<?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-23037632</id><updated>2012-01-19T15:02:20.823+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2838482203657985250</id><published>2010-12-30T04:29:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T04:31:24.817+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the love</title><content type='html'>You know it's a crush, when he texted, you smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its more than that, when he texted and you giggled&lt;br /&gt;Even at the simplest statement (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-201761071984199589</id><published>2010-12-13T02:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:02:03.738+13:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time</title><content type='html'>I've already let the past go.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-201761071984199589?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/201761071984199589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=201761071984199589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8888196526282868627?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8888196526282868627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8888196526282868627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8888196526282868627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8888196526282868627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-tough.html' title='Life is tough'/><author><name>Natasha 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6373077557647316980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6373077557647316980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6373077557647316980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-knowing.html' title='Not knowing'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6278501774011808425</id><published>2010-02-11T00:19:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:23:53.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c07MLKeCVag"&gt;Come back to me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you gotta go and find yourself&lt;br /&gt;You say that you're becoming someone else&lt;br /&gt;Don't recognize the face in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; float: right; width: 300px; height: 262px;"&gt;&lt;iframe style="margin-left: 0px;" src="http://static.kovideo.net/bnr/default/default-300x250.html" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" allowtransparency="1" width="300" frameborder="0" height="261" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you're leavin&lt;br /&gt;As you look away&lt;br /&gt;I know theres really nothin left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just know i'm here&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take your time i wont go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Picture you with the wind in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep your things right where you left them&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here for you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i hope you find everything that you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting to see&lt;br /&gt;You find you come back to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't get close if your not there&lt;br /&gt;I can't get inside if theres no soul to bear&lt;br /&gt;I can't fix you i can't save you&lt;br /&gt;Its something you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;So i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i hope you find everything that you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting to see&lt;br /&gt;You find you come back to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6278501774011808425?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6278501774011808425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6278501774011808425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6278501774011808425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6278501774011808425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-back-to-me.html' title='Come back to me'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-755679636174323001</id><published>2010-02-10T16:38:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:56:04.688+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting for a day</title><content type='html'>I'm babysitting my cousin's kid. An adorable 8 months old Husna.&lt;br /&gt;While her parents, my aunt (her grandmama) and my mom are away, checking out their new house, I voluntarily stayed at home, watching her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies,&lt;br /&gt;They are such beauuuutiful creatures; with their tiny little fingers and toes; and their teeth-less smiles- can make one's day as bright as the sun. Husna did just that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have my own some day but at the moment, I am happy babysitting for several hours. The thought of waking up at the wee hours in the morning, breastfeeding and changing diapers etc doesn't seem inviting, well at least for me, today at 24 (Gosh, that's old :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am happy for my cousins and friends who will or already have their own kids. And I am more than happy to play with their babies, again, for a couple of hours, and that's about it. I guess, it's a sign that I'm not ready to be a Mom or maybe, it comes naturally when that beautiful little creature enters your life. Oh well, that is for me to find out and for you to see in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-755679636174323001?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/755679636174323001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=755679636174323001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/755679636174323001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/755679636174323001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2010/02/babysitting-for-day.html' title='Babysitting for a day'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8947728054867039167</id><published>2009-11-03T20:59:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:42:06.985+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred is strong</title><content type='html'>Why so much hatred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed with human emotion: to hate, to love and to ignore. I must say, each entitles to his/ her feeling, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But I am even more fascinated with human behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the Wh- questions&lt;br /&gt;Who mold it? What shape it? Why is one behave as such?&lt;br /&gt;I know, psychology is not my strength, but experience definitely has taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one told by someone, I am a pretty straightforward person, doesn't beat around the bush to express my intention. Well, for some, that might not be favourable; being offended, for others, You nail it! Point noted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this instance, similar to feelings, each individual has his own weird/ quirky behaviour. Again, one is entitled to behave as he wants to; which leads to my next point, when does behaviour become acceptable/ not in one's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;All boils down to the environment and people around you.&lt;br /&gt;If the environment is surrounded with beings that are not comfortable with straightforward people like me, then they end up, being hurt or offended. If they felt as such, I apologised*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there is no fault at apologising to someone, even for the tiniest mistake, because, who knows, you end up, not having the chance to do so tomorrow and regretting- better now than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, again, the environment you are in plays a vital part in perceiving whether your behaviour is acceptable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am of no position, to question one's behaviour, because I myself, is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;But do watch your behaviour, to think before you act or say because, it reflects of who you are inside.&lt;br /&gt;It is a mirror of your intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you can't take them back once you've blurted them out, and it is forever scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions are genuine, with no grudges. So, do not take it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up, only then you can forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8947728054867039167?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8947728054867039167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8947728054867039167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8947728054867039167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8947728054867039167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/11/hatred-is-strong.html' title='Hatred is strong'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-4590429289240635786</id><published>2009-08-03T10:32:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:46:37.317+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate myself, for being so forgetful</title><content type='html'>It's the first Monday in August and it would be another half an hour to go, before a meeting with my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting prepared for it- reading journals to refresh this old memory of mine, suddenly it strucked me "Did I or did I not return the laptop? If I did not, which I am pretty sure of, then where could it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my typical menggelabah mode was on, as Azmir would put it. He s one of the few people that needs to stand this side of me. Sorry la ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a major presentation last Friday and there were two of us, Ella and I. As I was the last person to present, it was my unspoken duty to send it back to the Accounting Department but because of my uncontainable excitement, right after the presentation, I just walked off the room, relieved, forgetting that poor old computer in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point, I am such a forgetful person! I'm going to be 23, not even close to 32 yet I have the memory of a very2 'ancient' person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part of me. As I would have recalled, I've lost things easily, say, 3 watches in 3 years! I bet no one can beat that kan? I hate myself, hate, hate, hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish, anyways, been asking, emailing and texting people of the laptop's whereabout. I really really hope, someone from the class, did return it. Please say he/she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I need to start eating more fish and kismis and less on the meat. As well as spirulina? Those supplements that moms force us to eat, especially the time when we had big exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, 2 months plus till I unofficially graduate. Haa.. Now that, you can't beat, unless you are already employed. *Boo me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-4590429289240635786?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/4590429289240635786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=4590429289240635786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4590429289240635786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4590429289240635786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-myself-for-being-so-forgetful.html' title='I hate myself, for being so forgetful'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6324887377202751602</id><published>2009-06-14T16:56:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:06:17.644+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this</title><content type='html'>I dislike watching Korean/ Japanese series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can reasonably say this, "It would be the last thing I'll do during my free time!"&lt;br /&gt;Not only, would you need to give your devoted attention (as obviously, you do not understand the language, hence the subtitles)&lt;br /&gt;But they also, paint 'fairy tales' story lines that are just not true, in reality.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, the person who watches it should be the one to be blamed because obviously there are just stories kan? However, we are girls!! with feelings and fantasies- Mr right guy, Mr right guy doing the right thing at the right time saying the right words&lt;br /&gt;To top all of that, I dislike watching Korean/ Japanese series. Not like I have any grudges with the people from these two nations because undoubtedly, there are super hot! *already melted with few ;), or must I embarrassingly admit more :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha hates fairy tales as it will not come true - for her at least&lt;br /&gt;Tasha hates spending 7 hours watching them *which I did last night..Ish3x*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality now. I really like the story though. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is here! WeeHooNot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6324887377202751602?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6324887377202751602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6324887377202751602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6324887377202751602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6324887377202751602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-5615259843094901341</id><published>2009-05-10T23:00:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:11:59.973+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled ya'</title><content type='html'>I've been fooled..&lt;br /&gt;The workload is overwhelming than ever&lt;br /&gt;And my head, is spinning, faster&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must catch up, *running*&lt;br /&gt;No time wasted! Tick Tock Tick&lt;br /&gt;I can see the finish line!1&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, no it is not *panting*&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get there?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit more *feels like forever though*&lt;br /&gt;Oh! why are there hurdles??!&lt;br /&gt;Not one, not two but lots of them?!!&lt;br /&gt;How many can I take? *just jumped over one- phewWw, that was close*&lt;br /&gt;Watch out- here comes another one *Jumped as high*&lt;br /&gt;Dabush *landing safely* and continue running&lt;br /&gt;Run tasha run...&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me stop&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, don't let me give up&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, I will reach to 'you' with a satisfied feeling&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout out loud, I have made it!&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is an illustration of an unsuccessful and poorly written poem?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am not a poet after all.&lt;br /&gt;Loser&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-5615259843094901341?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/5615259843094901341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=5615259843094901341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5615259843094901341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5615259843094901341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/05/fooled-ya.html' title='Fooled ya&apos;'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-3330296934826163136</id><published>2009-03-26T19:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:08.698+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah crap!~</title><content type='html'>Wtheck??&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just that March is finally over&lt;br /&gt;The month of 'hell' is waving goodbye and say Hello to April!~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month down, another 9 to go??! till I'm unofficially graduate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! better get started with my work, till then! take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-3330296934826163136?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/3330296934826163136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=3330296934826163136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3330296934826163136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3330296934826163136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-crap.html' title='Ah crap!~'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6566118101314810938</id><published>2009-03-21T22:02:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:24:21.957+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely bored, which explains the blogging but I have heaps of journals calling to be read&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the end of March or must I say, Easter break!&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that everything will eventually run smoothly with couples of bumpy rides along the road&lt;br /&gt;I know, hurdles teach you to be a better and wiser person but I guess, I had had enough hurdles for now.&lt;br /&gt;I am just too tired, sleep deprived and becoming such a boring person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, despite the hectic schedule and insane workload, I kinda like it, if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of reading loads of journals (I know more than you do now), the late night studying and filling in applications, the yucky taste of coffee to keep me 'working', the rush of the adrenaline pumping, running for being late to class are the few of many things I would definitely miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am rambling but I just feel like blurting all of these out&lt;br /&gt;To my students, thank you for your challenging questions and your innocent and not so faces when I end each tutorial questions with- "Does anyone have a question? Everybody is all good with this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As gruesome as it can be in marking your papers, I kind of enjoy it, knowing that for each classes I tutor, I am making a difference in their lives. Oh, I do hope for the better of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 400 level friends, as stressful as life may be at this stage, I know deep inside, each of us will excel later on. The widest smile one could possible Imagine from each and everyone of you. We have gone this far, might as well, try our very best, give our utmost effort to succeed. Less than 7 months away to finish our dissertation. Hmm, how fast time flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to read the journals for the coming week presentation. The hell month is soon 'waving goodbye'. By the way, I am in the midst of the worst stress month I have ever had- juggling between tutoring, journal'ing and summarising, researching and job hunting&lt;br /&gt;You do the math, as all adds up to Tasha on the verge of insanity, NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry as, Azmir loves to say, 'Nah, i am All good aye' (can't quote the date because he just love saying 'em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says Accounting is an easy paper?&lt;br /&gt;Think again!&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Tasha who is under manageable stress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6566118101314810938?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6566118101314810938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6566118101314810938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6566118101314810938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6566118101314810938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-5169094673563802289</id><published>2009-03-14T12:43:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:51:05.119+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a break, have a Kit Kat?!</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I am so bored and it is the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies, I'm about to enter the 3rd week of fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;What happened so far? Plenty which I would not go into details about.&lt;br /&gt;Too boring to tell, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much is going on in my life except the normal routine of studying, tutoring, more studying and something new to add would be: hunting for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, applying for some requires the same energy as sitting for a 100 level paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing CVs, cover letters, attending presentations, meeting people and even seeking advice from the Career Adviser consume a lot of time. Oh well, I suppose, it is worth the outcome later on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, My break is up!! It is time for lunch! Toast bread with kaya and butter, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;The hell of the hell week is soon approaching. Argghhhh!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Lets be stress free!~.. NOT&lt;br /&gt;I want kit kat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-5169094673563802289?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/5169094673563802289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=5169094673563802289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5169094673563802289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5169094673563802289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-break-have-kit-kat.html' title='Take a break, have a Kit Kat?!'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-871698764639422606</id><published>2009-03-01T11:10:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:16:23.338+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles ahead</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, 'hell' is unleashed as classes are starting, which could only equal to tonnes of workload and unbearable stress.&lt;br /&gt;As this spells exaggeration at first instance, it is true, I deserve to act as such as this is my final year here in Dunedin, believe it or not. How time flies, I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where should I start. Excited for the challenges to come or sadden by obstacles I faced as the new year passed me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many stuffs to think about. However, hopefully, knowing which to prioritize, making a good decision for each, InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everybody a good year ahead! and hope everything will fall back into pieces (I hope and pray for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-871698764639422606?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/871698764639422606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=871698764639422606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/871698764639422606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/871698764639422606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/03/obstacles-ahead.html' title='Obstacles ahead'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7770353297654458622</id><published>2009-02-03T17:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:06:48.340+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking long and hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7770353297654458622?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7770353297654458622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7770353297654458622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7770353297654458622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7770353297654458622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-long-and-hard.html' title='Thinking long and hard'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-9134714300366873219</id><published>2008-11-02T20:55:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:13:39.560+13:00</updated><title type='text'>8-lapan-pat</title><content type='html'>For some, this number has its lucky charm in it.. Pat brings prosperity, wealth etc for the Chinese&lt;br /&gt;But for me, this is my target! '8'&lt;br /&gt;Achievable or not? We've yet to find out, although, admittedly, I am working hard to reach that goal of mine (need to earn it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a friend of mine made a blunt statement of me.&lt;br /&gt;"Tasha, I've noticed something about you.. You seldom wear jeans"&lt;br /&gt;Heh. You got it right mr.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Personal opinion towards jeans-&lt;br /&gt;They are...&lt;br /&gt;very tight! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although you could just grab those stretchy jeans to put on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;making them very uncomfortable to wear: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I personally find myself difficult to move around *oppPs, does that mean, I'm no girlish2- se se ma man (sopan santun) type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here to prove you wrong&lt;br /&gt;As I adore skirts and dresses so much that I have more of them that those tight jeans!&lt;br /&gt;Skirts give you the sense of girlish'ness, sweet'ness and whatever good compliments that end with 'ness- hot'ness? doubtful&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it enhances your god giving body shape and I personally believe skirts do a very good job in that 'area'&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry friends, hopefully, I will soon have a collection of  jeans *the truth is, I am eyeing on this particular skinny jeans in store*&lt;br /&gt;Skinny? Me? For now, its unthinkable! But who knows, In a month's time, probably? Alright, what about 2?&lt;br /&gt;"Tasha in her new skinny jeans" sounds like a good headline, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, more of a snort then it being real.&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely no harm for girls to hope aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2, back to the japanese drama that I paused, just so to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halu-san!! I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-9134714300366873219?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/9134714300366873219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=9134714300366873219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/9134714300366873219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/9134714300366873219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-lapan-pat.html' title='8-lapan-pat'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2193928070423704894</id><published>2008-11-01T13:13:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:45:12.621+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovebug</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been almost a week since my last 300 level paper, ACCT310&lt;br /&gt;So,what have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Not updating my blog when I have all the time in the world to do. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am writing today's post, I am listening to Jonas Brother's 'Lovebug' song over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;Already has a special spot in my head, I am loving the beat, and even the lyrics too..&lt;br /&gt;I can just dance to the music!! Hopping like a mad cow? Is that even possible *exaggerating to get the message across- I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure you've encountered a situation, where love at first sight applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this song is like, love at first listening!? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is still 'dancing' to the beat of this song, Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be in Malaysia in less than three weeks time..&lt;br /&gt;How time flies, third year is just a memory kept in this tiny heart of mine..&lt;br /&gt;Like a roller coaster ride, I am uncertain, whether will there be a fourth year for me?&lt;br /&gt;Depending on my overall 3rd year result, I can only hope and pray hard, knowing deep down, whatever the outcome is, Allah has a better plan for me :) InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to..&lt;br /&gt;1) meet my beloved family members&lt;br /&gt;2) hangout with my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;3) and not to forget, eating like a 'pig'- routine of roti canai for breakfast, fast food during lunch and mum's cooking as my dinner&lt;br /&gt;I just can't contain this excitement! YahooOo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, to those of my friends who are sitting for their exams, Good Luck I wish you ;)&lt;br /&gt;And for that special person, can't wait to see you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2193928070423704894?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2193928070423704894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2193928070423704894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2193928070423704894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2193928070423704894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/11/lovebug.html' title='Lovebug'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8476725350938163628</id><published>2008-10-15T21:09:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:20:41.782+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SPWnwfvaG_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pkVG0CrfiPg/s1600-h/DSC02211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SPWnwfvaG_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pkVG0CrfiPg/s320/DSC02211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257292591620824050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SPWnkjb96JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MTniC-vCaCU/s1600-h/n733399198_1393206_6847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SPWnkjb96JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MTniC-vCaCU/s320/n733399198_1393206_6847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257292386454595730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am listening to a song by Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat, Lucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels like writing this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be in love with my best friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we are in love in every way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Luck will always be on our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so lucky :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8476725350938163628?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8476725350938163628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8476725350938163628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8476725350938163628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8476725350938163628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SPWnwfvaG_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pkVG0CrfiPg/s72-c/DSC02211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8846269118682842460</id><published>2008-10-14T17:45:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:46:12.811+13:00</updated><title type='text'>p/s:</title><content type='html'>Stop criticising and start living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8846269118682842460?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8846269118682842460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8846269118682842460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8846269118682842460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8846269118682842460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps.html' title='p/s:'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2022522066796168052</id><published>2008-10-14T16:10:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:38:05.900+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Argghh!</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing something but my mind and heart are just to 'stingy' to share 'it with others..&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are itchy, wanting to type but is refrained to do so.. Continuously typing, deleting and typing..&lt;br /&gt;As if, it got stuck somewhere along the 'journey'..From one of the zillions brain cells to this chubby little fingers..&lt;br /&gt;Exams are approaching..well, actually, its too near in fact..minus sleeping, eating, bathing, facebooking and day dreaming, that leaves me with, probably a day left..gosh..&lt;br /&gt;and here I am, rambling, with not even a proper title..&lt;br /&gt;ArghhhHh.... (well, now I see how the title serves its purpose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tasha's gone crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck friends for your final exams!&lt;br /&gt;Caya sama lu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2022522066796168052?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2022522066796168052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2022522066796168052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2022522066796168052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2022522066796168052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/10/shortwell-very-shortpoem.html' title='Argghh!'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8348106707680680020</id><published>2008-09-23T10:30:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:35:35.275+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh..</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it has been more than 2 months since I last updated..&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout life as a student.. especially in her 3rd year :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is approaching its end..&lt;br /&gt;Its time for some musahabah or is it muhasabah diri?&lt;br /&gt;Well, blogging certainly doesnt fit the make full use of your ramadhan alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy searching for Lailatul Qadar my friends! Good Luck I wish you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inallaha ma'ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8348106707680680020?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8348106707680680020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8348106707680680020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8348106707680680020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8348106707680680020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/09/gosh.html' title='Gosh..'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6083316317571118894</id><published>2008-07-14T16:04:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:11:52.514+12:00</updated><title type='text'>When my stomach grumbles...</title><content type='html'>When it grumbles, signalling hunger..&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to write something on my blog, distracting my mind from my stomach (which only leads to food) '&lt;em&gt;makruh'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I am thinking bout the holidays! silly me right!&lt;br /&gt;I strongly feel like going to Sydney during the Spring break!!&lt;br /&gt;Had such thought when Syai mentioned all the cool stuffs that will be held during that time..&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I miss my friends over there and am really &lt;em&gt;'semangat' &lt;/em&gt;to pay them a visit..Rindu..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is just a thought.. when my stomach is calling for food..&lt;br /&gt;Sikit lagi to terbuka dear, bear for a little while..&lt;br /&gt;As for my sydney plan, if there s cheap ticket, I think, then, I'll make my decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I am fasting because it is Rejab, at the same time, I have an Aim! And I hope+pray+ hope that I can meet that target!! yeah! *sick of negative comments and insults &lt;--naahh, being dramatic over here..I'd say SINCERE negative comment?? and I objectively accept??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6083316317571118894?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6083316317571118894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6083316317571118894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6083316317571118894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6083316317571118894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-my-stomach-grumbles.html' title='When my stomach grumbles...'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-276846674640463607</id><published>2008-07-13T18:59:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:08:58.601+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Low-er-est</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a point in life when they hit bottom rock, feeling extremely depressed and believe it's the end of the road for them, but me, I have hit the 'low'meter of 4-lower (having 1 as low and the extreme of 5 as lowest, I believe I am a close to 4)&lt;br /&gt;This unease feeling has been bugging me for almost a week, I guess&lt;br /&gt;Just let see the possible explanations for this:&lt;br /&gt;1) Didnt win any medal for BERSATU? could be.. Although, highly unlikely (tak kisah pun)&lt;br /&gt;2) The start of 2nd semester seems so far fetched and unwelcomed..I suppose..the first week wasn't as smooth as I'd hope for&lt;br /&gt;3) Overthinking personal matters and future...More likely than others.. So, hurm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Why laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a horrible week&lt;br /&gt;Hope for better days.. Eh wait, I have a take home exam this friday!&lt;br /&gt;Darn...&lt;br /&gt;Honours oh Honours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-276846674640463607?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/276846674640463607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=276846674640463607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/276846674640463607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/276846674640463607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/07/low-er-est.html' title='Low-er-est'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8962464913358281727</id><published>2008-06-24T11:46:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:00:09.214+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam</title><content type='html'>It has been a week since my last paper, but it certainly feels like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;It didnt end as well as I expected, my last paper I mean, which I have to say, wasn't a good start for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, it's okay, looks like I have to berserah pada Allah yg Maha Mengetahui&lt;br /&gt;Anways, what have I been doing during the holidays which explains the minimal time in fronf of my laptop, chit chatting and blogging..&lt;br /&gt;Let me think..&lt;br /&gt;After eemmm's and aaaaa's...&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to the gym! Believe you me when I say this.. With a junior of mine, having the same 'aim', we braved through the cold and sweat our fats off.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;What else ek? Oh ya, been lazing around watching movies e.g. Stardust, Juno, 21 and the Cave of the Golden roses (ala, Phantagarow, Romualdo and the super duper HOT villiant TARABAS!!) Such a fairy tale of true love prevails- doubt that will ever happen to any of us.&lt;br /&gt;How naive we were back then, watching it again the other day, reminiscing the time when we were still kids, fall for such story line.. Now, at 22, Welcome to the real world babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Auckland and Wellington next week.. with my 2 other BFF.&lt;br /&gt;With Bersatu coming up, I am all pumped up and '&lt;em&gt;bersemangat'&lt;/em&gt; ..NOT..Kidding..&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on!!&lt;br /&gt;OtAAAAAGooOOOOOOO *clapsx5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early apology from me, for the possibility of not updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;Here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8962464913358281727?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8962464913358281727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8962464913358281727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8962464913358281727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8962464913358281727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-exam.html' title='Post-exam'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-1920362278963509046</id><published>2008-06-17T10:19:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:26:29.953+12:00</updated><title type='text'>26 hours</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this to end..&lt;br /&gt;26 hours for me to be set free!! *imprisoned in her own room for the past couple of weeks*&lt;br /&gt;Thought of having a 15 minutes break after putting full concentration in one of the past years paper, to prepare myself for tomorrow's exam-Advanced Financial Accounting&amp;amp; Reporting.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly sounds sophisticated, or it does not? Hurm..&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, it's surely complicated '&lt;em&gt;pening2'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I just can't wait for 18/6/2008 at 1230pm.&lt;br /&gt;The end of... my first semester&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of... my Winter holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeHoo!!&lt;br /&gt;A week to go.. When I am up in Auckland then Wellington&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha..Oppss..Where s the feminine side of me- ended up giggling '&lt;em&gt;sopan sket&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-1920362278963509046?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/1920362278963509046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=1920362278963509046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1920362278963509046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1920362278963509046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/06/26-hours.html' title='26 hours'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8327488498562864727</id><published>2008-06-14T19:37:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:03:27.701+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau Ilhamku</title><content type='html'>As this song is playing on my window media player, here I am in my room; that is yet to be cleaned and tidied- Wednesday, I'll promise you, delaying my time to be self absorbed in the super boring NZ Auditing Standard Book. Exam is just a day after tomorrow, yet I can't force myself to start studying. &lt;em&gt;Why lar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cant handle and 'love' this handy dandy book, which I have to admit: wordy and lengthy, how am I suppose to be an auditor in 2 years time? I need to know this stuff by heart.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the path that's laid for me? Is the future that I see myself in? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once told me, who on earth would be auditor- you see, an auditor's job is like a treasure hunter: rummaging and searching papers + files + documents etc. for errors made by clients and try your very very best, using all procedures available to minimise the errors made by them &lt;em&gt;"sound so melecehkan"&lt;/em&gt;. Back to this friend of mine, quoted "who on earth would want to do that as their lifetime job, paid for finding people's error (not contributing to your mind and soul, just stress and worry) and the worst part is, if you cant identify or mitigate their mistakes, you'll end up being sued. What she said, Sad to admit, does make a lot of sense, though. Again, another sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's worry bout that another day or perhaps, another year..&lt;br /&gt;Short term aim: to ace my Audit paper, with the help Of Allah Almighty..&lt;br /&gt;Hope my hardwork pays off (&lt;em&gt;hardwork la sangat..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Allah tidak akan mengubah nasib sesuatu kaum melain kan mereka berusaha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also hope for my friends who have sat and are sitting their exams, will pass with flying colours &lt;em&gt;"mengharapkan yang terbaik untuk teman-temannya :D"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to Auditing Standard 500-Audit Evidence: An auditor must....&lt;br /&gt;Need to mengubah my nasib by hard work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the holidays!! 4 days and counting :D&lt;br /&gt;Miss MoMMy, Daddy, sister, Cuzzies and Friends.. *RinduUu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8327488498562864727?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8327488498562864727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8327488498562864727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8327488498562864727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8327488498562864727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/06/kau-ilhamku.html' title='Kau Ilhamku'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7715078274214570851</id><published>2008-06-10T15:48:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:34:58.378+12:00</updated><title type='text'>3, 2, 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SE378OjjxSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e5ukR9gGsrM/s1600-h/Good+Luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210097356055495970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SE378OjjxSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e5ukR9gGsrM/s320/Good+Luck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture definitely amuses me. Often, in the past, I've been receiving cards, regardless, in electronic form or by snailmail and even a handmade 'anyaman' by this Mr. here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as thoughtful and creative as usual, he would come up with so many cool new ways to wish me Goodluck for my examinations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, he sent me 'this'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much (hope it brings goodluck charms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first paper, ACCT307-Management Accounting was yesterday and I am so relieved that I got that over and done with. Let's rate this paper- difficulty: Initially, it was but after spending time, understanding, going through in class and discussing it with friends, it wasn't that tough. Yes, you got me, the questions were EXACTLY the same as what we've done in class. Then again, if everybody has the chance to go over it, done the same thing as me, does that mean, everybody will get 100% for their finals?? Well, I can be rest assured that the chances are slim, including myself. The lecturer, did go through the examples in class, but he never ever complete them. Even if you seek personal consultation, he'd end up, not giving the final answer, instead, "I want to see arguments! points! and your understanding on this matter! Heh.. Easier said than done I suppose. Anways, Difficulty level-wasnt that hard but I'm pretty sure I missed a point or two somewhere or even made careless mistakes, which is so bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two more papers left for me, on the 16th and 18th, allowing me to 'breath' for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so bOOoRing when all you do is studying, that is why, I'm posting something on my blog, to get the stress out of the way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I so need to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I'll be cooking dinner. Recipe of the day, 'nasi ayam'&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with my sister yesterday and out of all the things we talked about, she.. had to brag about dinner that Mum cooked, Nasi Ayam&lt;br /&gt;And not only that, she had to mention that they are having THE superlicious king of all Fruit , 'Durian' for dessert..&lt;br /&gt;Wish I am back in Malaysia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7715078274214570851?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7715078274214570851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7715078274214570851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7715078274214570851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7715078274214570851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-2-1.html' title='3, 2, 1'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X64a6A_Z2JU/SE378OjjxSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e5ukR9gGsrM/s72-c/Good+Luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-945425788108159986</id><published>2008-06-05T10:10:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:16:09.397+12:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Life is unfair!!?!!&lt;br /&gt;Tough...&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessing as it could've been worse...&lt;br /&gt;For everything, there's a reason...&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too hard on yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Remember these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in HIM&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, you will do just fine&lt;br /&gt;Do have faith&lt;br /&gt;And never give up&lt;br /&gt;Ameen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-945425788108159986?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/945425788108159986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=945425788108159986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/945425788108159986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/945425788108159986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6380114936877602499</id><published>2008-06-01T19:27:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:42:49.174+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Junny June</title><content type='html'>I Can't believe, it's already June..&lt;br /&gt;My oh My,&lt;br /&gt;Half of 2008 has passed, what have I accomplished? *self reflecting is in progress*&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to be said this time, the feeling of posting something on the very first day of June, seems inviting (here I am, doing it right now)&lt;br /&gt;Exam is in a week's time&lt;br /&gt;3 papers for this semester, with one full year, test and assignment due right after the holidays. How I often ponder, why am I still in the course. ACCT 359 is definitely not an easy paper, then again, is there any 300 level papers now that is...what you will call 'kacang putih'?&lt;br /&gt;A lecturer of mine, he's a Sri Lankan, the MR. Know-it-all and when he speaks, he certainly captures my attention. Everytime.. Anyways, this lecturer of mine, he used to live in Malaysia, when his father was teaching at UM and to this very date, everytime I see him or ask a question, he will always end it with  "Wasn't that easy, KACANG PUTIH Laaa!'` -Yeah, right-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the exams, I'll be on my way up to Auckland and Wellington!! with... at the back of my mind, assignment and test that awaits me in the very first week of 2nd semester. ShOOt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;One at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Let's worry about that some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck my friends, no matter where you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Exam frizzle!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoXOxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6380114936877602499?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6380114936877602499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6380114936877602499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6380114936877602499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6380114936877602499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/06/junny-june.html' title='Junny June'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7354469433107986489</id><published>2008-05-31T10:34:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:40:12.318+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadis misteri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh My God! I finally FOUND you!!&lt;br /&gt;This has been my all time favourite song!&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a teenager, that was like..1o years back..Geez, I am that old aye..&lt;br /&gt;The beat, the lyrics..is just so CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;em&gt;u menanti-nanti&lt;br /&gt;Ku termimpi-mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Wajah bidadari&lt;br /&gt;Kelmarin temui&lt;br /&gt;Bila agaknya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Bisa kita bersua&lt;br /&gt;Ku merindu-rindu&lt;br /&gt;Mata ayumu itu&lt;br /&gt;Senyuman bibirmu&lt;br /&gt;Terpaku dimindaku&lt;br /&gt;Inikah rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Bila sudah jatuh cinta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai gadis misteri mengapakah kita&lt;br /&gt;Ditakdir berjumpa seketika saja&lt;br /&gt;Walau tidak berkata tapi jelingannya&lt;br /&gt;Membuatku rindu... setiap waktu&lt;br /&gt;Dimanakah dirimu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! gadis misteri&lt;br /&gt;Ku mencari-cari&lt;br /&gt;Adakah dikau kini&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang ku rasai&lt;br /&gt;Ku menaruh harapan&lt;br /&gt;Kita diketemukan&lt;br /&gt;Gadis misteri&lt;br /&gt;Ku sudah jatuh hati&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih mencari&lt;br /&gt;Oh! gadis misteri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku tercari-cari&lt;br /&gt;Ku termimpi-mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tertahan lagi&lt;br /&gt;Rindu hatiku ini&lt;br /&gt;Bila agaknya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Bisa kita bersua&lt;br /&gt;Oh! gadis misteri&lt;br /&gt;Ku sudah jatuh hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy listening&lt;br /&gt;Back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoXOxoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7354469433107986489?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7354469433107986489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7354469433107986489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7354469433107986489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7354469433107986489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/gadis-misteri.html' title='Gadis misteri'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6595371136580437286</id><published>2008-05-25T16:04:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:36:38.207+12:00</updated><title type='text'>'S okay, 'S Alrite..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've just finished watchin One Tree Hill. Itwas never my favourite series, but, considering it was a Sunday and I was sicked studying, might as well spent my Sunday 3pm, watching it. Not going to bore you with the details of what happened: who dumped who? your ex-crush at your front door.. yaadaa yadaa.. so typical of series' story line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anways, we've celebrated Nuzul's birthday yesterday! Well, actually, her birthday is tomorrow, but with classes and all, her housemates thought it would be best to just have it on a weekend. With little cute cupcakes and many other desserts on the table, together with PS2 and sing-A-star, I'd say the party was PerFectT! All of us certainly had fun! Wink2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before the event, I tried baking my first batch of cookies. You know, when you crave for something, you'd go an extra mile to just taste 'em. That happened to me, longing for famous amos cookies. After googling many recipes, I thought of giving it a go. How unfortunate, it didnt turn out the way I wanted it to be. It just doesn't taste as nice as amos *like DuuhH, obviously* But 's okay. I'm going to give it a try again, some when in the future :D *optimistic..That's me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The day before, it was my turn to cook for my flatties. Again, craving..yearning and longing feeling overwhelmed me. It was buttered prawn, however. Again, it didn't taste as good as I was hoping it to be. Darn.. Again, 's alrite..*Try again tasha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love cooking so much!&lt;/span&gt; Try and error comes with experimenting recipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight, I'm going for 'sizling' beancurd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wish me luck ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lotsa love from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xOXoXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6595371136580437286?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6595371136580437286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6595371136580437286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6595371136580437286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6595371136580437286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-okay-s-alrite.html' title='&apos;S okay, &apos;S Alrite..'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-1327174164984583182</id><published>2008-05-22T21:29:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:56:25.439+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Churros!! I've 'dough'ed you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Churros!!! *greetings peeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to continue studying audit, after spending an hour and half on management accounting, I thought of treating myself by updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, what shall we touch on today?!&lt;br /&gt;Recap of ..this week..&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;It rained all day in Dunedin, making it super cold to go out, even skipped a group discussion because laziness had engulfed me..Darn, *you* win this time!&lt;br /&gt;I spent my afternoon, making churros..What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Well...it is similar to doughnut, I guess.. all sweet and yummy! I still remember, the first time, I had churros when I was in Goldcoast.. super deliciously + scrumptiously yummMMYyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my 'own creation' of churros, it wasnt too bad for a first timer, its just that..erm..&lt;br /&gt;they were out of shape.. but the taste, just like any other churros would taste?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday, I had my tutorial, teaching the 100 level kids..My, that was my 2nd last tute with them..I'm so going to miss you people..especially, kieran..LOL!! so random!!! kidding.. wish you guys all d best through out your uni life :D a small little crush do no harm to anyone, right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, do you believe, me, out of all people would spend one of her tuesday nights, watching a movie at the cinema.. Well, I cant believe it either, but I did.. watched 'What happens in Vegas', last tuesday.. super duper cute!!! ashton is SooOO hOOttTT :D Guess, the next one, will be Indiana Jones with Syai!! Cant wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That s basically it, I suppose..&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have to continue studying..&lt;br /&gt;Another17 days to go.. for my first paper..and less than a month to end my 1st sem..&lt;br /&gt;How time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte to all my friends who have their exams around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;May Allah SWT bless you peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: gaining weight by the day. Have a new resolution, to fast in order to discipline myself..&lt;br /&gt;people might think niat dah salah, but I personally think, I need to tahan or control from kuat makan. So, that is enough for a niat to be a niat.. to control my makan right?? *hurm...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-1327174164984583182?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/1327174164984583182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=1327174164984583182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1327174164984583182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1327174164984583182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/churros-ive-doughed-you.html' title='Churros!! I&apos;ve &apos;dough&apos;ed you!!'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8574199413962701856</id><published>2008-05-17T15:34:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:51:18.753+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Anastasia, I LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This particular disney movie, Anastasia, will always be my favourite! I bought its DVD back when I was in my high school, repeating the story over and over again. Not shy to admit that, I even memorised the lines and of course, their songs! Love 'em. Finding the hero, Dimitri, a handsome young man, even made my heart melt by just watching it. I know, it's just a cartoon character which explains his good looks and beautiful eyes. I guess, I'm just so obsessed with these characters because, well, there s no such almost-perfect creatures on earth- big blue eyes, button nose, thin pink lips and look great in whatever they wear (except for those super models and miss world).. LOL!! being immature and all naive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after listening to my favourite Anastasia's song, then it suddenly hit me. I want to watch all the Disney movies all over again. From my very first, Cinderella, or was it Mermaid-Ariel movie to Sleeping Beauty and so on. I am not fond of Pocohantos. I just dont know why. I'm not even certain of its name (hope i got the spelling right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dvd of those movies would definitely bright up my days to come :D *hinting* kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work&lt;br /&gt;Need to pray&lt;br /&gt;and later, Usrah to attend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentations are over..&lt;br /&gt;Exam is near..&lt;br /&gt;Hope, I'll be stronger..&lt;br /&gt;To face it, sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love from me!! XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8574199413962701856?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8574199413962701856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8574199413962701856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8574199413962701856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8574199413962701856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/anastasia-i-love.html' title='Anastasia, I LOVE'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2802590913449266319</id><published>2008-05-11T23:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:33:05.302+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..Smiling when I was writing this post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To begin with, I'd like to wish all the mothers out there, HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You mean the world to me Ma and I thank you for all the things you've done for me..all your sacrifices and time, to bring me up as I am today. To you, I am grateful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..Smiling still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After talking to my mOmmy earlier, I felt so content and relief too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss her voice *you know how motherly,a mother's voice can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for me, from being overly stressed with work, assignment and all, once I started talking to my mOmmy, the feeling is just soO.. *thinking of the right word but can't find any* nice??- pretty lame though (put in your own words when you're reading this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am happy after talking to you.. Guess, chatting on MSN is no replacement for your voice Ma, your motherly caring voice is dearly missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From your beloved daughter far far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*time to continue studying bsns 101 despite a class at 8 tomorrow..Darn.. still having weight issues* LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2802590913449266319?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2802590913449266319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2802590913449266319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2802590913449266319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2802590913449266319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/smiley-d.html' title='Smiley :D'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2108613846664818410</id><published>2008-05-10T19:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:26:00.438+12:00</updated><title type='text'>.When I am this close to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I am this close to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Breaking down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shouting and screaming, releasing stress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;crying for nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I am this close to do as above.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;has been a Crazy week and it will be crazier, I can assure you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it just me, exaggerating stuff or this is what a normal student feels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Test and assignment, if you notice, it is not plural, yet I am making a big fuss about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course I am, because it carries a hug chunk of my final marks, there's no reason for not making it a big deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am super stressed but I am fine with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sacrificing capping show..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saying 'Next time ya' to the free dinner treat from Ah Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bye bye TV shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but I'm welcoming food..and more Food, just to release stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder how consuming food helps this, but I am certainly doing it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weight, I've gained.. I need to do something about it, I will.. but for now, postponing it, is my plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stress..super stress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May Allah permudahkan my urusan.Ameen..And yours too (those who are reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's part and parcel of university life! Enjoy 'em or you 'll end up, missing 'em (doubt it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time to pray and continue with my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can do this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I believe in myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This close to... shoot my head!! NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tasha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*I'll be fine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2108613846664818410?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2108613846664818410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2108613846664818410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2108613846664818410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2108613846664818410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-am-this-close-to.html' title='.When I am this close to..'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-4047032685624198389</id><published>2008-05-05T21:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:32:21.069+12:00</updated><title type='text'>MayDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gosh..Clueless of the title, but It just felt right. What does it mean? No idea :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'mayday mayday, can you hear me?'&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of May and today is one of the days in May..so, Mayday? *naahh..am crapping rite now*&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I'm suppose to be reading a whole chapter of variance, but what the heck, the urge of blogging seems to overwhelm me tonight..especially when I know that people do read my blog..Yippie!! *Happy smiley face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened within this few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;Mid term holidays- I enjoyed it so much! From the batch reunion, dairy trip to the karaoke group date I had, it was purely fun, fun and FUN. There are pictures, but I couldn't be bothered uploading them. They are up on my facebook, so feel free to browse and I can guarantee, only Happy faces and extreme joy and 'actions' LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the holiday ended, pile of work awaits..&lt;br /&gt;ACCT359 assignment 2. I had to write about something for my future dissertation: Islamic capital market. Very interesting but still at its infancy stage, so I had a tough time, collecting and rummaging through journals and readings to understand this 'difficult to grasp' concept, still finding it difficult though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in my holiday mood even though class has started. Lazing around, procrastinating, Aahh..its becoming my favourite past time now.. Hope, it won't stay for long..just passing me by.. need to gear up for the coming exam! tasha oh tasha, stop daydreaming and start studying! *need to remind myself every now and then*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best event of all, was Yda's birthday party..&lt;br /&gt;It was the time to dress, socialise and enjoy and I certainly did all three :D&lt;br /&gt;Yda is a flatmate of mine, sweet girl, pretty too..unfortunately, she s taken..&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd birthday yda love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, that wraps up my post for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It s almost bed time..&lt;br /&gt;*cough2*.. has still not recovered from this miserable pain.. *blowing nose*&lt;br /&gt;Grrr&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love from me,&lt;br /&gt;Tasha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-4047032685624198389?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/4047032685624198389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=4047032685624198389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4047032685624198389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4047032685624198389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayday.html' title='MayDay'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-1664093503639263739</id><published>2008-03-24T11:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:47:33.208+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Greeting earthlings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yesterday, my hsemates and I had a 'sort of' house warming' makan-makan. Imagine this, all three of us woke up pretty early to go to the supermarket, as we're lack of food supply. To our dismay, all the supermarkets were closed as it was Easter Sunday. Demmit. We walked as far as Countdown  just to look at the notice put up at the main door.. 'SORRY WE ARE CLOSED'. Walk back empty handed was certainly no fun and along the way, we had to come up with Plan B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So, the Plan B was.. instead of our famous nasi ayam, pizzas. We had to change it to.. Nasi with no name (used cili merah) and spaghetti bologneise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahaha..just though of sharing this story. The lesson of the day. When you want to have a small makan-mkan, please make sure that the supermarkets are open or u'll end up..like US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Enjoying Easter Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Miss u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-1664093503639263739?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/1664093503639263739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=1664093503639263739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1664093503639263739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1664093503639263739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunny-sunday.html' title='Sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-9103879291274498213</id><published>2008-03-22T15:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:59:29.534+13:00</updated><title type='text'>'08- Teardrops on my guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hyellow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Want to get something very clear before proceeding, the title has nothing to do with my post. Well, The reason for it is, I am listening to one of taylor swift's song- teardrops on my guitar over and over again. I just love this song so much (My new favourite song, definitely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, it's already 2008. To be exact, end of March already.. Cant believe that I am a 3rd year student now. So many things to tell, to share n to gossip, but I'll 'behave' and only spill the stories that I find amusing and worth sharing??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amusing??! Well, I  am a tutor!! Isnt that... Amusing? For me it definitely is. Imagine me, teaching, tutoring the first year students. An Asian tutor vs Kiwi  kids. Phewww, it s for sure a challenge but I am happy and here to 'stay' for the experience. Having to admit that, I had few smirks at the beginning, but now, my students and I are bonding ( i guess it's more of a wish than being true? LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wouldn't want to bore with my tutoring experience, just going to leave it at that, plus getting to know  lots of cute underage kids. Totally F.U.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There was a post 'Untitled' which Ive talked about a grandma of mine with the complicated family tree, she was diagnosed of cancer a year ago, went through the agony and misery of chemo and other diseases, and finally, on 19th March 2008, she peacefully kembali ke Rahmatullah. Innalillah Wa inailaihi Rajiun. I'm going to miss her. When I had my summer break last year, I spent most of my weekends visiting her. The drive to the hospital, entertaining her, accompanying her just seemed like yesterday. Although, she often mistaken me for my sister, I find it funny &amp;amp; cute and always tag along with it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Arwah Mak Weyh wil be missed dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh ya, the reason as to why I even bother updating my blog is that, yesterday, the Msian Otago-ians had a 'kenduri' at one of Dunedin's newly wed's hse (Shamin &amp;amp; Hanisah..congrats) and a junior of mine came up to me and said.. 'I added you in my blog's friend list' So thoughtful of her.. Thanks aimi! What is your blog address? Do let me know ya??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Again, thanks for reminding me that I have a blog which I seldom update :P and here I am, updating :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Busy as bee.. I thought, 3rd year is going to be a 'chill out' cruise but heh, guess I was wrong. Being an honours students in itself, hectic. boring. and of course, stressful. Often wonder, why did I take up honours anyway? Why oh Why oh Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Guess, that's all from me. Reports are not going to be written on its own. Books are not going to be read by itself. So, that's where I come into the picture *Study on a Easter Saturday!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-9103879291274498213?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/9103879291274498213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=9103879291274498213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/9103879291274498213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/9103879291274498213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2008/03/08-teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='&apos;08- Teardrops on my guitar'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2615467748985676698</id><published>2007-10-18T13:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:25:20.167+13:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/strong&gt; has left us behind and &lt;strong&gt;Syawal&lt;/strong&gt; is here with the excitement of celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another year di negara orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Something I'd like to share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking bout &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt; quite often. Weird..I know..considering my age and there s more to life which I've not yet have the chance to explore and enjoy. Then again, who says 'young' ppl cant think bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It all started when.. I am so freaking excited to balik Msia but there s a stronger force inside me, or a subtle voice telling me that you might not make it. All the wonderful plans line up seems so far away.. It's like... 'Balik Malaysia nnt, I'm going to do this, eat that, meet X or Y but every single time, without fail, the sentence of 'but will I ever make it' seems to spoil my happy-happy thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is wrong with me? Am I really dying? Is fate playing a game with me? or it is just me.Being ridiculous and stupid??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally, the exam week is here..Study tasha study..or u'll end up regreting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;p/s: Im not thinking of suicide whatsoever..I am happy with my life as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Merepeking d tengah hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2615467748985676698?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2615467748985676698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2615467748985676698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2615467748985676698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2615467748985676698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-end.html' title='In the end'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2967987665095990363</id><published>2007-07-21T19:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:44:38.985+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;U know what, after abandoning my blog for quite some time, and I know, I've promised to continue the previous post, but life's tough..Am so not in the mood to do so. Do bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever had the feeling being an outcast? Ignored by people around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever been beamed with lots of attention, showered with gifts and so on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I can say, I surely had that feeling... of the former one. Well, you see, life as a human being, I'm sure each and everyone of you had such experience. So, why do people around you treat they way they do? If you are often ignored by them (wouldnt want to be seen close or friends with you), I wonder, is it their problem or ours? Okay2, just let say, you are in a situation where almost everyone..E.V..E.R.Y.O.N.E has a problem with you and it has been occuring for such some time, say months and even years. Then I could hypotesesed (I have a feeling I made a spelling error..Truth is, not too sure of the spelling) something is SooO wrong with you. However, if a particular person has some sort of a grudge towards you, then it is his/her problem. So, why a person hates another human being? A never ending list would provide you the answer. It could be started with a simple gesture of humiliation or an action that left an impact in their life. A horrible one.Whatever it is, it can never be easily forgotten. But know wut, people forgive and forget. That's what we should do. People make mistake including me/you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the latter part, showered with gifts and being the centre of attention. Well, for those lucky people, do enjoy the limelight because I can tell you this, it will soon fade. Not that I have been in such shoes, but I have been more like an observer, watching from afar how did it all started and within seconds (figuratively) it all ended and you're back to square one. Being No one, nothing.. I.N.V.I.S.I.B.L.E. So, never ever feel contented when you are the 'beautiful' rose among the roses because at the end of the day, you are just a rose. A plain rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOL! Am so merepeking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's all from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pengajaran today. Forgive and Forget and always think positive =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lotsa work awaits... Darn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2967987665095990363?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2967987665095990363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2967987665095990363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2967987665095990363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2967987665095990363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-5124894932184358639</id><published>2007-06-16T08:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:09:16.189+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush.Past.Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For this post, I'd like to talk about something which I must say, not uncommon among you guys. Do you still remember, the first time you had a funny 'tingling' feeling of the opposite sex? Whenever he's in sight, it made you smile and silly you..tried your very best to catch his attention and most of the time, you failed. Or even, you had a huge crush on this particular person, and hye, he ended up liking you back (Now that is sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever your experience was, I'm sure it was a memorable one and so was mine.My first enormous crush was a Mat Salleh fella. I was on a tour around Europe with my family and there he was.. Smiling all day along being a loyal tour guy. His name was Tom. His sharp features, his smile reflecting a line of gorgeous white teeth just melt my little heart back then. Even my mum thought that it was cute. Imagine, at the age of 7, I have a very high taste for men. A matsalleh. Then again, its already in the past. To be cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then you're in your primary/high school years. There was where it truly began.. As you were growing  becoming more mature, having mixed emotions and without doubt, naive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To be continued.. Wouldnt want to be late for a group meeting on a Saturday morning would I? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-5124894932184358639?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/5124894932184358639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=5124894932184358639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5124894932184358639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5124894932184358639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2007/06/crushpastmemory.html' title='Crush.Past.Memory'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7422208954054871642</id><published>2007-05-25T21:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:05:43.117+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Say H.E.L.L.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its a saturday night. Here I am, in front of my laptop taking a 10 mins break from an hr studying. Life s sucks. I know, look at me. In d same shoes as u. With a week to go to d finals, man..how time flies. I could still remember vividly, d day I arrived in Dunedin, looking at Azmir's face smilling after 3 months not seeing each other. It surely felt like yesterday. I've been studying my ass off for the past 3 months or so that I somehow not realise that.. 'Hye, ur 1st sem of ur 2nd year is ending soon'. Darn. Did I make d most of it, geee..I hope I did. Goodbye to my 1st sem and say A big H.E.L.L.O and A Warm Welcome to 2nd sem. But before that, let us focus on the exam first which is just days away. OoH MY.. Am I ready for it? Am all well prepared for it? Only God knows.. With the continuous activities during the weekend, it sure spells busy. busy, busy for me but... Im trying to cope... Imagine this, I used to have a min of 8 hrs of sleep per day but now no more.. 7 hrs max..even during the weekends.. Sad? I know, but I have no choice whatsoeva.Sigh.. Life s sucks..(Repetition =P) stressing on how sucky my life is rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say Hello to a new sem and Goodbye to d old one.. Maybe its too early to wish hellos n goodbyes, but somehow, it has reached the end of sem for me. A week to go n the battlefield is waiting.. Are you all equipped with the 'weapons' n 'strength' to win it? I hope I will. What about you? Its not too late.. Opps.. Its never too late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodluck my friends..For the coming exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tasha out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7422208954054871642?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7422208954054871642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7422208954054871642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7422208954054871642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7422208954054871642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-hello.html' title='Say H.E.L.L.O.'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6720862217476722486</id><published>2007-05-12T08:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:24:24.198+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been waiting for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hye y'all! How izzit going! to who ever reading this. Like I've mentioned earlier, way back in 2006.. when it comes to me and something that i have to give commitment to, would  be really hard for me to give my all...consistently updating, paying full interest towards it. Guess I'm absolutely right. Well, well... what do I have to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One thing for sure, I find my 2nd year as an Accounting student is surely getting tougher or... am i getting dumber? I'm in the Accounting Honours class this year andI really hope to survive till year 4. It's really crazy I tell you, with the never ending workload and assignments, I can't believe I'm still standing here with a clear mind ( I thought I'm going to be a pyshcotic or something..going for the extreme) Despite all that, I find myself slowly creeping out of my shy skin. This particular class has taught me so many things, even making these mat salleh people take notice of me, acknowlegding my existence. It was way different back in first year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for studies, well, all I can say, am not doing too good but surviving. Not being the best but among them. One has once told me, it's not being at the top that counts, but what you've gain through out the process that matters. That makes me wonder, you can never be at the top for as long as you want. At a point in life, you'll hit the bottom rock and who knows, later, you are at the top of the world, so why don't we just let life takes its course and be grateful of what Allah has given us. Again, when it comes to working and a superb C.V, getting straight A+'s is not the only thing that they are after but the whole package, your personality, your EQ. Enhance your soft skills and you'll be in demand by many firms. In fact, by staying in the honours class till I graduate, might actually open an oppurtunity for me to work here. Work in NZ and my, getting salary in New Zealand dollar. How great is that? Although I know. it is even syiok if you were to work in U.K. but hye! trying to be grateful, being able to study here, is a blessing for me indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd love to continue rambling but I'm actually late for my volleyball practice. ME &amp; VOLLEYBALL? No way? i know...but FYI, I'm getting better by d day..oppss, by d week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Salam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Insyaallah to be continued...when????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6720862217476722486?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6720862217476722486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6720862217476722486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6720862217476722486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6720862217476722486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2007/05/youve-been-waiting-for.html' title='You&apos;ve been waiting for'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7412169578141327705</id><published>2006-11-28T14:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:34:33.167+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God, I m so clueless of what to write as my title.. This cant be.. Few weeks in msia, n im all blur.. First of, i want to say im so happy with my result.. my 2nd sem as well as my 1st year overall results... yeay and alhamdulillah.. tru out my stay here in msia, my sinus is back n mcm2 other penyakit i tell you..  sigh, i guess its a trade off between good food n sickness... but then again, maybe im more suitable stayin abroad? ahaks.. clean air etc.. sumthin to share, i have this relative of mine... my relationship with her is pretty confusing, so, keepin it short, my relative.. is confirmed having cancer n she s now in HUKM undergoing chemotherapy.. its pretty sad seeing her this way.. all her children are in jb, so no one to teman her at d hosp.. when you have sumbody close to you, goin tru all this, it makes you realise that life should not be taken for granted.. it surely affect me a great deal... wonder bout death and is ur amal ibadah cukup etc..ahaks... macam2 pk.. so far, ive been goin out too much n doin nothin valuable wutsoeva. things that i am lookin forward tis weekend..are meeting my beloved kazens during d wedding as well as goin out wit my pasum frens.. muahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cant wait for tat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tats all from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;adios!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7412169578141327705?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7412169578141327705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7412169578141327705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7412169578141327705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7412169578141327705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8878494268477475928</id><published>2006-11-20T14:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:45:45.796+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart &amp; Soul: I like you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somehow, this title seems so familiar. Was there a book with this title? *wondering* Basically, I just wana share sumthin wit u guys bout the above title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To start of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you because you are so good looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you because the way you treat me..like a princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you because I see a future with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you because you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you but my family forbids this relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you but we are far apart and I dont see it lasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you but you are older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you but you are my sister's bf/ brother's gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like you but you are my friend's crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are some of the questions that I encounter.. as a 2nd and even the 3rd party and i bet those who are reading this, xperienced the same thing or at least one of them.. So, is it wrong if u feel one of the following? Does it make you a bad person or making a wrong move or izzit normal and everyone feels d same way? Is it fair for you to feel this way towards ur sister's bf or ur fren's gf or even being with the person because he s good looking but mistreats u.. I often wonder, why we have such feelings? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heh. We often in dilemmas when it comes to feelings.. There is no right or wrong answer and we have to accept the consequences when we make any desicion esp in relation to feelings.. That is just sucks.. Not knowing whether u r right or wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Always remember, feelings were not meant to b hurt but to b cherished and flourished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am sorry for the past and will try to improve for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8878494268477475928?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8878494268477475928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8878494268477475928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8878494268477475928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8878494268477475928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/11/heart-soul-i-like-you.html' title='Heart &amp; Soul: I like you...'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-1921381141339458519</id><published>2006-11-20T13:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:12:20.286+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Great to be back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im back!!!!! this applies to both updating my blog as well as being home..Msia..beloved tanah air. Ahaks. So, I arrived Msia on thursday night and what a hectic journey. 13 hours flight and all I did was sleep, eat n watch movies + sitcoms. I watched XMEN3, Just my luck (lindsay lohan movie) n nachos libre. Apart from tat, the food was pretty alrite. I even ate iman's share. Thnks iman :) Then during the flight, sempat got to know couple of stewards.. nice fellas.. got xtra stuffs: sweets, food and even MAS souvenir. LOL! When i came out of the arrival gate, there she was.. my beautiful mum!! i saw tears in her eyes. Tears of joy i guess. I was so thrilled to see her.. and there was my dad, waitng in the car. it was a great feeling, being back home to ur loved ones. My, the weather is pretty hot back here in msia. Luckily, it is the raining season rite now. Panas terik..not really felt. Heh. The very nxt day, went to Midvalley and my future new home in sungai buloh. Sweet as!! hahaha.. Being home, I have a new mission, to deco my new room n hse! wish me luck peps! On saturday, I went to 2 open hses!! SEdap gle i tell u. All the good food was there.. from satay to murtabak. Yum2! So far, tats the stuff ive done in msia. there s more to come.. i hope. Heh. Cant wait for my kazens n frens to finish their xms. After that, gona surely enjoy myself! yeay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FYI, i have no internet connection at home.. Am at mum s office 8 am in the mornin just to online. Sigh, so, dun worry if u seldom see me on.. jus in case, if ur worried? heh.. (crapping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That s all peps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To those back in msia, njoy ur stay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for those tat are still abroad, ill eat on ur behalf!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-1921381141339458519?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/1921381141339458519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=1921381141339458519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1921381141339458519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1921381141339458519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-to-be-back.html' title='Great to be back!'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-3236761381782068472</id><published>2006-11-03T18:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:09:24.637+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A day has passed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just as I have mentioned in my previous post.. Ppl around me have finished their exams and for some... even finishing soon. Here I am with the other 1st year acctg students..having another week to sit for our exam. Sigh. There s nothing new happening in my life except the fact of continuous studying i tell you. Its really tiring when all you do it study and wait but again, lets think positive.. Look at the bright side..I have more time to study? Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wut are the events for this week? Well, I can say for now that I have 2 open hses coming up. By the toroans.. Yeah! Sorry guys for not helping out but what I can do is... to finish up what u guys will cook. LOL!! Yum2! Then on sunday night, i think its all around New Zealand, there will be this firework display thingie. Right now, fireworks are selling like hot cakes!! So many promotions.. here n there and I am so lucky to b a toroan as there will be sumthin going on for us on sunday night! Yay! Wouldnt miss that alright! all i can say bout Toroa International Hse (the place where I am currently staying) is tat they surely offer good services.. from the R.As to general activities. Almost first class.. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am bored.. Am so bored.. Actually waiting for my first open hse for this week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cant wait to blk msia!! Mkn msian food!!! Tak sabarnye!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-3236761381782068472?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/3236761381782068472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=3236761381782068472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3236761381782068472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3236761381782068472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-has-passed.html' title='A day has passed...'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-4276268148633358860</id><published>2006-10-31T13:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:06:22.057+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Pemuja Rahasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the title, you could have guessed.. Its about this particular song by sheila on 7 that has captured my attention when I first heard it and is now, one my favourite song of all time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ku awali hari ku dgn mendoakan mu agar kau selalu sihat dan bahagia di sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sebelum kau melupakan ku lebih jauh sebelum kau meninggalkan ku lebih jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ku tak pernah berharap kau kan merindukn keberadaan ku yang menyedihkan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ku hanya ingin bila kau melihat ku kapan ku dimana pun hati mu kan berkata seperti ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and d song continues..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was back in 2004, when I first listened to it. I love all about the song. The lyrics, the tempo.. Syiok sangat2! At that time, Azmir was the one who introduced this song to me and know wut, thanks azmir for doing so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to this song, it reminds me of so many fond memories back at Intec.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get bored of listening to it.. Never..&lt;br /&gt;Love this song so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Am so bored.. of studying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to balik Malaysia *16 days and counting* Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-4276268148633358860?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/4276268148633358860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=4276268148633358860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4276268148633358860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4276268148633358860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/pemuja-rahasia.html' title='Pemuja Rahasia'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-4724952013156942428</id><published>2006-10-30T19:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:56:58.512+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Study or not??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is really unfair i tell you when you are among those that have exams on d last few days of exam week. I am no exception. My last paper is on d 10th of November and guess what, d last day of xm is on the 11th. Bengang gak ah. Imagine this, After raya, you sat for 2 papers and you have 2 more to go. As for ur frens, They had 3 papers left after raya but then you realised that at the end of tis week, all of them finished their exams and here you are left with.. 2 more papers.. I am so stressed up not because of too much studying to do but I am bengang because of the waiting period and ppl around me are enjoying themselves by the end of this week. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Am so bored sitting in my little room..studying!! If I dont study, I end up regretting for not doing so. If I do otherwise, I ll menyesal as well.. So, wut should I do? To study or not?? LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed!!&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-4724952013156942428?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/4724952013156942428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=4724952013156942428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4724952013156942428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4724952013156942428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/study-or-not.html' title='Study or not??!!'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-2279005011315705368</id><published>2006-10-27T10:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:11:06.367+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At last, I manage to be an active blogger again. After weeks abandoning my blog, here I am, posting a very interesting post indeed. So, how does it feel to celebrate your raya abroad? Did I miss my mum's cooking? All d yummy kuih raya? How about duit raya? So many questions lingered my mind the day before 1Syawal, despite the fact that I have an exam on d day itself but hye, raya tetap raya right? I ironed my kurung d nite before. Too excited to sleep just yet. I even dled takbir raya from my azmir (huhu..sorry ye) so that I feel as if am listening to the routine show on tv back in msia..takbir berkumandang :) At that time, I felt homesick and lonely, away from my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1st Syawal, woke up pretty early because solat aidilfitri was about 730 am. The gurls waited for the boys and man, they dressed up longer than gurls. At the mosque, everyone, kecik besar tua n muda dressed pleasantly. Very colourful especially the Malaysians. You had a group of gurls wearing red and seangkatan dgn nya as their theme colour, blue, green and banyak lagi. Unfortunate for me, no one was wearing yellowy, beachy sort of colour. Then, at 930 am, I had my comp111 examination. I hope I did well for that paper. At noon, which was 7 am in Msia, calld my bloved family. Damn, I miss them so much. Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That afternoon, we had a small rumah terbuka among toroans. Thanks to instant food, they surely taste like home made alrite. Heh. For my part, my flatmate n I cooked rendang instant, begedil n blueberry cake all in 3 hrs straight. But the best part was rumah terbuka at the seniors hse, sedap gle!! All you want for raya is served there, except for satay. Ade lontong, soto, kuah kacang. Yum2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/1st%20raya%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Syai and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's basically it.. my 1st day of raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2nd Syawal started of with a small rumah terbuka for sponsored students. We paid 5 dllrs each and the food was really good. I helped out as well, now I know how to make roti Jala! Yeah2!! Everyone was dressed super hot tat day! Very pretty and good looking :) I ate so damn much that I was full half an hour later. Cheh. All i did there was makan, makan, makan, bergambar, makan.. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/2nd%20raya%200022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hanis and I, the first few to arrived early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/2nd%20raya%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the accounting students.Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/2nd%20raya%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my dearest fa and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Told you so I Bergambar dgn byknye!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thats how I enjoyed my 2nd Syawal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for the 3rd, it was boring.. Need no telling :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all my frens!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Minta maaf zahir n batin n halalkn all my makan minum n everythin that ive said, done etc, maafkan ye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 more papers to go. Wish me luck peps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-2279005011315705368?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/2279005011315705368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=2279005011315705368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2279005011315705368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/2279005011315705368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8903337578507388204</id><published>2006-10-15T16:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:06:37.630+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Toroa Dinner &amp; Malam Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/1600/toroaball%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/toroaball%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A busy weekend has passed. On friday night, I went for toroa dinner and it wasnt that fun but the food was really good, especially the dessert. Yum2! I ate alot but nah, who cares.. The dinner was at the railway station restaurant. If im not mistaken, the railway station has been abandoned? Is tat so? Heh. Pepandai je but when i was there, it looked pretty old and unkept. So I pressume it is. Heh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/toroaball%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                       me, rawaida, ardi and alice!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/toroaball%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 me, mikail, rawaida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and my assumptions. Ahaks. The very next day, I had Omsa Malam Malaysia. Extremely tiring but worth the fun. Woke up really early coz have to b there in the morning. I had to do backstage. Initially I was an usher, but because of short of hands backstage I had to do it. Kate commitee..these are some of the sacrifices I have to make. Not being able watch the whole thing.. Sacrifice..Sacrifice.. Imagine, starting from 930 am till 545 pm I was at Castle 1. That is where the whole thing took place. The crew was given 45 minutes to go back, take a shower and hurried back. Penat.. Penat sangat. I didnt eat from morning till it was about 9pm. too busy to think about food. For refreshment, we had kuih bakar and currypuff sardin. Sedapnye. So many demanded more. Sorry people.. We couldnt mass produce because tak cukup 'kaki tangan'. Heh. Penat those kitchen angels who have helped out. Thanks ya! and me as the treasurer, after calculating the sales and expenses roughly, I must say we have break even. That is good enough considering the fact that clubs often make a loss when it comes at organising cultural activities. So, I must say, OMSA did pretty well! As for the actors and actresses, you guys were great! You could hear loud laughter from the crowd acknowledging your excellent performance and humour! Yay!! Kuddos to everybody in the committee. I ended my night by calculating the money obtained and had a drink at McDonalds, as someone volunteered to belanja me. Thnks mr!! :) It was indeed a fun night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/omsamlmmsia%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                       joey, one of the main character-gao ching, me, alina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1728/2812/320/omsamlmmsia%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                      the crew (kenneth, me, wee, adeline, khai) and ba- ba white sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That s all from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramadhan dah nak sampai ke penghujung..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wondering how much good deeds have I done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ampunkan dosa hamba mu ini ya Allah ya tuhanku..Ameen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8903337578507388204?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8903337578507388204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8903337578507388204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8903337578507388204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8903337578507388204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/toroa-dinner-malam-malaysia.html' title='Toroa Dinner &amp; Malam Malaysia'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-1941625892835419838</id><published>2006-10-13T16:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:22:39.451+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>As i have promised, after cooking for iftar last nite, I am suppose to post something bout it. Well, I ve asked a reliable friend of mine to comment on the cooking and he said.. nasi lembik. Heh. True enough. A very good explanation for that is, u see, we..the group had to cook 20 kgs of rice. We used rice cooker at first n there were only 5/6 of them. Sah2 not enough. Once, you are done with the first batch, immediately you had to start with the others. That is why nasi is lembik mama.. Luckily there were this seniors of ours who came to the rescue. She cooked the rice mengunakan kaedah kawah. Is that what you call it? Anyways, we managed to cook the rice on time. Fortunately, the ayam masak merah covered the lembikness of the tomato rice. Sorry ye org2 masjid. I was so exhausted after cooking that a friend of mine told me that I looked so pale. Before cooking the rice, I had to siang ayam. Arrghh!! A big box full of chicken.. Imagine the fats n all.. SErious gross. Tonight I have a dinner to attend but before that, I have to go to Malam Malaysia full rehearsal. I am suppose to b there rite now, but told my Mr. Pres that i'll be late. Hope he would never find out bout this. Heh. I'll update more stuff soon okay! Need to get ready for my toroa ball n omsa thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That s all..Selamat Berpuasa peps!!&lt;br /&gt;P/s: overall, the nasi tomato was okay i think.&lt;br /&gt;Take care frens...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my bestest fren in msia..Shuyi!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya babe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-1941625892835419838?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/1941625892835419838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=1941625892835419838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1941625892835419838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1941625892835419838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-4220408725390574089</id><published>2006-10-11T19:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:45:28.207+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To start of, I have no idea what to have as the title. So, I simply put one. in 15 minutes, I am off to the masjid but before tat, just drop by to write a thing or two. Today, the weather is fine. You could even wear a t-shirt and walk around the uni. I had no class today. My management tutorial, which is the only class I have every Wednesday, has long ended so I am pretty free. I volunteered my self to b the ticket gurl today. Malaysian night is around d corner, saturday to b specific. So, exactly at 12 just now, I was officially the Otago Malaysian Student Asscosiation ticket gurl. The sales were really good. I was told that in previous days, they only managed to sell up to 20 plus tickets only but today, it was different. with me as the ticket gurl, we sold up to 40 plus tickets! Guess I am just a 'crowd puller' huh? Am proud of myself. LOL! It is really tiring having to smile for 2 hrs, persuading ppl to buy tickets from us. I should have taken marketing... polish my skills alrite. Right after the job as a 'sales gurl' I went straight home as there is another task tat awaits me. Kitchen gurl pulak. Well u see, tomolo, my usrah group will b d one cooking for iftar. So to avoid any chaos, my 'boss' decided to prepare sum stuff first. We chopped and blended the onions, garlics and even chillis (This is were the title comes from. Heh). Almost cried coz of d onions. Gile la.. N while removing d biji from d chillis, mak aih... pijar tangan ku ini.. Takpe2, for a good cause. Dont mind doing it anyway. Before I forget, we are cooking nasi tomato. Haha. Will post sumthin tomolo to tell you among the comments we received nanti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That s all from mua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still praying for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Njoy ramadhan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is ending soon.. Cherish it.. Live it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;salam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-4220408725390574089?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/4220408725390574089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=4220408725390574089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4220408725390574089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/4220408725390574089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/onions.html' title='Onions'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-5920614025444619210</id><published>2006-10-10T18:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:29:05.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'>4our in One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry for the variety of fonts. I would like to know which one I would prefer the most (still undecided). Heh. So, as mentioned by the title, I'd like to share an experience I had today. four in one. Here in Dunedin, with the spring season, it was highly unlikely to come across all four seasons in a day but to my amazement, it happened today. This morning, I was awaken by a soft voice outside my room, calling out my name informing me that there is snow. Despite the fact that I woke up damn late, I was meghayati the snowflakes out of my window. Sangat menarik. Heh. But it stopped as abrupt as it has started. Lucky as well coz I had class in 2 hrs time and wouldnt want to walk outside with a degree of 0 celcius (Ive checked the weather forecast). While I was walking to class, there it hit me. The gushing wind straight at my face. Siout btul! i didnt tie my hair. So, imagine, such an ugly sight. Heh. Then, on the afternoon, the sun was being so overwhelmed that the terikan cahaya matahari amatlah terasa. So, let me count, you have snow, sun, wind and a fine ambience all in one day. Menarik right? That is what you call a typical dunedin &lt;--as quoted by one of the Malaysian student here :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for you ( you know who you are, i ll pray for your success. May Allah SWT help his hamba sewaktu susah.. Ameen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That s all from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take care peps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember, always turn to Allah SWT for help as Allah SWT Maha Penyayang and Maha Pemberi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am out!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am cookin at home today.. Too cold to go out.. *Chill2*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-5920614025444619210?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/5920614025444619210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=5920614025444619210' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5920614025444619210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/5920614025444619210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/4our-in-one.html' title='4our in One'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-3083416389461412198</id><published>2006-10-09T21:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:46:00.549+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Babies are adorably cute. They are so innocent that when you look at them, you somehow mengagungkan ciptaan Allah SWT. They are just so puurFeCcTT! This morning when I was feeling low, I came acroos a father and his toddler. My, his daughter is so beautiful. Her tiny features and toothless smile make my day alrite! Not just that, I went to the mosque to have a free dinner evnthough I am *go figure* Dont bother cooking. So, while everyone was about to perform maghrib prayers, I was carrying this angel looking baby of the imam's. His wife wanted to pray so I volunteered myself to babysit for few minutes. I was pretty worried coz the baby cried when she saw her mother. I had to come with something. Think tasha think. Tried my handphone busying clicking here and there.. it did not work. So I sat at one corner, and started 'tepuk' and 'gelek' a lil bit. After doing so for about one minutes, she stopped sobbing. Within seconds, she felt asleep. That was the best feeling ever. Not like I wana get married this instance and have babies but the thought of being able to make a baby go to sleep just feel so satisfactory. I felt so contented with myself. The image of her, sleeping in my arms is just... Wonderful. Love that moment even though extremely exhausted of 'geleking' and 'tepuking' Such a beautiful sight. Love it. love it lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Babies are beauties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That s all from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodnite n salam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-3083416389461412198?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/3083416389461412198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=3083416389461412198' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3083416389461412198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3083416389461412198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-3034948189190145358</id><published>2006-10-09T07:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:23:47.397+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know feelings are supposed to be contained within yourself but I just cant take it anymore. What is wrong with women. Why are they so emotional where as men can control it very well. Why are men so insensitive where as women are so fragile and soft hearted..not all of them but some of them are and i am one of those overly sensitive person. It s not fair what life has to offer. One fine morning, u r on the top of d moon.. being hypothetical here and the very next day, you have fallen on ur knees. Back to the story, I know that this feeling of mine must be kept, all secretive and all but why bother. It would no harm letting people know how I feel and again, this is what blogging for right. I seriously am sad with someone right now. Am very very sad. You can call me a selfish person but to tell the truth, I often wonder..am I? Why dont you look at it at a bigger picture. Sometimes ppl often advice me to ask myself, sit at a corner of a room and think. To tell the truth, am too lazy to think. Why must I do the thinking when others dont. Why must I feel sad and guilty when i done something that I wasnt supposed to do where as others do it freely without realising it hurts other ppl. This is what you call an negative 'externalities': What you do incur either a cost or benefit to others indirectly. Remember ppl, your actions influence others. You might hurt them a great deal witouth realising or you could even make their day by doing a single action. Think! Sorry for asking you to think. But again, who reads this anyway. so, who cares but for those who are reading this, think before you act or say. That is why God gave you brain.. to think and heart to feel. It is really unfair when you carry the burden when others are happily enjoying their lives without realising what their actions impact on others. human.. Selfish human being and i am no exception. Heh. Life is unfair. True enough but is it worth living when you are in misery. Are there ways to overcome it? Is this part of life? A learning process. Think? Are you strong enough to sail trough it on your own. Are you smart enough to survive in this vicious world? Think again. A piece of advice, dont ever ever let people 'pijak kepala' you as long as you live bcoz once they do, they will always do. So stay firm n strong and decide what you want in life. Think hard n wise and decide. Have I make my decision even though it will hurt ppl around me or even myself? Think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;What a post to start of for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Selamat berpuasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-3034948189190145358?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/3034948189190145358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=3034948189190145358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3034948189190145358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3034948189190145358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/think.html' title='Think'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7904834684004713448</id><published>2006-10-04T16:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:54:01.689+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry for my poor grammar. Could not b bothered to check. No more next time. Blame on the mild pain im having and not concentrating as there is many things in my mind right now. Heh. Sorry. Next time I proof read before I post.&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7904834684004713448?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7904834684004713448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7904834684004713448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7904834684004713448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7904834684004713448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-7076048793395490816</id><published>2006-10-04T16:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:50:00.321+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>What a day to start of!! I went to d dental skool this morning. Let me give d reasons of me doing so. Lately, after a week of being unwell: with my sinus ad coughing, I encounter another sickness. My tooth aches. Not tooth but actually teeths. 3 molars on my upper left. The pain was not really bad but I was afraid that it might get worse. So one night, I went to d mosque and meet a senior of mine. Who is a dent student. She adviced me to go to d Dent skool to haf a look at it. I was afraid tat it might be gigi berlubang. Cuak sudey. She told me some scary consequences I tell you. So the very next day, with my courage went to d skool. To cut it short, after waiting for almost an hour and half, there she was.. my Dentist. A 5th year dental student n guess what. She is a Malaysian. We chatted for a while and then, she had a look into my prob. After examining it, she could not figure out what is wrong. There is not holes whatsoeva yet I feel uncomfortable. So, she seek d real dentist's help. He was so full of confidence, at very young age it amazes me. So cool. so calm. Yeah! When he looked at it, straight away he knew what went wrong. His 1st question, did u haf a flu recently? Bingo! I said yes! Aha.. Then it must be the sinus prob he continued. To confirm, I had an xray of my teeth. Interesting but it costs me 26 dollars to sahkan. Cheh. Anyways, after d xray, my msian dentist to be confirmed that there is an inflammation near my gum. That is why my teeth is extra sensitive. Nothing to worry bout but I haf to cure my sinus ASAP. Heh. So, no gigi tampal. That is peps. Thanks for reading my post on gigi tampal! Ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa.&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: am going to see a dentist when i get back to malaysia for further check up. Huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-7076048793395490816?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/7076048793395490816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=7076048793395490816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7076048793395490816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/7076048793395490816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/10/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-8099019489778682148</id><published>2006-09-29T06:18:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:27:14.434+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>Salam to all&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the 5th day of Ramadhan. How time passes you by so fast tat sedar tak sedar, it has been 5 days dah rite? Here I am, after having sahur. I had nasi goreng tomyam n yda is so good at preparing it. I wouldnt wana sleep yet.. not just yet coz the thought of sleeping after eating makes you fat scares me. I wonder, does it really make u fat tdo after makan? *thinking* who cares, in less than an hour, ill b in slumberland :) Unaware of the surrounding till 9 am. Not much to say except that my weekends gona b filled with activities. Seriously filled. Not with msian club or toroa's activities, but JPA talk. Sigh. Imagine listening to their talks from 830 till 5 with an empty stomach and the thought of exams, books n even food lingering around the minds of most students nanti.. heh. Jk. Tapi thank God by the end of d day, dinner will be prepared and really really hope it would b good, yummy and tasty.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;That s all for now i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpose y'all. Selamat bersahur and Selamat Berbuka :)&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Miss my mum's cooking.. Hurm.. Who doesnt rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-8099019489778682148?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/8099019489778682148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=8099019489778682148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8099019489778682148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/8099019489778682148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/dawn_28.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-1614103480009536963</id><published>2006-09-29T06:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:26:54.323+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>Salam to all&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the 5th day of Ramadhan. How time passes you by so fast tat sedar tak sedar, it has been 5 days dah rite? Here I am, after having sahur. I had nasi goreng tomyam n yda is so good at preparing it. I wouldnt wana sleep yet.. not just yet coz the thought of sleeping after eating makes you fat scares me. I wonder, does it really make u fat tdo after makan? *thinking* who cares, in less than an hour, ill b in slumberland :) Unaware of the surrounding till 9 am. Not much to say except that my weekends gona b filled with activities. Seriously filled. Not with msian club or toroa's activities, but JPA talk. Sigh. Imagine listening to their talks from 830 till 5 with an empty stomach and the thought of exams, books n even food lingering around the minds of most students nanti.. heh. Jk. Tapi thank God by the end of d day, dinner will be prepared and really really hope it would b good, yummy and tasty.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;That s all for now i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpose y'all. Selamat bersahur and Selamat Berbuka :)&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Miss my mum's cooking.. Hurm.. Who doesnt rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-1614103480009536963?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/1614103480009536963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=1614103480009536963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1614103480009536963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/1614103480009536963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-74789000479841539</id><published>2006-09-24T11:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:02:47.309+12:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.S.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loss.. It is such a subjective issue for each and everyone of us. The loss of someone who is very close to you might mean d end of d world for some or even d loss of ur fav pen might cause a chaos for d day. Wutever it is, im sure everyone do experience a loss. It is such an irony, because when you are surrounded by people you love and the things you like to do, you tend to ignore it, taking it for granted. Until when they are not there, u realise that you are empty inside out.  Humans are like that, and always be. Always strive for the better or even the best, forgetting what is in front of their eyes. I am no execption. My past history has taught me so many things but form it ive learnt to always treasure the present and make no regrets in the future. What you have right now is the best thing in your life. Treasure it! Make full use of it! The world is evolving and so does people. Despite all that, why dont we take a minute or two to pause the moment and make sure the ppl around you especially know that you are thinking about them. Never  wait till d very last minute to say it because you might b misfortune as the chance might just slip away withot you noticing it. Life is tough. I must say, I am mumbling.. not even know the main purpose of this post. hahaha.. crap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-74789000479841539?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/74789000479841539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=74789000479841539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/74789000479841539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/74789000479841539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/loss.html' title='L.O.S.S.'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-3499944094688852848</id><published>2006-09-23T16:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:18:12.399+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>Yup.. Its true. Im not feeling that good. Probably its because of the spring I suppose. When I was young, innocently playing in d park, with beatufiul flowers around me, i did not once realise that these flowers have this thingie =pollen that could cause sinus. Urghh I jus hate this. Here I am, in my room, trying to heal. Heh. I missed 2 activities today. Going to botanical garden and some OMSA thingie that I was suppose to help out. I thought that by sleeping 8 hrs was enuf to ease my pain (being so tragic bout it) but it did not. I had to sleep for another 3 hrs because my head was spinning. Damn. I showered twice already and it is not night yet. Right now, at this exact moment, I have a running nose.. and keep coughing. Life is tough ay? When I arrived Nz, I got sick once in d 1st sem and now. That makes it twice. Its pure torture i tell you. With the soon finishing tissue box, I wonder when will my sickness go away. I have so many things ahead of me. Fasting, assignments, exams.. Ya Allah, give your hamba courage to go through all of these in one piece. Ameen. Damn pollens. Haha.. Bcoz of it, I have to b careful everytime I go out. Mum s advice, cover your mouth. How am I suppose to do tat? Not hawtness if I do so. Ahaks. That makes me wonder..which is important, ur health or beauty. Obviously health aye? LOL!! Enough from me. Haf enuf on my plate alredi. Need to start my work. That s all peps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. Salam.. Selamat Berpuasa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-3499944094688852848?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/3499944094688852848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=3499944094688852848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3499944094688852848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/3499944094688852848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6957732672593881250</id><published>2006-09-21T23:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:41:14.448+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why Ive chosen the above title. Just feel like being a bit sappy.. What a week.. Not enough with the assignments but also some 'dramas' that happened. Luckily with blessing from Allah, Ive setted it with penuh kedamaian.. Ahaks. Hurm, like Ive suspected. As d day passes, my mood towards blogging slowly berkurangan.. Dah agak dah this will happen. What can I say in my post this time. Let me think sejenak.. I must say, this week memang full of suspense. Mane taknye, on Monday, I got one of my management assingment..that didnt go to good..but who cares.. then on Tuesday, economics paper lak.. Sabar jelah.. Bukan tu je, I got my 3rd management assignmt and Accounting mid sem results on d next day. Pyhsco gle. Despite the suspense and all, alhamdulillah overall I did okay. Thanks to my pure hard work and dengan izin from Allah. Thank you Allah SWT (Being all alim n bersyukur rite now) =) As for the weekend, i have piles of work awaits me. Two more assignments to go and then, I am free.. YoOhoo.. No more workload for the second sem of my 1st year here.. Syiok sudey!! So, few more weeks to my finals but b4 then kena pose dulu. A new cabaran and a very interesting one. We shall see how all of us here in NZ esp d 1st year students are going to cope with tat. Insyaallah semua will tahan nye lah.. Hahaha.. Im crapping.. Am not surprise if no one visits this blog. I won't if Im that somebody. Being so pessimistic here.. That all the crap from me tis time...&lt;br /&gt;Take care peps...&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menyambut Ramadhan Al Mubarak..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6957732672593881250?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6957732672593881250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6957732672593881250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6957732672593881250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6957732672593881250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-6720762761786551091</id><published>2006-09-17T13:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:57:52.087+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Approach to life</title><content type='html'>hye! its me again. One thing about me is that, if I just started something regardless whether it s a game or even learning something new, at the very beginning, I will be very keen and eager to do it often, in this context, I blog 2 days berturut2 already. I sincerely hope that this would last, so again, just wait and see aye. Well, its such a lovely Sunday but here I am, in my room doing my ritual studying. Heh. Learning management has indeed made me see things in life differently. Let me share some with you. Personality which each and everyone of you is distinct from another.. is described as a unique combination of pyhsical characteristics that influences how a person reacts and interacts with others. A way to measure your personality is the Myer Briggs Type Indicator (dont bother finding out bout it). Lets get to the point. There is 4 dimensions in measuring one s personality. One of it is Approach to Life, one can either be judging or perceiving. A jugding person tends to control its life, set goals and be organised where as a perceiving individual is the 'go with the flow' type, let life happens and prety flexible. I must say, I am under the judging category. I love to plan my activities and admit I am an organised person.. What about you. Ever ponder? That s all from me. A brief insight of youself from the view of a commerce student taking management111. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Njoy ur very last hours of the weekend peps..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-6720762761786551091?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/6720762761786551091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=6720762761786551091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6720762761786551091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/6720762761786551091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/approach-to-life.html' title='Approach to life'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-115838165980134195</id><published>2006-09-16T16:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:40:59.810+12:00</updated><title type='text'>'Untouched'</title><content type='html'>After months leaving my blog inactive, here I am, writing for the 3rd time since my stay here. I must say, the demonstration effect has made blogging irresistible for me. For those not taking any economics subject, demonstration effect can b described as people would tend to spend if ppl around them are big spenders themselves. Well, in this context, I am surrounded by ppl who loves blogging. Exactly 2 months from now, I will b in Malaysia. Home sweet home. Before that, I haf to celebrate my raye here. My 1st raye experience abroad. Hope it would b a memorable one. I guess that is all for now. Im clueless of what to write. Hopefully I would b updating my blog frequently but just to let u know, dont put ur hopes too high coz I might do otherwise. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing so many things rite now =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-115838165980134195?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/115838165980134195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=115838165980134195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/115838165980134195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/115838165980134195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/09/untouched.html' title='&apos;Untouched&apos;'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-114140771916412238</id><published>2006-03-04T06:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T06:41:59.176+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday has dropped by.. At Last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo0ho0! At last, d Weekend is here!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lets do a Recap on wut ive done for d past 5 days.. I must say, once lectures  has started, ull get to0 indulged wit d new workload tat u probably see tat time passes  u by very fast... tats wut happend to me.. wake up early in d morning.. 830 for no reason.. despite not having classes tat early n came back around 3..  tat wuz my routine for d past week n im pretty sure tat it will rotate till... (God knows).. Yesterday, I have received 2 heavy boxes from Malaysia.. all d way from Malaysia to Auckland.. N to Auckland to Dunedin.. such a far journey eyhh boxes!! Thanks to my bloved uncle n kazen.. Damn happy with d content of those 2 boxes.. All d things I wanted, was exactly in it.. eventhough all my stuf had to fight for space.. Man, u shud see the susunan of those stuff..(Good idea mum to stuff d soxs in d shoes..U saved space!!) Things like payung, books (smart sis.. knows her ways of buyin d rite books) Thanks eh!! N all other stuf like stationeries n more clothes.. huhu.. So here I am, at 630 mornin in Nz doin basically nuthin..  To tell d truth, im very eager to go to a wet market here n my frens are goin around 730 to 8. So, i might s well wake up to start  my day early!! Event for today.. wet market n BBq!! yo0Hoo!! ( Now u know y I starte my blog wit d magical word of Yo0Hoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;miss  my family, kazens, frens n Azmir too!! Luv u guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-114140771916412238?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/114140771916412238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=114140771916412238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/114140771916412238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/114140771916412238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-has-dropped-by-at-last.html' title='Saturday has dropped by.. At Last...'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23037632.post-114093215481623410</id><published>2006-02-26T17:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:35:54.823+13:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26th Feb&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ruary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today is my 12th day here in Dunedin... Im slowly adapting to the environment.. Sincerely, I have to admit that I had a severe&lt;em&gt; homesick&lt;/em&gt; syndrome when I first arrived..  But after more than a week being here, I must say I'm adapting pretty well.. So, today.. being d 2nd sunday in Dunedin, I woke up relatively early.. 9 am??  Today, I went out with d rest of the JPa students, mostly doin medic.. Future Doctors in d making.. We went to d Octagon.. It took us around 20 mins to reach there but beforre getting there, we stopped at several shops.. Im suprised that d boys know how to shop s well.. Ended up, they re d ones wit lotsa things.. T-shirts, pants etc.. Salute to d boys..  Then, we shopped at Neworld (Hope i got d right spelling) I must say that d things here a quite cheap.. Spent 25 dollars in total.. buyin my stuff.. Then later on, at home, I cooked for syai n fa.. my famous Yee Mee Kung fu.. I almost forgotten how to cook it.. But at d end, it turned out .. not bad.. No worries, theres stilll next time!! LOL!! I guess, tats all for now.. Since its my 1st time,  I guess this is enuf =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/s: Missing my family very much!! Missing My Frens, Missing Azmir!! Missing Malaysia!! Tanah Air ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23037632-114093215481623410?l=natashacheow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/feeds/114093215481623410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23037632&amp;postID=114093215481623410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/114093215481623410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23037632/posts/default/114093215481623410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashacheow.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunday-morning.html' title='SUNDAY morning'/><author><name>Natasha Cheow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04260052910662689547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/4695/dscn0072aw5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
