appealed for my English. Damn i just don't believe that. Fuck those markers! Oops i didn't just said that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-1435945834035409214?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1435945834035409214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=1435945834035409214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1435945834035409214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/1435945834035409214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-work-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-6370696861389016159</id><published>2010-01-11T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:59:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As expected, i didn't put in my best for O Levels last year. My grades were disastrous. And no, i'm not pessimistic at all. I'm just feeling bad for disappointing all those who cares for me. Laugh at me for all you want. And i would not feel bad and break down, simply because you guys are laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong bond with my cliques. They are there for me and that's enough. I don't really need others to lecture me or care about me because they are what i need. (: Anyway, i'm thankful for what Jiahui Reena Xuandong and Richard had done for me. For taking out time to accompany me. Though i still feel bad for my results. Anyway, thank you so damn much! I LOVE YOU! &lt;a href="http://meldtogether.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;❤&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also thanks to those who wished me and those messaged me! Much loves and all i need is time. (: I will be back soon enough. And this time, much much STRONGER. Trust me. I can do it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meldtogether.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622742886058740905-6370696861389016159?l=natalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6370696861389016159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622742886058740905&amp;postID=6370696861389016159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6370696861389016159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622742886058740905/posts/default/6370696861389016159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalong.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-expected-i-didnt-put-in-my-best-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nata Banks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/SQ_PsWzdK0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/56OUgw3WLvw/S220/mypic002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622742886058740905.post-5014650936364737299</id><published>2010-01-11T00:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:55:41.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was late for my full shift today. Reached at 11.45am and it was alright. Went down to get milk and some food to eat with Wenhui. (: Eileen came later. I was feeling so bored because Nathan and Jasmine were not around. Went for break at 4pm with Wenhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished work at 9.30pm and took photos with the Robinsons staffs who were serving their last day. So sad right. All those who i thought were nice, were leaving. ): Anyway, i'm sure we are gonna keep in contact. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kaya Reena and Richard for dinner. Richard asked me out for singing session tmr but i told him i might not be feeling good for it's results day! I even said that i might just disappear. He said to me that no matter what happen, i'm the soul of our clique. That moment, my tears almost dropped. Because i never thought that way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to smoke and slacked. I then camwhored with Kaya. After which, we all left home. Before i go off, these are all the photos i wanted to post but i was tired and busy. (: Enjoy! And all the best to those who are collecting their result tmr. (: GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red camp fever! Red camp 6 reunion! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oECUxIMKI/AAAAAAAABis/JfGsaR3HKS8/s320/09012010151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425153139102199970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oEB9kJ4HI/AAAAAAAABik/BkxyL6CAr8Y/s1600-h/09012010152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oEB9kJ4HI/AAAAAAAABik/BkxyL6CAr8Y/s320/09012010152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425153132873769074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oEBZphG6I/AAAAAAAABic/jdw_GENmf1Q/s1600-h/09012010153.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oEBZphG6I/AAAAAAAABic/jdw_GENmf1Q/s320/09012010153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425153123232586658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDrCxPICI/AAAAAAAABiU/42SZSxbvUXw/s1600-h/09012010154.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDrCxPICI/AAAAAAAABiU/42SZSxbvUXw/s320/09012010154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152739133825058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDq2KlH-I/AAAAAAAABiM/Xvsoq3B4AI4/s1600-h/09012010155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDq2KlH-I/AAAAAAAABiM/Xvsoq3B4AI4/s320/09012010155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152735750463458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDqdWOEGI/AAAAAAAABiE/bj9KCDlcnA8/s1600-h/09012010156.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDqdWOEGI/AAAAAAAABiE/bj9KCDlcnA8/s320/09012010156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152729088397410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDp3VwbgI/AAAAAAAABh8/aG69WE8Uo04/s1600-h/09012010157.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDp3VwbgI/AAAAAAAABh8/aG69WE8Uo04/s320/09012010157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152718885907970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDpVGj9sI/AAAAAAAABh0/dtJRdlaN5kI/s1600-h/09012010158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDpVGj9sI/AAAAAAAABh0/dtJRdlaN5kI/s320/09012010158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152709695370946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDQVTqerI/AAAAAAAABhs/lX2eMnc86hU/s1600-h/09012010159.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDQVTqerI/AAAAAAAABhs/lX2eMnc86hU/s320/09012010159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152280253594290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDQKO1J7I/AAAAAAAABhk/YdwrVKggFko/s1600-h/09012010160.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDQKO1J7I/AAAAAAAABhk/YdwrVKggFko/s320/09012010160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152277280532402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDPsujW5I/AAAAAAAABhc/jd7Lg3Rfm1U/s1600-h/09012010161.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDPsujW5I/AAAAAAAABhc/jd7Lg3Rfm1U/s320/09012010161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152269360520082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDPbxMTdI/AAAAAAAABhU/0V-oamrkoHk/s1600-h/09012010162.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDPbxMTdI/AAAAAAAABhU/0V-oamrkoHk/s320/09012010162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152264808189394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDOxDLPTI/AAAAAAAABhM/Iyg0vbx5L28/s1600-h/09012010163.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oDOxDLPTI/AAAAAAAABhM/Iyg0vbx5L28/s320/09012010163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152253340892466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those good Robinsons staffs. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oFAtQiPcI/AAAAAAAABjs/Ulw1d0ONk8U/s1600-h/10012010165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oFAtQiPcI/AAAAAAAABjs/Ulw1d0ONk8U/s320/10012010165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154210828271042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE5hqJuEI/AAAAAAAABjk/I0zk3FRelG4/s1600-h/10012010166.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE5hqJuEI/AAAAAAAABjk/I0zk3FRelG4/s320/10012010166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154087455406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE5CXTuqI/AAAAAAAABjc/U7GpE2kEduU/s1600-h/10012010167.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE5CXTuqI/AAAAAAAABjc/U7GpE2kEduU/s320/10012010167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154079054871202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE46uYv2I/AAAAAAAABjU/Ix7-isukFAc/s1600-h/10012010169.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE46uYv2I/AAAAAAAABjU/Ix7-isukFAc/s320/10012010169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154077004185442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE4fZBEkI/AAAAAAAABjM/_18oypPJo8U/s1600-h/10012010170.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE4fZBEkI/AAAAAAAABjM/_18oypPJo8U/s320/10012010170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154069666796098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE3-fJADI/AAAAAAAABjE/5wvQlrV6KzQ/s1600-h/10012010171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oE3-fJADI/AAAAAAAABjE/5wvQlrV6KzQ/s320/10012010171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154060834111538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots while moody took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oGIzUNF0I/AAAAAAAABkk/T2rHwzCI1VI/s1600-h/10012010174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oGIzUNF0I/AAAAAAAABkk/T2rHwzCI1VI/s320/10012010174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425155449404856130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oGId88GuI/AAAAAAAABkc/3A92omwXJg8/s1600-h/10012010175.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oGId88GuI/AAAAAAAABkc/3A92omwXJg8/s320/10012010175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425155443670129378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oFz_XffmI/AAAAAAAABkU/tUwpWpO9BjU/s1600-h/10012010176.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/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oFz_XffmI/AAAAAAAABkU/tUwpWpO9BjU/s320/10012010176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425155091862617698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsNrDL5Ufgc/S0oFzSlo5VI/AAAAAAAABkM/YPzwJ6uSUP0/s1600-h/10012010177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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