<?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-2638922338362036747</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:26:27.852-07:00</updated><category term='friendship'/><category term='21/11/1988'/><category term='family.'/><category term='the Word'/><category term='sale'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='grief.'/><category term='music-bands'/><title type='text'>for better or worse</title><subtitle type='html'>by amanda natalia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-9161960801014997763</id><published>2009-03-06T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:59:46.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would never wake up every morning without expecting my sister to be just a few feet away. The typical sisters situation, we've always been compared everywhere we are. And I used to care a lot about that. But now, things changed. We are changed. I realized she loves me too much to even bother about how different we are. I'm always the reckless one. The rebellious one. The selfish one. The careless one. The loud one but the weak one. The emotional one. The lazy one, perhaps. But she's different. She's the quiet one but the strong one as well. The play-safe one and the wise one. And I trust her judgment more than anyone, even in the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing that im grateful for in my whole life, is about how much she has sacrificed living together with me. Like, waking up a lot earlier just to make sure I have my breakfast, doing my chores, making tea or coffee or whatever when we stay up late at night, cooking my two-meals, even fasting for my needs. I can list out more than you can imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's her 23rd birthday. Probably the last birthday we can celebrate together before I fly off; and she's not even home. U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gh. What would I do without her? I'm too scared to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cie, if you're reading this, from the bottom of my heart, you really deserve all the goodness in life and God's favor will always be upon you. Thank you for loving me endlessly. I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;your sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-9161960801014997763?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/9161960801014997763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=9161960801014997763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/9161960801014997763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/9161960801014997763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-my-star.html' title='You&apos;re my star'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-2924108825987580184</id><published>2009-01-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:14:25.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...but you can't allow your fears to turn you into an asshole".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's what Carter wrote to Sarah in "In the Land of Women":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been trying to write this letter for a while. The kind you said you'd never received. The kind I've been working on my whole life. I remember being 13 years old, sitting in my room all night, listening to the same song over and over. I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, maybe I could make someone love me. I've taken a lot for granted. I never tried too hard. I've always avoided responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I came here because I was running away. I wanted to be alive. Instead, I met you. I met you, and you weren't taking anything for granted. I hope you got all the moments you deserve. I hope you go back to New York and sit in the Met in the room with the paintings of the Hudson River. And I hope when you do, you take Lucy with you because I know she would love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; made your life more complicated. I'm sorry for a lot of things but most of all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry I never got the chance to tell you no matter what happens next, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. And even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kind of friendship I'd love to have. The kind of letter I would want to get. The kind of ending I would want to have. And I will have it, someday in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Watch "In the Land of Women". It's not bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, cheers to 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-2924108825987580184?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2924108825987580184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=2924108825987580184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2924108825987580184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2924108825987580184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2009/01/but-you-cant-allow-your-fears-to-turn.html' title='&quot;...but you can&apos;t allow your fears to turn you into an asshole&quot;.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4521356633146568291</id><published>2008-12-01T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:29:40.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im finally here again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a quick update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Asia conference in Singapore was fantastic. It was so powerful and impactful and im truly truly blessed. and so are the rest of the 26,000 people, i suppose. God is so generous and so is City Harvest Singapore. Thank You :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Birthday in Singapore was awesome. Apart from birthday celebration by some cell members, Ps. Phil Pringle and Dr. A.R. Bernard gave me the best birthday preaching ever. LOL. but yea, it was allllllllll good. God knows the right time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and Oh, Don Moen was awesomeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Birthday in Malaysia was awesome too. Thanks to Tim and friends for celebrating with me. Had great food, great bday cake and great fun laughing all night. I love it and i love it :) Thanksss :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Arise and Build 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here comes the life-changing opportunity to sow for God's house. Last year, i pledged 4-figures. I was blessed with great jobs and great experiences. I was well-taken care of and i still am. God is my provider. This time, faith needs to be stretched again. I pledge 5 times bigger than last year. I have no friggin idea how to fulfill it. But i serve a big God and i dont want to miss a chance to sow for God's house. He'll make a way, i know. And, another great testimony is on its way :) God is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Counselling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yea, i've been going for counseling this past month. Ask me why. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh Tan wants me to sing with him and the band (Wen, Julian and some others) for Taman Sea prom on Dec 12. The plans are to sing 3 songs. 'In the Sun' by Joseph Arthur, 'Kiss Me' by SNTR and im not sure about the 3rd one. Hm, what a priviledge. After few years away from the stage and singing in a band, now i have the chance again. Not gonna blow it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going on March for Spring intake :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;blessed one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda.natalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to: After Glow by INXS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4521356633146568291?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4521356633146568291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4521356633146568291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4521356633146568291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4521356633146568291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6085831097937351144</id><published>2008-10-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:43:36.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 48</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing's greater than knowing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the God of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the King of this people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the Lord of this nation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the light in this darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the hope to the hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the peace to the restless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no one like our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no one like our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. There is no one like my God.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 48:14 "For this is God, Our God forever and ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Playing: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d61LamkXfwk"&gt;God of This City by Chris Tomlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6085831097937351144?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6085831097937351144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6085831097937351144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6085831097937351144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6085831097937351144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalm-48.html' title='Psalm 48'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-660920385468596613</id><published>2008-10-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:18:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep inside of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's a blast from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we met, light was shed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts free flow&lt;br /&gt;You said you've got something&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wind chime voice sound&lt;br /&gt;Sway of your hips round rings true&lt;br /&gt;It goes deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These secret garden beams&lt;br /&gt;Changed my life, so it seems&lt;br /&gt;A fall breeze blows outside&lt;br /&gt;I don't break stride, my thoughts are warm&lt;br /&gt;And they go deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never felt alone, alright&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, till I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends say I've changed&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen cos I live to be&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide of her dress&lt;br /&gt;Shouts in darkness, I'm so alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, "boy make girl feel good"&lt;br /&gt;But still, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt alone&lt;br /&gt;Till I met you&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright on my own&lt;br /&gt;And then I met you&lt;br /&gt;And I'd know what to do&lt;br /&gt;If I just knew what's coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change myself if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk with my people if I could find them&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say that I'm sorry to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to call you&lt;br /&gt;But then I want to call you&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want to crush you&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like crushing you, and it's true&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted you were with me&lt;br /&gt;I breathe by your looks and you look right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were broke and didn't know&lt;br /&gt;We were broke and didn't know&lt;br /&gt;We were broke and didn't know&lt;br /&gt;We were broke and didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's gone, you withdraw&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not strong like before&lt;br /&gt;I was deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I burn candles and stare&lt;br /&gt;At a ghost deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some great need in me&lt;br /&gt;Starts to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself, there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;It's all gone&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deep Inside of You by Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-660920385468596613?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/660920385468596613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=660920385468596613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/660920385468596613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/660920385468596613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/deep-inside-of-you.html' title='deep inside of you'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-7326405013546718534</id><published>2008-10-27T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:01:34.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. Mike Connell, a pastor from a church in New Zealand came to my church last month. He shared about 'passing through a valley of sorrow'. What i can still strongly remember is when he shared about his past relationship. His wife broke up with him in a restaurant when they were dating. When he was in the same restaurant years later, he suddenly felt uncomfortable with the athmosphere. Soon enough he realized that it was the violin player playing this paricular melody that brought him to the feeling back then when his wife broke up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same thing is happenning to me. I went to my CD rack this afternoon, was looking for some old mixed CDs from some friends and loved ones. LOL. I played the one i got from a special someone in the past. Gosh. Suddenly my heart was pounding. I felt 'that' again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you get that feeling? I do. Very often. What Ps. Mike has to say about this is that i havent really moved on with my past, particularly that song and the memory in it. Man, i thought i moved on already. It was couple years ago. All these while and i havent moved on?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*playing: Marching Band of Manhattan by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-7326405013546718534?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7326405013546718534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=7326405013546718534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7326405013546718534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7326405013546718534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3249478466396706200</id><published>2008-10-25T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:15:17.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is there more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jon Foreman said this," Eventually everything fails me, but when I look at the sunset or the sky, I'm reminded what it's like to be alive. My friends, there is a big difference between the way this world should be and the way it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this quote. It was June last year. Feels like its just yesterday. I still hold the same feeling. Its been a year and somethings still missing. But where did it go? This feeling is irritating. and I irritate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going back in few days. So very excited to meet Janice and to visit my grandma&amp;amp;grandpa(R.I.P). Feels like im going back to where i belong. I miss being home. I miss the good old days. I wanna travel back time. KL is too hectic. Too much stories. Too much drama. Too much freedom. Too much of everything. Im sick and tired. Speaking of, im gonna leave for US pretty soon. How much more drama can i take? How much more freedom is given? How much more temptations will there be? HOW MUCH MORE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I wanna live a simple life. I complicate things. I complicate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel like spilling off everything about me. I know you could careless about it but just an update. I'm just gonna be frank. I had this silly crush not long ago. He's younger. Mature enough for his age, i thought. Guess i was wrong. Cos guys never grow up; they grow old. And i'm pretty sure about that. To be honest, it was a nice feeling. After a long while, i had THAT feeling again. Oh how i miss it. The hype, catching-breath and holding-back-moments. But it didnt last long. I was waaayy to excited about the feeling, not the reality. I like the fact that he is one of the nice guy that still exist today but it was just a wrong feeling at the wrong time. So yeah, to some of you that know about my feeling to that guy, its now over. Its just another crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssshhh. Sometimes i think to myself, why cant i love people in return? What the hell is wrong with me? Why cant i appreciate love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im stepping backwards. Push me forward please.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Three posts in a night. Emo-ing? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ugly feeling. Take it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3249478466396706200?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3249478466396706200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3249478466396706200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3249478466396706200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3249478466396706200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-there-more.html' title='is there more?'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3205964773881223209</id><published>2008-10-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:54:07.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ish. I'm goin emo. Liking &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8phK_YIRNs"&gt;Crush&lt;/a&gt; by David Archuleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It brings me to those memories. Crush. When it ain't going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good old days. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Badly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3205964773881223209?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3205964773881223209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3205964773881223209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3205964773881223209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3205964773881223209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/david-archuleta.html' title='Crush.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4723297647047393961</id><published>2008-10-25T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:44:23.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;I have to warmly welcome coffee, eyepads, and sleepless nights again. I welcome Freud and Rogers too. Be friendly to me, please? Sigh. I can't really say goodbye to them, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;God, thank You for everything. But i need answers; not just signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i know its you?&lt;br /&gt;amanda.nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*playing: Angels by Augustana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4723297647047393961?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4723297647047393961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4723297647047393961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4723297647047393961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4723297647047393961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-1293089147211074080</id><published>2008-10-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:48:36.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 911</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So i was on my way to Centre Point for group meeting yesterday afternoon. As usual, i took the train to KL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt;, then i took bus from there. I was q-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; at the bus stop. I was with my headphones on and reading a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But there was one white guy who caught my attention. He's in his late 20 or probably early 30. What caught my attention was that he was talking to one Indian lady in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;. So i thought, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, interesting." Then i went back to my book again. Not long after, that guy came to me and asked me where i was going. I told him i was going to One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt;, then he asked for my name. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know what to say so i told him my name and we shook hands. -_-" shucks. I regretted it. He started to ask things about me like what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; studying, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; staying with and if i have a boyfriend. I told him yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I thought he'd just go away. I was wrong. He continued talking i-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;-know-what cos i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; paying attention at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyway, the bus came and he went in first. After he got his ticket, he waited for me and told me he wanted to sit and talk. I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?!! I was damn scared. But i ignored him and went to sit on a twin seat beside a lady. *phew, sighed in relief, until i realized i did tell him that i was going to one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;utama&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! What if he decides to follow me? (FYI, I was being followed many times before so i was not overreacting okay. LOL). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, first thing that came to my head, PRAY! Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all i can think of. Then, i think again, if he really follows me, who should i call? Really. If something happens, who can i call for help? I had a long thoughts that day. I totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know who to call for an SOS; for an emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sigh. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-1293089147211074080?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1293089147211074080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=1293089147211074080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1293089147211074080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1293089147211074080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-911.html' title='my 911'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-842645753344605852</id><published>2008-10-17T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:12:06.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i so hate consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good, good, good to go :I got to get away : Get away from all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit looking at the traffic lights : The red extinguishes the hope that the green ignites&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away I want to ditch my life : Cause all of my mistakes keep me awake at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all my alibis desert me : I just want to get by&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want nothing to hurt me : I had no idea where my head was at&lt;br /&gt;But if my heart says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry can we leave it at that :&lt;br /&gt;Because I just want for all of this to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i so hate consequences: And running from you is what my best defense is&lt;br /&gt;Consequences : God, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make me face up to this&lt;br /&gt;And i so hate consequences : And running from you is what my defense is :&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know that i let you down : and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to deal with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just now hit me this is more than just a set back : And when you spelled it out, well, i guess i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get that : And every trace of momentum is gone : And this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; turning out the way i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And after all my alibis desert me : I just want to get by&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want nothing to hurt me : I had no idea where my head was at&lt;br /&gt;But if my heart says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry can we leave it at that :&lt;br /&gt;Because I just want for all of this to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i spent all last night : Tearing down : Every stoplight : And stop sign in this town&lt;br /&gt;Now i think there might : Be no way to stop me now&lt;br /&gt;I'll get away despite : the fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so weighed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my escapes have been exhausted : I thought I had a way but then I lost it&lt;br /&gt;And my resistance was once much stronger : And I know i cant go on like this much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got tired of running from you : I stopped right there to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;There your words they caught my ears&lt;br /&gt;You said, "I miss you son. Come home"&lt;br /&gt;And my sins, they watched me leave And in my heart i so believed&lt;br /&gt;The love you felt for me was mine The love I'd wished for all this time&lt;br /&gt;And when the door was closed : I heard no i told you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the words i knew you knew : Oh God, Oh God i needed you&lt;br /&gt;God all this time i needed you, i needed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Written and performed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Relient&lt;/span&gt; K (Album: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mmhmm&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Relient K. You said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so hate consequences.&lt;br /&gt;amanda.nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-842645753344605852?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/842645753344605852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=842645753344605852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/842645753344605852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/842645753344605852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-so-hate-consequences.html' title='i so hate consequences'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6609730970911838990</id><published>2008-10-13T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:50:05.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like the sunflower, we have season"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So does CF. Thank You Jesus, for people who showed up in prayer meeting. Meeting after meeting, i feel like Your presence is getting stronger. Truly, it's really worth the wait, that now You have made everything perfect in its time. I see You in the heart of these people. Bless their heart, O God. As young as we are, our days are numbered. Teach us to always come back to Your plan, to what we are made for :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i screwed up my 303 (Counseling Theories) paper. Its been a while that i havent felt this terrible. Oh well, nothing i can do to change the fact. I learn my mistakes and i should move on and do better. Sorry God, i didnt give my best and i took it for granted. I will do better for the next ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing that sticks in my head these few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kindness is one thing that you cant give away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It always comes back. -Zig Ziglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye, apathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda.natalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6609730970911838990?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6609730970911838990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6609730970911838990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6609730970911838990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6609730970911838990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-sunflower-we-have-season.html' title='&quot;Like the sunflower, we have season&quot;'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3059454004480317866</id><published>2008-10-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:47:18.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a moment of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since my last update. I mean, the real update. Well, this is one important thing that i learn lately in this season of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't need more to be thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We need to be more thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It slapped me on the face the first time i read that. How on earth i can stand listening to myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;? Oh well, i just need to be more thankful from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here goes my 'thank you' list (recent events):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Daddy up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for keeping my family and i saved in Your hands; for sending great people into my life; for sending me on this field, where i can sow my seeds and reap them when the time comes. I know my life is worth living just because i realize i have You in my life. I love You and I wanna enjoy walking with You all the days of my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For always being there; for always listening; for always praying. And for always asking me "Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?" That works well. H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aha&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to you. I found a genuine friendship in you and i learn so much from you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;You're&lt;/span&gt; awesome :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Timothy Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For being a great friend; for not always saying the nice things. I may not accept it sometimes but i understand the fact that you do care. About the things you said the other day, come to think of it, you're quite true. I can do so much better than that. So yea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; over it by the time you read this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, thanks for just being who you are. Thanks for trusting me. May God bless this friendship til the end :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Adeline Tan &amp;amp; family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For being so supportive and ever-ready to help me moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Oregon&lt;/span&gt;. I think you guys are more excited than my family is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But really, uncle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Addie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; truly blessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And for some reason, i have to say sorry to some people like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. My dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For not being patient, loving and not forgiving at times; for not being thankful and understanding of your situation. I love you, daddy. and Jesus loves you even more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Zion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. It was a funny story to tell. Anyway, really sorry for the total confusion. For the 3 days of the most chaotic moment in your life that almost cost your life, presentation and your emotional being. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; more to life than just that issues. I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; sure you know that. Ask God for direction. He'll be happy to help you. The most important thing is in Matthew 6:33. You're still very young. Life is too short to not live for something bigger, zion :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and thanks for keep reminding me to smile. Its a good habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Erm, that's&lt;/span&gt; all for now, i think. Tell you more at the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda.natalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3059454004480317866?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3059454004480317866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3059454004480317866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3059454004480317866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3059454004480317866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-just-moment-of-change.html' title='it&apos;s just a moment of change'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-5321526672578328806</id><published>2008-10-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:18:45.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;welcome back, amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn your lesson. You know you can do it. You've done it. You've seen people went thru it. You have encouraged people to do it. You can do it, amanda. Yes, you can. its just a feeling. it will go away. just chase the butterfly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-5321526672578328806?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5321526672578328806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=5321526672578328806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5321526672578328806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5321526672578328806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-603650839891702824</id><published>2008-09-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:31:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post CF camp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Thank God for a wonderful camp. You make everything perfect in its time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanks to CF camp commitees and all the campers. You all have made this season more beautiful and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanks to my dear sister, for always praying for me and loving me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thanks to Vic and Isaac, for always being there. You guys are my treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank God for camp. It was an amazing one. I came to camp with a bunch of expectation, but not a prepared heart. Halfway through, God stopped me from running around. He told me i've been rushing in life and i've missed so many good views. So now i wanna take a slow walk with Him. cos i wanna see a greater view (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my view,&lt;br /&gt;amanda.natalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-603650839891702824?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/603650839891702824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=603650839891702824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/603650839891702824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/603650839891702824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-lot-for-cf-camp-commitees-and.html' title='post CF camp 2008'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6020578560890624294</id><published>2008-09-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:52:20.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family.'/><title type='text'>Be in peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I've been far away for far too long. I wish I realized how precious those times were. I've been walking so fast and I left those memories behind. I was too selfish. I'm sorry. I wish I could turn back time and bring you back here with me. I miss you, grandma.&lt;br /&gt;You gave us wonderful moms and dads. You filled our childhood with happiness and adventures. You taught us how to appreciate people. You gave us laughters. So much of them. We thank you. You were a strong single-parent and a wonderful grandmother to all of us. This family is so blessed by your love and kindness. You are one of a kind, in our eyes and in His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, it is so hard that you're leaving us here. I wish God could take the grief away. But... one thing that i rest assured with, i know you have sretched your hands towards Him and He has shown you the place to rest in peace. And that place is in Him.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we thank you for your wonderful being. You're always be the one and only for us.&lt;br /&gt;We love you, grandma. We always do.&lt;br /&gt;Be in peace with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;amanda natalia.&lt;br /&gt;on behalf of the Tans &amp;amp; Tjandras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Playing: A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6020578560890624294?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6020578560890624294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6020578560890624294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6020578560890624294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6020578560890624294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-go-miles.html' title='Be in peace'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-59134352792612335</id><published>2008-08-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:46:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;here's just a quick post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a very sincere apology to all of you who have been trying to contact me lately and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get any reply. i dropped my phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; few weeks ago and the screen got blacked out. so i can only receive call (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; if i am alert. cos if not, i cant see any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;misscall&lt;/span&gt; either). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been very busy working and having dance practises almost everyday til late night/morning so i am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. now you are free to contact me anytime cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; using dad's spare phone temporarily, til i get a new phone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, on the way to fix my V3i, dad lost it in the rain. think it got stolen. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; phone-lost in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malaysians'&lt;/span&gt; train. Malaysians, any comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;young and restless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;natalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-59134352792612335?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/59134352792612335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=59134352792612335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/59134352792612335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/59134352792612335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-you-call.html' title='did you call?'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4066942730993994014</id><published>2008-08-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:32:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>set me free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope everything is worth fighting for. i miss the peace. i miss good feelings. i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;surprise me. amuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4066942730993994014?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4066942730993994014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4066942730993994014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4066942730993994014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4066942730993994014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/08/set-me-free.html' title='set me free'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-5284052547923375873</id><published>2008-07-17T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:17:23.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>summer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss my chickas alot. No one can ever replace them.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a post from last summer, &lt;a href="http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-than-treasure.html"&gt;more than treasure&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;truly madly deeply miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*notes for the lighter: You're gonna do great in your internship. all the very best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the lighter, the everlast, the piano, and the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;have fun this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;*the cocktail glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-5284052547923375873?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5284052547923375873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=5284052547923375873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5284052547923375873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5284052547923375873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-2008.html' title='summer 2008'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-958715920803560785</id><published>2008-07-17T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:33:45.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not a quitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not a quitter. i'm not a quitter. i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-958715920803560785?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/958715920803560785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=958715920803560785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/958715920803560785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/958715920803560785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-quitter.html' title='i&apos;m not a quitter'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3761122948506935311</id><published>2008-07-17T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:07:11.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><title type='text'>art works for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a friend of mine is selling his art works. i think he's very talented. great drawing. check out his blog &lt;a href="http://delvc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or see my link list, delvin c.&lt;br /&gt;please leave your comment here.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHARON%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3761122948506935311?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3761122948506935311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3761122948506935311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3761122948506935311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3761122948506935311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-works-for-sale.html' title='art works for sale'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3689090086914725589</id><published>2008-07-07T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:46:25.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>7 Days of Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;I got a call today&lt;br /&gt;At 3 AM&lt;br /&gt;It's what you didn't say that told me I'd get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;So I hung up the phone&lt;br /&gt;And I screamed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone, should have said the things I'm thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I never thought it'd be so hard to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just want you to know)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm gonna make it, you're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to face it when I wake up, I hate the way reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish you could hold me through the seven days of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;(The seven days of lonely yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's deafening&lt;br /&gt;The bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything for the first time again without you.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;But it aches inside.&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be a way that's better than just getting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh never thought it'd be so hard to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just want you to know)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm gonna make it, you're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to face it when I wake up, I hate the way reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish you could hold me through the seven days of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is speeding up and slowing down to know I know it's over, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;And can you die of heartbreak, to die for love lost young?&lt;br /&gt;I pray to find it again, oh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call today&lt;br /&gt;At 3 AM&lt;br /&gt;It's what you didn't say that hurts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm gonna make it you're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to face it when I wake up, I hate the way reality sets in&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish you could hold me&lt;br /&gt;Through the seven days of lonely&lt;br /&gt;The seven days of lonely&lt;br /&gt;The seven days of lonely&lt;br /&gt;Through the seven days of lonely&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I-nine)&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/2638922338362036747-3689090086914725589?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3689090086914725589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3689090086914725589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3689090086914725589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3689090086914725589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-days-of-lonely.html' title='7 Days of Lonely'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-5651276098807304967</id><published>2008-07-01T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:49:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna meet joey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love 'Friends'. Who deoesnt? (anyone?) well, this is one of the reason why i love Friends. please watch season 8 episode 12, titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The One Where Joey Dates Rachel". It is one of the best episode in friends. This is why i love Friends and Joey Tribbiani so much. here the story goes. oh wait! i should tell you first that im not good in story telling but i hope you get the story. would be better if you watch it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. So, Rachel is pregnant with Ross's baby but they're not together. R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;achel tells Joey that because of her pregnancy, her body produces excessive hormones that cause her to be "erractically charged'. Then Joey replied, "is that a term for 'horny'? *i was laughing like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, Rachel admits that she misses going out for a date, when she can dress up and go for dinner at a fancy restaurant and so on. but since she's pregnant, she thought its impossible that any guy would want to bring her out for a date. so, Joey, being a nice and gentleman friend, offers Rachel a date that night. Rachel is very happy. *awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. so that night, while Rachel was wearing her earrings, the doorbell rang. She shouted "Joey, can you get the door?" (no answer). So she went to open the door and there is Joey standing with a small bouquet of Lilies, (*awww...)  and an empty paper bag (supposedly there's brownies for Rachel inside. But typically Joey, he finished it on the way home -_-"). Well, Rachel was confused and asked him what he was doing. Joey said "I'm going out for a date. so this is a real date." (*awwww...). Rachel was surprised with Joey but she was very happy with it and the lilies. After that, they went to this fancy restaurant and talked about their strategies in dating. *you must watch this episode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;after dinner, they went home, and again, they were talking about what their strategies in kissing-after-date. Joey felt something. awkwardness. In the end of the episode, Rachel were watching 'Cujo' alone while Joey was out for another date. but guess what? He went home early and found Rachel was watching alone so he grabbed a chair and sit next to her. Well, Rachel needed him at her side, so she asked him to sit at her side and hug her cos she's scared. Joey felt something. Rachel asked him "aren't you scared?" then he replied "erm, i'm terrified". And Rachel was in his arms. Joey felt terrified. not of 'cujo' but his feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, go and watch the show ok? season 8 episode 12 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. remember the questionnaire in the previous post? for question no.10. other than jason wade, i would LOVE to meet Joey Tribbiani in real life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;til then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda.nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-5651276098807304967?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5651276098807304967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=5651276098807304967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5651276098807304967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5651276098807304967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wanna-meet-joey.html' title='i wanna meet joey!'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-1433656670948279822</id><published>2008-06-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:43:18.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tagged by ms victoria :) its been a while. a long absence. so here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my family. and bffs. and food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. What is the last thing you bought with your own money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant rmb. probably some tees or necklaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.Where do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in a church located in a beautiful garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. How old do you think you'll be permanently owned by your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as vic says, im already owned, form the very first time ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carl's junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Name the latest book you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3:16 by max lucado and my textbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda natalia tjandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Do you prefer mother or father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;do i have to choose!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Name a person that you really wish to meet in your real life for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;erm... jason wade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Christina or Britney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;none of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Do you do your own laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes. but most of the time my sis does. i do the ironing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to my future house, with my happy family inside :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hugs for everyone, kiss for certain ppl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-she's my drama queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-she's the one to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-she's the caring and encouraging and reliable one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-she's the weak yet the strong one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-she's the very best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. 8 things I'm passionate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-my ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-moving to US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;17.8 things I say too often- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i kill you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-what the heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-you mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-oh really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-ya ampun! masa sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;18.8 books I've read recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-cure for common life-max lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-a love worth giving-max lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-the dynamics of mass communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-answers to life questions-billy graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. 8 songs I could listen to over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-whatever it takes-lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-broken-lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-blurry-puddle of mudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-yellow-coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-champagne supernova-oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-traffic in the sky-jack johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-shout unto God-united hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-the love song (written by a friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. 8 things I learnt last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-He never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-about the breakthrough and how to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-faith makes all things possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-how to love *1 Corinthians 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-people disappoint you but He wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-you cant please everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-prayer moves God's hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. 8 people you tag- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;timothy wong. adeline tan. janice muliadi. estelita ligatsa. and whoever read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*interesting fact: -most of my friends think i have a lovely name. they dont know that my sister has a nicer name: gracia angelika. nicer, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*updates: i found some new friends. great ones. its been a year. i miss my chickas. so very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be back soon. i want my nasi padang and janice muliadi. i want my estelita and memei too. i miss all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;loving life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda.natalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-1433656670948279822?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1433656670948279822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=1433656670948279822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1433656670948279822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1433656670948279822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-tagged.html' title='i got tagged!'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4629916627717065821</id><published>2008-06-03T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:06:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hings in life that we cant control. The only thing that we can control is ourselves. If we cant change things, we can change our perception towards it. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;two. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; friend once told me, give it up, let it go. If it comes back, then its love. I couldnt disagree with that. Could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4629916627717065821?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4629916627717065821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4629916627717065821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4629916627717065821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4629916627717065821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/06/give-it-up.html' title='give it up'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-7229725344886237585</id><published>2008-04-07T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:31:54.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Word'/><title type='text'>the vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how a vision looks like to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. "For there is a hope for a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it is cut down, that it will sprout again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that its tender shoots will not cease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Though its root may grow old in the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And its s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tump&lt;/span&gt; may die in the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Yet at the scent of water it will bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And bring forth branches like a plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Oh, that You would hide me in the grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That You would conceal me until Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrath&lt;/span&gt; is past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That You would appoint me a set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and remember me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. If a man dies, shall he lives again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the days of my hard service i will wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;til my change comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. You shall call, and i will answer You;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You shall desire the work of Your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. For now You number my steps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But You do not watch over my sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. My transgression is sealed up in a bag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And You cover my iniquity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. "Yet the righteous will hold to his way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And he who has clean hands will be stronger ans stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. But please come back again, all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foe i shall find one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wise man&lt;/span&gt; among you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. 'the light is near', they say, in the face of darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-7229725344886237585?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7229725344886237585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=7229725344886237585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7229725344886237585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7229725344886237585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/04/vision.html' title='the vision'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3131470080651494239</id><published>2008-04-07T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:47:46.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me to my senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some things in life we cant miss or skip. Like the movie 'Click', it teaches us that skipping a part of life is not a wise thing to do. We have to bear with pain, argument, problems, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;routines&lt;/span&gt;... basically life. If we miss a step, be sure to know that we're gonna miss the lesson as well. Some people think that it will be easier to skip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt;. Less pain. True. But you know what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hard work&lt;/span&gt; benefits you in the long run. I cant remember who i quote this from, "The easy road becomes hard, the hard road becomes easy." Make sense? You do the thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ive missed many chapters in my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of my selfishness. Ive missed many opportunities in the renewal of my family, friendships and relationships. I had my 'down hill' time. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; had it enough. I was waiting for the perfect timing to move on; where i am brave enough to admit my wrong-doings, brave enough to forget my past, brave enough to forgive those people and brave enough to move on. The lesson that i learn from life? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; no perfect timing. If i have to move on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna have to do it now. or never. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna have to learn the hard way. am i ready? i always have the doubt but now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; daring enough to say 'yes'. yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; ready to follow where this life is bringing me. i have my Father. i have nothing to worry about. right? everything is done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to learn the hard way. we need to learn the hard way. i once read, "God gives food to the birds, but He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; throw it to the nest." agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;natalia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3131470080651494239?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3131470080651494239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3131470080651494239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3131470080651494239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3131470080651494239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/04/bring-me-to-my-senses.html' title='Bring me to my senses'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-9130067445498675137</id><published>2008-03-31T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:53.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R_Cz7feZsLI/AAAAAAAAACk/sgaLR8L5ZaM/s1600-h/1_366110668l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183841005746106546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R_Cz7feZsLI/AAAAAAAAACk/sgaLR8L5ZaM/s320/1_366110668l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ligatsas&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;madelaine&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steven&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estelita&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R_Czj_eZsKI/AAAAAAAAACc/muAld9mKkBM/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183840602019180706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R_Czj_eZsKI/AAAAAAAAACc/muAld9mKkBM/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;the reunion-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a great night. thanks to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ligatsas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss the talk. I miss the stories. I miss the dinner. I miss the laugh. I miss everything from them. I wish they could stay longer. I wish i could go back to my hometown. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Somethings&lt;/span&gt; missing that day. We weren't complete. Some of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; there. I wish i could meet my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chickas&lt;/span&gt;. I wish we could see them more often. I wish i could take a short break and leave KL for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-9130067445498675137?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/9130067445498675137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=9130067445498675137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/9130067445498675137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/9130067445498675137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/03/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R_Cz7feZsLI/AAAAAAAAACk/sgaLR8L5ZaM/s72-c/1_366110668l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-8869118826741886556</id><published>2008-03-28T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:42:02.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone tell me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like I must be a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For ending up right back at the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The things that we don't comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are laughing at my mind again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that I think too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't give enough credit to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so damn curious to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And there are too many unanswered questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've put my theories to the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I've tried to do my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe we weren't meant to strike gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes things that you ignore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are all the things I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I learn to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give into love and listen to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portraits of your loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are more than what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the elements they capture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are more to you than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A different dimension we've yet to define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a forest to cut through with thorns and vines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no reason to try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: Curious by Holly Brook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-8869118826741886556?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_vdc4nc9-Q' title='curious'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8869118826741886556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=8869118826741886556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/8869118826741886556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/8869118826741886556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/03/curious.html' title='curious'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-1498947736478503331</id><published>2008-03-14T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:42:42.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>hold you tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You were right and i don't wanna be here. If your gonna be there, was that supposed to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll hold tight, i'll remember to smile. Though it has been a while and without you does it matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no room, no place to start. When our souls are apart, i wanna travel through time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See your surprise, hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna be a million miles away from here. I'm counting down the days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How've you been, it's just the usual here and days are feeling like years, and every day's without you. Now I cry,just a little too much. When I think of your touch and everything about you, i feel cold, i'm in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When our souls are apart, i wanna travel through time. See your surprise, hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna travel through time. See your surprise, hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here, i'm counting down the days, i'm counting down the days, i'm counting down the days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna be your surprise, i'm gonna hold you so tight. Yeah, i wanna travel through time. See your surprise, i'd hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here. I wanna travel through time. See your surprise, i'd hold you so tight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm counting down the days tonight, i just wanna be a million miles away from here. A million miles away from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: counting down the days-natalie imbruglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-1498947736478503331?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1498947736478503331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=1498947736478503331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1498947736478503331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1498947736478503331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/03/hold-you-tight.html' title='hold you tight'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4740559424518540027</id><published>2008-03-07T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:42:58.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>fortunate fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got it all figured out. She knows what everything's about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when anybody doubts her, Or sings songs without her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just so mmmhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She knows the world is just her stage and so she'll never misbehave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She gives thanks for what they gave her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, they practically made her into a mmmhm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's the one that stumbles when she talks about the seven foreign films that she's checked out Such a fortunate fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just too good to be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's such a fortunate fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just so mmmhm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's got it all figured out. She knows what everything's about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when anybody doubts her or sings songs about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just so mmmhm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's the one that stumbles when she talks about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So maybe we shouldn't talk about such a fortunate fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just too good to be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he's such a fortunate fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just so mmmhm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;jackjohnson-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks jack. youve said it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4740559424518540027?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4740559424518540027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4740559424518540027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4740559424518540027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4740559424518540027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/03/fortunate-fool.html' title='fortunate fool'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4822321724679031654</id><published>2008-01-14T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:46:33.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;things changed. people changed. but He never changes. now til forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for being so faithful, Daddy. i miss our times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss You, the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;please bug me. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4822321724679031654?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4822321724679031654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4822321724679031654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4822321724679031654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4822321724679031654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2008/01/ny.html' title='the ny'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-5130504246108677135</id><published>2007-11-27T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:54.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music-bands'/><title type='text'>christian songs rawks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, Christian songs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rawks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for these past few months, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been listening to some Christian bands, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; now in love with them. i used to think that c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hristian&lt;/span&gt; songs are just those praise and worship songs, which sometimes i found quite boring. but well, a bit of contemporary Christian bands like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt; have changed my point of view. telecast, Mercy me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Relient&lt;/span&gt; K, The Wedding, Delirious?, Casting Crowns, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kutless&lt;/span&gt;, Parachute,... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whoaa&lt;/span&gt;, the list goes longer than you know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;those bands are really great bands. i would love to see them perform live. well, i did for Parachute band. thanks to my beloved City Harvest Church for bringing them here last week and i had a blast! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure they are too. poor thing i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stay for three services cos i had to work. but well, i believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more to come. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a short review for the &lt;a href="http://www.parachutemusic.com/"&gt;Parachute&lt;/a&gt; band 2007, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;theyre&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;commited&lt;/span&gt; to their local churches and to honouring God in their lives and music, these boys are the new face of Parachute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z7yfvzrWI/AAAAAAAAABM/GUFC1Ae_xFM/s1600-h/PBAND%2520COVER%2520RGB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137758119856942434" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z7yfvzrWI/AAAAAAAAABM/GUFC1Ae_xFM/s320/PBAND%2520COVER%2520RGB2.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;theyre&lt;/span&gt; from New Zealand and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;theyre&lt;/span&gt; really good. trust me. the presence of God just flow as you sing along with them. FYI, i spoke to the keyboardist, Allister, saying that they had a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; and he was really nice asking my name and we shook hand. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;acoustic&lt;/span&gt; band that i love the most is Telecast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z90fvzrXI/AAAAAAAAABU/cod7BnL0voA/s1600-h/telecast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137760353239936370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z90fvzrXI/AAAAAAAAABU/cod7BnL0voA/s320/telecast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;acoustics&lt;/span&gt; songs they have. i think Josh white is a great singer and song writer. their first album that i bought is 'Eternity is Now', and the very first song that captured my attention is the last song, which is 'Building a Sorrowful Loveliness'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; nice. it talks about how you find God in the midst of darkness or brokenness in your life. what a lovely lyrics they have. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;moving on to &lt;a href="http://www.switchfoot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z_q_vzrYI/AAAAAAAAABc/YH3CvgoqK48/s1600-h/switchfoot%2520stort%2520billede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137762389054434690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z_q_vzrYI/AAAAAAAAABc/YH3CvgoqK48/s320/switchfoot%2520stort%2520billede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i would say one word. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i love the front man, Jon Foreman. hes so talented and all the songs he wrote are amazing. i love ' dare you to move', 'let that be enough', and twenty-four'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;switchfoot&lt;/span&gt; rocks! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i have a lot more reviews coming. nothing really important actually. i just simply love music and try to introduce them to people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; heard about great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; music. so Christian Music is not boring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? so change your mindset! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;natalia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-5130504246108677135?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5130504246108677135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=5130504246108677135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5130504246108677135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5130504246108677135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/11/christian-songs-rawks.html' title='christian songs rawks!'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0z7yfvzrWI/AAAAAAAAABM/GUFC1Ae_xFM/s72-c/PBAND%2520COVER%2520RGB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6056496859950686273</id><published>2007-11-27T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:45:09.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little piece of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the other day, my friends and i were hanging out together and talking about music, favorite bands, and so on. then someone was asking about whose concert we would love to go before we die. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adeline&lt;/span&gt;, who has been to so many rock concerts (Muse, The Strokes, etc.. *shes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; lucky!), yelled for &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt; mun wanted &lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/"&gt;John Mayer &lt;/a&gt;and myself, i voiced out for &lt;a href="http://www.lifehousemusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. but wait! i would die for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; and John Mayer too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;! too much good music :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking of my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;, i guess shes a real music junkie. my first friend here that i can really talk about music cos she knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of bands, especially indie bands. makes me miss my old times talking about music and only music with couple of old friends. well, i cant label myself as a music junkie actually. i do love music, mostly any, and back in old days, i was the only girl that can talk about music to my guy friends. i was the only person they came to when they need to make mixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt; or maybe songs selection, or even in the car, i always take charge of the music. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.it was fun! i love music. i used to know the latest music updates and gossip about my favorite bands and singers. just to name a few, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;, Goo Goo Dolls, Oasis, Our Lady Peace, Snow Patrol, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;, Holly Brook, John Mayer, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;... *phew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, as you can see the bands that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; listed out, those are mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;acoustics&lt;/span&gt;, alternative, and jazz. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hiphop&lt;/span&gt; or r&amp;amp;b kinda person, but a little bit of love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; and Ne-Yo is good. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;theyre&lt;/span&gt; awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last week, i was sitting beside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Adeline&lt;/span&gt; in human comm class after my speech (one of the best presenters of the day, people! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wohoo&lt;/span&gt;! :D), then i asked for song recommendation from her. she asked me to list out my 5 favorite bands, she took out her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; to let me listen to couple of songs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;theyre&lt;/span&gt; really great, i think. she recommended me these 10: A Fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;, Priscilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ahn&lt;/span&gt;, Athlete, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Rilo&lt;/span&gt; Kiley, Vega 4, the Go! Team, The Magic Numbers, Let's Go Sailing, Maximo Park, The Perishers, and Gomez. oh i love &lt;a href="http://www.theperishersmusic.com/"&gt;The Perishers&lt;/a&gt;! well, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; heard of most of those names but when i listened to the songs, yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt; would definitely say that those songs are so me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. oh how i miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;chickas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah. for those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; heard of &lt;a href="http://www.hollybrookmusic.com/"&gt;Holly Brook&lt;/a&gt; (if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know who she is, shes the girl who sang the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;where'd&lt;/span&gt; You Go?' with Fort Minor), shes not that commercialized and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why i love her. besides that, shes very simple but she has a very nice voice. shes so lovely. try to listen to her songs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; gonna love it. two of my favorites are "Curious" and "Like Blood Like Honey".the kind of songs to listen to when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; not in any mood state. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; pardon this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;missy&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh how i miss spending hours by hours on talking and listening to music with couple of old friends. one thing that i regret the most is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not able to play instruments, yet. oh why did i have to drop my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;keybaord&lt;/span&gt; and guitar class last time? (i got free guitar practise from church last time you know? and i blew it off!). oh blamed it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt; speaking of the past, i was once thinking of being a song writer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; yeah i know it sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;crazzzyyyy&lt;/span&gt;! well FYI, i used to write poems when i was in junior high; and most of them can be used as song lyrics i guess. believe it or not, my friends and i had the thought of writing a teenage inspirational book. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt;, it all started when we all were in charge of class wall posts and we're so proud of it cos actually quite many students come to our class to see them during break time. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be happier than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, those are great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; from the past and sadly, we never finish the book. yes, we had done some stuff. quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; stuff actually. it was about love, hope, friends, and family. you know how hormones can effect teenagers at that point of time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. well, my point is that i used to love to write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. i was a creative writer and an editor last time for wall posts and i did some stuff for junior high yearbooks and couple of other stuff. not only that, i was also did quite a good job in organizing some basketball competitions and events in high school. it took a whole lot of effort and risks but here i am right now, thanking God for so many things i have achieved in my young age. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so proud of myself of being a representative of the children of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now, seeing myself not-so-busy as i used to be, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; actually quite discouraged. but well, i believe that God is giving me time to manage things, to put everything together again so i wont be missing any piece of my puzzle of life. faith, love, the hope, family and friendship are the best treasures in the whole world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; never been greater. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; never been happier. never been more grateful, cos i believe i will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; asked for. and the best is yet to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 71:6 for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6056496859950686273?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6056496859950686273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6056496859950686273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6056496859950686273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6056496859950686273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-piece-of-me.html' title='a little piece of me'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3887553335543555861</id><published>2007-11-27T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:48:37.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>let that be enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I had what I needed to be on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I feel so defeated and I'm feeling alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it all seems so helplessAnd I have no plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a plane in the sunsetWith nowhere to land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I see It could never make me happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all my sand castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spend their time collapsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that You hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let that be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o one here could know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was born this Thursday 22 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I feel stuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching history repeating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a kid who knows he's needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that You hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And let that be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=MFwoOMYaQzw&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;let that be enough-switchfoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3887553335543555861?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3887553335543555861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3887553335543555861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3887553335543555861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3887553335543555861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-that-be-enough.html' title='let that be enough'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-2614616943420162346</id><published>2007-11-27T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:55.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21/11/1988'/><title type='text'>19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nineTEENnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;. *sigh. i used to love being older when i was a little. but now!?! friends keep saying that this is the last year of my -teen :( but no worries. next year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;twenTEEN&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh man! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; definitely older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, so many thanks to my lovely friends who blindfolded me for more than half an hour in the car (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dizzyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!), which in the end, ended up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pris&lt;/span&gt; house. kinda predictable you know? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but we had fun doing props. more fun when the event itself came. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the soup factory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was great. even my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;felix&lt;/span&gt; said its really good. so *cheers to all of your good job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; proud of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HUC&lt;/span&gt; CF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;also thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; for those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;. it did lighten up my day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;plus, thanks to Tim for the teddy. omg i cant believe the outfit is hand-made. thanks tim! very thoughtful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chickas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0vjJvvzrUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G2qrehv-HTk/s1600-h/325514606l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137449556521495874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0vjJvvzrUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G2qrehv-HTk/s320/325514606l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i *heart you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, the most important thanks goes for God. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; had the best life, the best parents, sister, and the best friends that i could ever have. its been a great year. i learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still learning to put myself together again. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna need a hand for that. thanks for everything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is 58:11 and 2Tim 3:15 for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;until next year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-2614616943420162346?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2614616943420162346/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R0vjJvvzrUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G2qrehv-HTk/s72-c/325514606l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-2940215615264532870</id><published>2007-11-10T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:05:42.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so its 8 years gap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;song in my head: infatuation by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not right, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-873005578766450286</id><published>2007-11-06T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:42:14.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>max lucado and life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For these past few weeks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been reading two of max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lucado's&lt;/span&gt; books. both are fantastic! Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lucado&lt;/span&gt; really knows how to put words together and make it really really nice. the way he uses analogies to describe something, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perfecto&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the first book i read is "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a love worth giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". its basically talking about a different view of love based on the scriptures (1 Corinthians 13). it talks about how apostle Paul see and experience love himself and how he loves others. his question is "are you low on love?" how far would you go for love? cos loving others is never easy. could we be missing a step? go and find the answer from the book. no regret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the second book, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the cure for the common life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it talks about how God made you so wonderfully unique. the very first chapter says," &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are you-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." use your uniqueness to make a big deal out of God in everyday of your life. max also tells about how you to find the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet spot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in your life, that God never called you to be anyone other than you. if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; you, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get you. the world misses out. that is how special you are in God's eyes. "He makes me who i am and remind me of who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; living for. the cure of the common life begins and ends with God. He cures the common life by giving no common life, by offering no common gifts. do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lucado&lt;/span&gt;, 2005). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; discount the smallness of your deeds! trust your little deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its great that i finally found back my passion in reading again. i remember the last time i tried to read the same book, i thought it was just another boring book. but it turns out to be a blessing for me. also to a friend of mine. thanks to God. by the way, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;my sister just bought another book. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:16. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hope its gonna be another great books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to buy another books from max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lucado&lt;/span&gt;. i went to salvation bookstore in summit the other day and i saw a lot of max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lucado's&lt;/span&gt;. not easy to find. i found &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;travelling light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i read the review and i think its really good. its about letting go of your burden and come to Christ to find your rest - from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; 11:28. anyway, the other books like &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;facing your giants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come thirsty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are also another bravo books i think. they're all not the latest but i think its good if i can collect all of them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, for these upcoming four months, my church has started the building fund. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARISE &amp;amp; BUILD (future unlimited)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. RM 1,6 million. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; nervous. we're all nervous. but i know that we all will be able to fulfill it for the House of God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i pledge for a certain amount that i have to make myself work hard. i hope its worth it. well, i know it will be worth it. thanks to my friend, she helped me to find a part-time job. yesterday was my first day of working. the job involves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;approaching&lt;/span&gt; people, or in details, moms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask me what my job is. the thing is, the pay is good. even though i have to work 16 hours on weekends, have to be really patient with silly customers, plus, on the first day of my work, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe that i took the job because it is not something that i usually do. i felt like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; belong there and i was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; if my friends show up and see me. even my mom laughed when she heard the news. but then again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing this not for myself, not for anyone, but for God. as in 2 Sam 24:24, David says "i wont give offerings to God that cost me nothing." so, whatever things cost me by taking the job, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take it. cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing it for God and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna try my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;til later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current mood: grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: history maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-873005578766450286?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/873005578766450286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=873005578766450286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/873005578766450286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/873005578766450286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/11/books.html' title='max lucado and life.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-7921787555069261381</id><published>2007-10-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:41:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not be bitter over life's disappointment. learn to let go of the past. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be afraid to stumble. because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. who knows where the life will take you? the road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-7921787555069261381?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7921787555069261381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=7921787555069261381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7921787555069261381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7921787555069261381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/10/one.html' title='one.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-5277570591465730896</id><published>2007-10-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:22:46.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief.'/><title type='text'>homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You're in a better place, ive heard a thousand times. and at least at thousand times, i've rejoiced for you. but the reason why i'm broken, the reason why i cry is how long must i wait to be with you. i close my eyes and i see your face. if homes where my heart is then i'm out of place. Lord, won't You give me strength to make it through somehow. i'll never be more homesick than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Help me Lord, cos i dont understand Your ways. the reason why i wonder if i'll ever know. but even if You showed me, the hurt would be the same. cos i'm still here, so far away from home. i'll close my eyes and i see your face. if homes where my heart is, then i'm out of place. Lord, won't You give me strength to make it through somehow. i'll never be more homesick than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In Christ, there are no goodbyes. in Christ, there is no end. so i'll hold on to Jesus with all that i have, to see you again. to see you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and i'll close my eyes and i'll see your face. if homes where my heart is then i'm out of place. Lord, wont You give me strength to make it through somehow. wont You give me strength to make it through somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'll never be more homesick than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'll miss you, grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: homesick by mercy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-5277570591465730896?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5277570591465730896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=5277570591465730896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5277570591465730896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5277570591465730896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/10/homesick.html' title='homesick'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-8007421826740207501</id><published>2007-10-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:40:53.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family.'/><title type='text'>live for tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a better me for a better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for that reason, i want to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its not easy for me to say this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know how to put this. i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; chicken out to say it face-to-face to the person. but i hope this makes me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; better. maybe when the time comes, i will say it face-to-face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER 1 (family)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for the first person, my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i apologize for what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; put you into too much problems. i was so mad at you when you blamed me for what has happened. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get it. so i blamed you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry for being so selfish and childish. but now i know. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; left the past cos its the past. i want to give you the benefit of the doubt once again. its very hard, always hard. but i want you to know that its worth it. i know it is. i love you, dad. i forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*song: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotionless by Good Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for my sister, the best ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry for everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; done. its great having you in my life. the way you live your life has changed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; finally seen what is more to life than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; ever before. you are my inspiration. i thank God for everything that i am so grateful i have a sister in my life, the one and only true sister, the best. thanks for your prayers, your love, thanks for taking care of me all these times. thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; watching over me by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hilary&lt;/span&gt; duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for my mom, i miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you mom. every second of my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be missing you. sorry for what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; done. i was a stubborn kid to you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry, but the truth is, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; regret it cos that is what makes me today. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;selfishness&lt;/span&gt; and rebellion have put you into too much worry. i love you, mom. i love you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank you, mom - Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-8007421826740207501?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8007421826740207501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=8007421826740207501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/8007421826740207501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/8007421826740207501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/10/live-for-tomorrow.html' title='live for tomorrow'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-2954196467242678247</id><published>2007-09-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:08:00.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You were right and i don't wanna be here. If your gonna be there, was that supposed to happen. I'll hold tight, i'll remember to smile. Though it has been a while and without you does it matter. There's no room, no place to start. When our souls are apart, i wanna travel through time. See your surprise, hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here. I'm counting down the days. How've you been, it's just the usual here and days are feeling like years, and every day's without you. Now I cry,just a little too much. When I think of your touch and everything about you, i feel cold, i'm in the dark. When our souls are apart, i wanna travel through time. See your surprise, hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here. I wanna travel through time. See your surprise, hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here, i'm counting down the days, i'm counting down the days, i'm counting down the days. I'm gonna be your surprise, i'm gonna hold you so tight. Yeah, i wanna travel through time. See your surprise, i'd hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight. I just wanna be a million miles away from here. I wanna travel through time. See your surprise, i'd hold you so tight. I'm counting down the days tonight, i just wanna be a million miles away from here. A million miles away from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: counting down the days-natalie imbruglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so very blessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*He's been as faithful as ever! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-2954196467242678247?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2954196467242678247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=2954196467242678247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2954196467242678247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2954196467242678247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/09/counting-down-days.html' title='counting down the days'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6584804747800155486</id><published>2007-09-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:49:34.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>you wish i'm torn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I saw a man brought to life. He was warm, he came around like he was dignified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He showed me what it was to cry. Well you couldnt be that man I adored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You dont seem to know, dont seem to care what your heart is for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I dont know him anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Theres nothing where he used to lie. My conversation has run dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats whats going on, nothings fine Im torn. Im all out of faith, this is how I feel. Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. Youre a little late, Im already torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess the fortune tellers right. Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To crawl beneath my veins and now. I dont care, I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much. Theres just so many things that I cant touch, Im torn. Im all out of faith, this is how I feel. Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. Youre a little late, Im already torn. torn. Theres nothing where he used to lie. My inspiration has run dry. Thats whats going on, nothings right, Im torn. Im all out of faith, this is how I feel. Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. Im all out of faith, this is how I feel. Im cold and Im ashamed bound and broken on the floor. Youre a little late, Im already torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you wish i will sing this over you? too bad, not a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes you are late. but im not torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: torn-natalie imbruglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current mood: thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6584804747800155486?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6584804747800155486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6584804747800155486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6584804747800155486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6584804747800155486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-wish-im-torn.html' title='you wish i&apos;m torn?'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-1907136292323704451</id><published>2007-09-13T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:49:56.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>sapphire and faded jeans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three little birds sat on my window and they told me i don't need to worry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet. Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe sometimes we've got it wrong but it's alright.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh don't you hesitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl, put your records on. Tell me your favourite song. You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams. Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely. Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside (just relax, just relax)&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you. Got to love that afro hair do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe sometimes we feel afraid but it's alright.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song. You go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams. Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake. Some nights kept me awake, i thought that i was stronger. When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song. You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams. Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(put your records on-C.B.R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-just like they said; you'll find your feet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-1907136292323704451?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1907136292323704451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=1907136292323704451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1907136292323704451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1907136292323704451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/09/sapphire-and-faded-jeans.html' title='sapphire and faded jeans.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-2934182378896905387</id><published>2007-09-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:46:54.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>not myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suppose i said, i am on my best behavior. And there are times, i lose my worried mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you want me when im not myself? Wait it out while i am someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suppose i said, colors change for no good reason. And words will go from poetry to prose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you want me when im not myself? Wait it out while i am someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And i, in time, will come around. I always do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suppose i said, youre my saving grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you want me when im not myself? Wait it out while im someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you want me when im not myself? Wait it out while im someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current song: not myself-john mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;current mood: thoughtful; surrendering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-2934182378896905387?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2934182378896905387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=2934182378896905387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2934182378896905387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2934182378896905387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-myself.html' title='not myself'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-1173948380840937214</id><published>2007-09-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:38:01.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it rained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why all things should matter if you already have it all? a pastor once said, we only can start to love our lives when we can start to be grateful with what we have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; struggling with. to be grateful with the things that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; noticed i had before; to be grateful for those experiences, mistakes, memories, and those people around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;especially to forgive those people who hurt you, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;back stabbed&lt;/span&gt; you, who fake-laughing and fake smiling at you and knowing that they are your close friends. well at least, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but then again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life. it is not something good to enjoy, it is not easy and it is very much a struggle. and for that reason, i finally found my firm foundation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that is where i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thank Him for that. for every reason He has, in order to get me here, i am so grateful. i have no idea whats going on now. i have no idea whats going on tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there were so many things happened lately. i have so many things to worry about today right here right now at this moment. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whined&lt;/span&gt; about it. i cried about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cursed everyone and everything. i even gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but the time has come, when it rained on me. so hard. so powerful. and it left me breathless. rejoiced. and fully-satisfied. it rained on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it is now i realize that i have a journey to walk onto; its not an easy one. it is a journey where i have to decide where my destination is, who to go with, and what are the things that i want to bring along in the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; clueless. i need someone to bring the lights to me. i need someone to go with along the way; to walk, to run or to hold hands with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; gonna be dark times; the time when i fall, the time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; too tired of walking, too tired of wandering around and the time when i lost my direction again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when i need the lights. need the presence. need the drink for my thirst. when i need a hand to hold onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; got to be ready, for the time has come. when everything is ready for me. where everything is just beautiful. where everything is just at the right place, the right time; then i will realize that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; found the right person. it is when everything is just perfect they way they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is where i wanna be. here. only here. when its raining down. so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its getting me ready. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so ready. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so ready to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-1173948380840937214?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1173948380840937214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=1173948380840937214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1173948380840937214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/1173948380840937214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-rained.html' title='it rained.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-8348057966229319853</id><published>2007-08-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:33:44.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i carry your heart with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am never without it, anywherei go you go, my dear; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry it in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ee cummings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-8348057966229319853?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8348057966229319853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=8348057966229319853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/8348057966229319853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/8348057966229319853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='i carry your heart with me'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6863301322134976763</id><published>2007-08-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:46:20.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>more than treasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here are those that the everlast admire about :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the oldest among the group, the master, the most cheerful one, the one who always give brilliant ideas, the most understanding one, the loudest, the one who always always believe on the power of believing, the one that is always close, the one that stays close, the fearless, the push-overer but also a push-overable, the straight foward, the understanding one, the wild one, the undoubtful one, the eager one, the demander, the one to turn to, the one to rely on, the craziest shopper, the one to turn to, the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the cocktail glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the petite, the second loudest, the sweetest, the unbelievably unbelievable, the hard worker, the heart of gold, the active, the talkative, the lovingly lovely, the smartest, the positive thinker, the best advisor, the undeniably best listener, the self keeper, the glue, the greatest thinker, the selfless one, the forgiving, the faithful, the most caring, the calming, the fun one, the pure kindest, the believer, the giver, the wisest, the on track one, the weak and the strong, the romantic one, the most organized, the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the hottest, the careless, the unjudgemental, the calmest, the listener, the quietest, the unbelieably uncaring, yet the caring one, the nonfaker, the longest known, the undefitable tomboy, the gamer, the egoistic, the most understanding, the wierdest, the one of a kind, the "i do what i want" one, the undiscribalby undiscribeable, the honest one, the other wild one, the other fearless, the every languange translator, the other survivor, the shoulder, the dependable, the secret keeper, the laziest, the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the youngest, the student, the still in process one, the great artist, the loved by everyone, the reciever, the "kasiaaaan", the unbelievably strong one, the cry-less, the brave one, the quick learner, the good listener, the lighter look a like, the brilliant, the learner, the spoil one, the spoilt one, the asking type, the one of a kind story teller, the good questioner, the dreamer, the sexy legs, the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the lighter, the cocktail glass, the piano, the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the ones that the everlast will love for ever and ever, the most important, the most amazing thing, the reason to smile, the reason to give thanks, the enjoyably enjoyable, the comfort, the security, the more than treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the everlast-ing.. us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(adopted fr. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the everlast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6863301322134976763?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6863301322134976763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6863301322134976763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6863301322134976763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6863301322134976763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-than-treasure.html' title='more than treasure.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-5634267899178138865</id><published>2007-07-02T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:37:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women are from venus, men are from hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant remember how or where i got that title from. but just so you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not condemning, not being judgemental to all guys (well, not at all). sorry but in fact, i have to say its true. to every man who reads this, say what you wanna say, argue whatever you can to deny that. TV movies songs radio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, well, the whole world tell us that. we're not being judgemental. well, even if we are, we have tried so hard no to be, yet it still happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing that brought me to this topic is the so-called-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MANJAMEL&lt;/span&gt; foundation (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ci&lt;/span&gt;, who made the name? sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; corny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) has posted the article on one of the members' blog few days ago, as the result of the so-called-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maneater&lt;/span&gt; issues &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; around. in relation, to share a bit about what has happened or *is currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;, there are this group of young adults (in the average of 18-26) which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;incidentally&lt;/span&gt; have almost the SAME drama as the famous TV shows, namely "One Tree Hill" and "The O.C." and oh, plus "The Hills" too. you know those typical drama story when a groups of girls and guys have mingled around since they were young (or at least for few years), they share most of their time together day and night, days by days, years through years; well, in short, they happen to have a circle relationship (i wont define this in details! you, readers, should figure it out yourselves!), which is keep going on and i can say, there is almost no way to stop it. some of them have gone through it and are okay with it whereas somebody else still deals with it and tries hard not to have it again. but well, its undeniable. they all brought up in the same place, went to the same schools, in the same circle of friends, hang around with the same crowd, the exact same places (blame it to the governors, businessmen, investors for being incompetent, not creative, and careless to build new places! -sorry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; kinda out of topic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;-), plus, some of their parents also know each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, my point is that circle relationship is not always bad. depends on how you see it and get used to the fact that it might bring you to the situation where you have to see your ex(s) is(are) seeing one of your friends. depends on how deep you would go for it. especially with the fact that guys could be heartless and so much careless about our feeling, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; dig too deep if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to get yourself buried in the hole. it is just about you being ready with the drama. well, i hope that this thing wont continue to the next level (if you know what i mean). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had it enough with the 'real' One Tree Hill, The O.C., or The Hills. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to watch another wisteria lane drama. especially, be involved in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;drama. drama. drama. people are never too tired for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-5634267899178138865?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5634267899178138865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=5634267899178138865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5634267899178138865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/5634267899178138865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/07/women-are-from-mars-men-are-from-hell.html' title='women are from venus, men are from hell.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-728806317993300826</id><published>2007-06-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:36:20.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection is imperfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we are perfectly imperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure we all know that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; deserve any kind of perfection even tough we all want to be perfect and try so damn hard to be perfect. but in fact, the more we want to be perfect, the more we will suffer. in my opinion, there's no such things as perfection. the thoughts of perfection might have slipped through our mind, but its just from the head to the mouth; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean that we have achieved it. taking actions toward perfection is good, but lets leave the pressure behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;most times, we are entirely sure that we are doing the right thing. we think we already have enough time to run everything. one important thing is that timing is everything. we can do the right thing anytime. but it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; better if we do it on the right time as well. as a suggestion, never use to many maybes. make up yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; mind. for that reason, we should be really careful with what we're asking for cos we might not be able to take it back. sometimes we feel so confident (even over-confident) in what we're doing,that often times, we hardly think of what or who we get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; into. until we can be sure enough to figure out whats behind it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure that is the right time to start our walk. as for myself, i still find it so hard to be skeptical in everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; involved into. yes, it is not easy to face the fact that not all people will like what you are doing, not all people will be happy for our accomplishment, or even to sense that they are all fake-smiling when they congratulate you. people are mean. (well, we are mean, too). its a sad truth. but the great truth is that we should put on our expectation, our own boundaries, our border lines, considering that we can surely look deeply through it. high expectation is indeed to be set aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the bottom line is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;do what our heart says. our conscience is always there to tell you when to stop or keep going on. you just have to pay more attention to that voice in yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; heart, not in yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; head. (my point is to be aware with what we heard as we are easily influenced or even corrupted by it). cos most times, the voice in our head is the voice of ego, which often poison our mind with the things we think we want and strive to achieve it, sometimes without considering any consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;try to do the things we've loved to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;people's&lt;/span&gt; judgement. they're not your judges! the heck of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know you. most of them are all posers. they think they can go through everything you've been through if they were you. in fact, most times they wont be able to do so. but as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; writing this for someone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure she knows that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean to judge all those posers. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;! i just wrote POSERS-which is the sign that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; judge them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but anyway, its totally normal cos i am a poser too. in fact, we are all posers and big liars, aren't we?). we cant even accept our wrongs and try so hard to prove that we're not. *look down in shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway, my point is to take your time to discover yourself through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; around you and the things you've been through. look, search, seek deeper and harder, and try to be more skeptical and sensitive to the things around us by being critical with people, issues, and our conscience, as a good way to improve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;. then, we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gradually&lt;/span&gt; discover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; throughout the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*the more we want it fast, the less we got the benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so thankful to one of my friend (and my other friends) that has inspired me so much with her (their) experiences. it helps me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; as i discover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of myself through her (them). Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*smiling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;blissfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*we are all drama queens. agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;natalia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-728806317993300826?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/728806317993300826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=728806317993300826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/728806317993300826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/728806317993300826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/06/perfection-is-imperfect.html' title='perfection is imperfect.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3708264543310159544</id><published>2007-06-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:34:37.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss home. so bad. what i can think of at this moment is only home. it brings me to those memories when everything was just as simple as it could be, like nothing really serious will affect your life. i miss thinking and worrying about nonsense things like i did back then in high school. it was so deadly funny when i read back my high school journal few days ago. i found out that i did think and wrote nonsense about what i feared of. well, its funny cos most of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; actually happen. yes, i did think too much. in fact, i still do. it has to stop. i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just deleted a long paragraph of this blog cos i wrote about crappy things. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;. i really really feel like writing nonstop but i know that i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; stuff which again, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haahhh&lt;/span&gt; *take a deep breath, i need a break. seriously. but this is not a good time, i know. finals coming soon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; tired of the fact that i have to go through that rough days and crappy sleepless nights again. *sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;actually this is the perfect time to say "i wish things could be different". *sigh -again! but yeah, i wish so too. as i was listening to Starring at the sun by Rooster and Dare you to move by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt; when i was writing this, it came to my mind that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; will not help me to go through this. as Jon Foreman sings, "i dare you to move, i dare you to live yourself up off the floor", i feel so relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and just for info, these songs have a great lyrics and "The Beautiful Letdown" album is really great. i love Jon Foreman (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt; vocalist); he said "Eventually everything fails me, but when I look at the sunset or the sky, I'm reminded what it's like to be alive. My friends, there is a big difference between the way this world should be and the way it is." it wakes me up as i read it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lost my inspiration in life. i want it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want my inspiration back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(i sigh too many times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3708264543310159544?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3708264543310159544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3708264543310159544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3708264543310159544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3708264543310159544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/06/dearest-home.html' title='dearest home.'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-3742156073730574344</id><published>2007-06-15T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:55.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>summer 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/Rnf9iNrwP8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/i5iKOBZqvBM/s1600-h/15-06-07_2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077805869114081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/Rnf9iNrwP8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/i5iKOBZqvBM/s320/15-06-07_2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is beaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my dear dear friends came to KL and spent the whole week here. *the best week! as a matter of fact, that was our dream few years back, and it just happened!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it was tiring but the best summer ever! the morning the afternoon the evening seemed never end, but well, reality wakes me up. as i open my eyes the morning after they left, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; no more squeezed sleep, loaded room, and snoring peop&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. and now, here i am with my boring daily activities. i miss that week; i miss the gossip, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peptalk&lt;/span&gt;, the make-over, the movie, the shopping, the clubbing, the dance, the drinks, the karaoke, and those guys. i wish they could stay longer. cos we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; found that perfect-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; face guy yet (my Jacob and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jan's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;, i know u guys are smiling now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;estel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;medi&lt;/span&gt; for the in credible time together. i had so much fun! and for the beaver too! i know u guys got it by accident. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. well, i am terribly sorry for the poor little turtle which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; chosen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. but i love my beaver. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt; guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant wait to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;medan&lt;/span&gt;. i miss my hometown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mamipapi&lt;/span&gt;, my one and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gank&lt;/span&gt; =), my friends, my church, my school, my court, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; food ever! cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks, guys for making this summer so much memorable to me. i would never forget this summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe i could! if we spend our summer together again every year! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-3742156073730574344?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3742156073730574344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=3742156073730574344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3742156073730574344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/3742156073730574344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-07.html' title='summer 07'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/Rnf9iNrwP8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/i5iKOBZqvBM/s72-c/15-06-07_2055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-4605683948420090247</id><published>2007-06-03T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:55.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>cant wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/RmLE5_z3CCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yh4CViF84mc/s1600-h/DSC01339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071832631033137186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/RmLE5_z3CCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yh4CViF84mc/s320/DSC01339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been away for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;busy with assignments, meetings, parents, shopping, and lots and lots and lots of thoughts. i guess i think too much. which i regret sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, my parents are here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! for two weeks. how i miss them! they promised me to come here since Chi's new year, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; they're here. and that means shopping time is coming! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. today is their 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day here, and i got quite a lot of new stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*It's us-the petite girls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;two members missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! guess what?? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!! =D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy happy happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;janice&lt;/span&gt; in 3 days! *all excited!! you cant imagine how much i miss her. and the next day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;estel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;madeline&lt;/span&gt; are coming as well. oh, what a week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna have so so much fun! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how much i miss them. i miss our times. i miss doing nothing with them. i miss our &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movie-marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time. i miss our swimming time. i miss out &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;soto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rizal&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time. and our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; walk'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time. i miss watching &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basketball games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with them. i miss &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screaming super-loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when watching the guys in the court. i miss the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sleepovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i miss the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;peptalk&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i miss the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;singing-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;superloud&lt;/span&gt;-in-the-car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time. i miss crying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; to them. i miss having &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boring times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with them-- cos its never boring! i miss hanging out with them all day long. again, all day long! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, cant wait to see them! have lots and lots and lots of stuff to do with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy happy happy happy happy happy happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-4605683948420090247?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4605683948420090247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=4605683948420090247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4605683948420090247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/4605683948420090247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/06/overwhelmed.html' title='cant wait!'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/RmLE5_z3CCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yh4CViF84mc/s72-c/DSC01339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-7921360685913241875</id><published>2007-05-29T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:44:05.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>when i go down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll tell you flat out, it hurts so much to think of this. so from my thoughts i will exclude.&lt;br /&gt;the very thing that i hate more than everything is the way i'm powerless to dictate my own mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thrown away so many things that could've been much more. and i just pray, my problems go away if they're ignored. but thats not the way it works. no thats not the way it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go down, i go down hard. and i take everything i've learned and teach myself some disregard. when i go down, it hurts to hit the bottom. and of the things that got me here, i think, if only i had fought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if and when i can clear myself of this clouded mind. i'll watch myself settle down. into a place where peace can search me out and find that i'm so ready to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thrown a way the hope i had in friendships. i've thrown away so many things that could've been much more. i've thrown away the secret to find an end to this. and i just pray, my problems go away if they're ignored. but thats not the way it works. no thats not the way it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any control i thought i had just slips right through my hands. while my ever-present conscience shakes its head and reprimends me. then and there i confess. i'll blame all this on my selfishness. yet you love me. and that consumes me. and i'll stand up again and do so willingly.&lt;br /&gt;you give me hope, and hope it gives me life. you touched my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light. as i exhale i hear your voice. and i answer you, though i hardly make a noise. and from my lips the words i choose to say, seem pathetic, but its a fallen man's praise. because i love you. yes, God i love you. and life is now worth living, if only because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go down, i lift my eyes to you. i wont look very far, cause you'll be there with open arms to lift me up again. to lift me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relient K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*that would describe all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-7921360685913241875?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7921360685913241875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=7921360685913241875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7921360685913241875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/7921360685913241875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-go-down.html' title='when i go down'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-2530465038440673910</id><published>2007-05-10T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:47:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ladies today are still single!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top reasons why ladies today are still SINGLE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;br /&gt;4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.&lt;br /&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nicemen, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;br /&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;br /&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;br /&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, some what nice and have money, are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice, and have some money, and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW, WHO UNDERSTANDS MEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO THE GUYS YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT! [OMG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-2530465038440673910?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2530465038440673910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=2530465038440673910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2530465038440673910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/2530465038440673910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-ladies-today-are-still-single.html' title='Why ladies today are still single!'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638922338362036747.post-6724146899495454065</id><published>2007-04-20T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:32:44.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple thing that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;this is my first blog. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know what to write now but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try. since i have lots of dilemmas and major headache lately (i blame you -u know who!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), plus someone says its fun. so why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; i just start one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;natalia&lt;/span&gt;. just an ordinary 18 year-old girl from a small but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; town in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;-Medan, currently living in KL -big, busy and hectic town. its fun for the 1st month but as time goes by, i have to admit that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; easy for me, and as well as other people i guess. but life should go on, right? i notice that sometimes we just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; dare to move on and try new things and be at the new places with new challenges with the fact that we're already too comfortable with what and where we are. we cant choose to be with the people we love all the time, right? again, its all about choices. Life is too short to not live for something bigger, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life's been great! thank God for that. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that my very best friend-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;janice&lt;/span&gt; said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; consist of having good cards, but playing those you have well. hold on tight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so grateful that you know me so well! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its so late now. will catch up with this later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;gotta go sleep and get ready to scream out for Good Charlotte tomorrow =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638922338362036747-6724146899495454065?l=mandanatalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6724146899495454065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638922338362036747&amp;postID=6724146899495454065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6724146899495454065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638922338362036747/posts/default/6724146899495454065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandanatalia.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple-thing-that-counts.html' title='a simple thing that counts'/><author><name>amanda natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676496885800179944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ms6jHflntQ4/R-31FPeZsFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNoT9RR9YXY/S220/amandanatalia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
