<?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-10469529</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:58:43.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Adventures of You</title><subtitle type='html'>My smiles, my tears, my steps. Am I that selfish?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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acabar&lt;br /&gt;Ela só quer dançar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;Ela só quer dançar, dançar, dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Pneus de carros cantam&lt;br /&gt;Thuru, Thuru, Thuru, Thuru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sete vidas&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém sabe de nada&lt;br /&gt;Carteira falsa com idade adulterada&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra enquanto ela dorme&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece antes que alguém acorde&lt;br /&gt;Um passo sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Um outro dia, um outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo verde, tatuagem no pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto novo, um corpo feito pro pecado.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bela o paraíso comprimido&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer balaco ilegal ou proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-114020853902394565?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113957721344955781</id><published>2006-02-10T13:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:13:33.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Me again</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I haven't posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;Even a longer while since I haven't posted something originally mine.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it your way.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we go back to the 50's?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind being like that,&lt;br /&gt;it would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;So much for the feminist look, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was better.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to try.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you consider it.&lt;br /&gt;What would be of art&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't subjective?&lt;br /&gt;Like it, love it, need it.&lt;br /&gt;Or hate it, it won't change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time,&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the thought of writing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-113957721344955781?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/113957721344955781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=113957721344955781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113957721344955781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113957721344955781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-again_113957721344955781.html' title='Me again'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113957719244048670</id><published>2006-02-10T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:13:12.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Me again</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I haven't posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;Even a longer while since I haven't posted something originally mine.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it your way.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we go back to the 50's?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind being like that,&lt;br /&gt;it would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;So much for the feminist look, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was better.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to try.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you consider it.&lt;br /&gt;What would be of art&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't subjective?&lt;br /&gt;Like it, love it, need it.&lt;br /&gt;Or hate it, it won't change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time,&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the thought of writing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-113957719244048670?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/113957719244048670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=113957719244048670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113957719244048670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113957719244048670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-again.html' title='Me again'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113866702154247281</id><published>2006-01-30T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:23:41.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Say Anything</title><content type='html'>Say anything, save everything&lt;br /&gt;If we say nothing this love will die&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one word,&lt;br /&gt;you can scream or whisper&lt;br /&gt;If you want to stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the words aren't there&lt;br /&gt;but they'd only fail my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Just want to feel this way without&lt;br /&gt;chaining you down to some old cliche&lt;br /&gt;You want water in my hands&lt;br /&gt;and we stand waist deep in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than the sea, it won't let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say just anything,&lt;br /&gt;because I feel everything&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather say nothing&lt;br /&gt;than the same old lines&lt;br /&gt;I think I give you more,&lt;br /&gt;something there's no words for&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to hear me&lt;br /&gt;to feel me trying&lt;br /&gt;To say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you try but&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I still want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;Even when the waters calm&lt;br /&gt;but lately it's just when there's&lt;br /&gt;something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we splash around&lt;br /&gt;and hold on to that playful spirit&lt;br /&gt;Oh like we used to do&lt;br /&gt;and won't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say anything,&lt;br /&gt;save everything&lt;br /&gt;If we say nothing&lt;br /&gt;this love will die&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one word,&lt;br /&gt;you can scream or whisper&lt;br /&gt;If you want to stay with me&lt;br /&gt;tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is true&lt;br /&gt;Even if you&lt;br /&gt;Call it by a different name&lt;br /&gt;And it's still the same, so we'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, feel everything&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;so this love can fly&lt;br /&gt;We'll hang on every word&lt;br /&gt;and we'll scream, we'll whisper&lt;br /&gt;This moment is waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you and I&lt;br /&gt;Say anything&lt;br /&gt;Say anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113844852499041874</id><published>2006-01-28T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:42:05.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer and April</title><content type='html'>(This is for Hannah and Fe. I really don't know why, but I just see their names written all over this poem. If I ever get to write one about Winter and Fall, like the people from AllPoetry asked me to, I'll jot it down here too... P.S.: This one's really by me, it's called Summer and April.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisies and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;She strolled down the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of golden wheat.&lt;br /&gt;April was there.&lt;br /&gt;A princess,&lt;br /&gt;A servant.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and daisies.&lt;br /&gt;That's all she needed&lt;br /&gt;To grin at life.&lt;br /&gt;Summer was there.&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;So sudden.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and April,&lt;br /&gt;Sisters at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-113844852499041874?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/113844852499041874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=113844852499041874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113844852499041874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113844852499041874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2006/01/summer-and-april.html' title='Summer and April'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113788610544896720</id><published>2006-01-21T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:49:49.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Seing as the "present-receiving" season is gone, and I no longer need a wishlist for a while, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A Veggie Tales Bible cover&lt;br /&gt;2) A record player (and a few nice records, of course)&lt;br /&gt;3) An internet domain&lt;br /&gt;4) A whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;5) A metal mug (The kind you get in camps!)&lt;br /&gt;6) A teletransporter&lt;br /&gt;7) A doll house&lt;br /&gt;8) A tree house&lt;br /&gt;9) A house&lt;br /&gt;10) A tamborine&lt;br /&gt;11) Tamborine lessons&lt;br /&gt;12) Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;13) A graduation (I've never had one...)&lt;br /&gt;14) A beach house in Rio (Av. Atlantica or better... I won't settle for just anything! :P)&lt;br /&gt;15) My own rave&lt;br /&gt;16) Longer weekends&lt;br /&gt;17) A kitten&lt;br /&gt;18) A star named after me&lt;br /&gt;19) An olympic medal&lt;br /&gt;20) Wooly black knee socks&lt;br /&gt;21) A single, long stem rose&lt;br /&gt;22) Summer Madness (yes, I want IT!)&lt;br /&gt;23) Leopard ears (The headband kind, like in Josie and the Pussycats)&lt;br /&gt;24) A golden membership in AllPoetry &amp; Fotolog&lt;br /&gt;25) A dedication&lt;br /&gt;26) A song&lt;br /&gt;27) A letter from the Queenie thanking me for bringing peace, joy, and dniness to her pretty country&lt;br /&gt;28) The ability to sing a perfect soprano&lt;br /&gt;29) A robot that sings like Jorge Vercilo&lt;br /&gt;30) SkyGloves that actually work&lt;br /&gt;31) A time machine&lt;br /&gt;32) Breakfast in bed (everyday!)&lt;br /&gt;33) A waterslide&lt;br /&gt;34) The key to the city&lt;br /&gt;35) A medieval dress&lt;br /&gt;36) Ocasions to wear a medieval dress in&lt;br /&gt;37) A castle&lt;br /&gt;38) A pet blue butterfly&lt;br /&gt;39) An apple a day&lt;br /&gt;40) Aslan&lt;br /&gt;41) A mango&lt;br /&gt;42) A stage in my living room&lt;br /&gt;43) A living room big enough to fit a stage in&lt;br /&gt;44) Bands to play on stage&lt;br /&gt;45) China (the country, of course)&lt;br /&gt;46) Endless simolians (Sim money)&lt;br /&gt;47) A place I can call my own (Natalopolis!)&lt;br /&gt;48) The power to glow in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;49) Fire alarms that work properly&lt;br /&gt;50) A perfect British accent&lt;br /&gt;51) Comments on my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-113788610544896720?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/113788610544896720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=113788610544896720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113788610544896720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113788610544896720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2006/01/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113742060586349787</id><published>2006-01-16T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:11:06.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Regaining My Senses</title><content type='html'>Confidence up, confidence down,&lt;br /&gt;Act like an angel, look like a clown.&lt;br /&gt;Changing your mind, changing it back,&lt;br /&gt;A quick recipe for a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile at your blunders, laugh at my own.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't right, I should be at home.&lt;br /&gt;Under the duvet, safe from attack,&lt;br /&gt;Changing your mind, changing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident prone, but never you worry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you when you should leave in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;Making up ground for the sense that I lack.&lt;br /&gt;Changing your mind, changing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it again; proven my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Is this sorrow or is it elation?&lt;br /&gt;Statements once given I cannot retract,&lt;br /&gt;Changing your mind, changing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notice I earn is diluted with patience,&lt;br /&gt;The smiles that I give are the scorns I receive.&lt;br /&gt;While I hold my breath and count to one hundred,&lt;br /&gt;You'll tell me a tale I am sure to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanciful feelings hiding a fool,&lt;br /&gt;A cog that's not turning, a bottomless pool.&lt;br /&gt;Lend me what's common, of which you've a stack.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll change your mind and I won't change it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-113742060586349787?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/113742060586349787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=113742060586349787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113742060586349787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113742060586349787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2006/01/regaining-my-senses.html' title='Regaining My Senses'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-113199302250973445</id><published>2005-11-14T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:30:22.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Haven't written in ages...&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;He's not really my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a burden.&lt;br /&gt;I need a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-113199302250973445?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/113199302250973445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=113199302250973445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113199302250973445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/113199302250973445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112746416396984292</id><published>2005-09-23T08:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:29:23.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over til it's over</title><content type='html'>It has been a great summer...&lt;br /&gt;I coudn't even put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;Mleh.&lt;br /&gt;Y-list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I got to to know you better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I got to meet you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause He talked to me!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I survived that all nighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I'm a criminal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause they jumped from the bridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause they were brilliant nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause there's nothing wrong with sharing gum with people you know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause driving is fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause we all always end up at the Black Lough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause heels and gravel don't match&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I CAN eat healthy in McDonald's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause that was a stupid thing to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it was fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it's been a loooong summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I didn't feel like it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I'm grounded again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it was sweet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause "you guys are retarded!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause 1-day travel cards are totally worth it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause we're going down, down in an earlier round...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I don't WANT to jump in!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause chocolate is better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I can't believe you guys really dressed up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it just seemed appropriate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I'm the youngest... as always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I say PORTA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause he just ain't the same&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I wanna run away from him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause you're my crying shoulder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I wanna MOVE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause you like to move it, move it... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause I found you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause that wasn't your first... it just wasnt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause there's nothing wrong with it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause we'll meet again at the Lough in 10 years time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause fantasies were made to be killed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause London is waking, daylight is breaking...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause countdowns aren't fun anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it's not over til it's over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it's just a few months til next summer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112746416396984292?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112639776566092226</id><published>2005-09-11T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:16:05.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Lough</title><content type='html'>If you're reading this and you don't know what the last post was about, I'd advice you to stop reading. It will be rather confusing for you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is starting last night, Friday. I was just pondering and like, I had the whole day planned. And if that didn't work, I had a plan B. And a plan C. Even a plan D.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, none of those were put into action... fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing like I imagined it would be... it was better.&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the many reasons God rocks so much... It's like, you have this perfect plan in your mind and then God comes up with something completely different and you're like "Wait a minute... this is much better! How come I didn't think of that before?!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, God rocks my socks off!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm gonna wait for perfection. Yes, it does exist!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would have ruined it...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was for the best... right?&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck cares?! It couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Remember my "By the way's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112639776566092226?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112639776566092226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112639776566092226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112639776566092226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112639776566092226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/09/black-lough.html' title='Black Lough'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112601897987068505</id><published>2005-09-06T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:02:59.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Life-Changing</title><content type='html'>Anyone here?&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if my fellow silence doesn't mind, I shall sit here and hide from time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying, I AM fine!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;How could it not?&lt;br /&gt;You tick all my boxes... and more.&lt;br /&gt;God has the greatest sense of humour ever!&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a secret, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought of a good answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;The lake.&lt;br /&gt;What at the lake?&lt;br /&gt;The first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Mind if I rush you?&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'est la vie, mon amour... c'est la vie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112601897987068505?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112601897987068505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112601897987068505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112601897987068505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112601897987068505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-life-changing.html' title='Something Life-Changing'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112542260164488937</id><published>2005-08-30T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:23:21.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>So, ok... Here I am, just sitting there, doing nothing... then BAM! I see it. It's all SO clear all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it too?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just making all this up?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said that&lt;br /&gt;"Coincidence is when God wants to remain annonymous."&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's true.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112542260164488937?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112542260164488937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112542260164488937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112542260164488937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112542260164488937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/08/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112465586309780390</id><published>2005-08-21T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:24:23.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morp</title><content type='html'>Morp night,&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant night.&lt;br /&gt;All was great,&lt;br /&gt;All was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank You for my wonderful, wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat my stool! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112465586309780390?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112465586309780390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112465586309780390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112465586309780390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112465586309780390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/08/morp.html' title='Morp'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112384124548628007</id><published>2005-08-12T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:07:25.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God rox</title><content type='html'>God rox.&lt;br /&gt;He SO does.&lt;br /&gt;He's the bestest best friend anyone could EVER have.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, talk about religion... Everyone is like, "My god is almighty", "My god brings harmony to people" or even, "I'm my own god."&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say "My God helps me find my CDs when I lose them! My God entertains me when I'm bored! My God lets me hug Him whenever I want..."&lt;br /&gt;This isn't religion.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I barely know what religion is!&lt;br /&gt;This is the sweetest friendship one could have.&lt;br /&gt;And it's right there.&lt;br /&gt;Just say "yes".&lt;br /&gt;He wants to help you.&lt;br /&gt;He's actually looking for the broken, dirty, ragged ones!&lt;br /&gt;Come as you are.&lt;br /&gt;This joy...&lt;br /&gt;You think you know,&lt;br /&gt;But you have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112384124548628007?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112384124548628007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112384124548628007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112384124548628007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112384124548628007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-rox.html' title='God rox'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112289929274210679</id><published>2005-08-01T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:28:12.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is YOUR life.</title><content type='html'>My life's not mine... I'm just taking care of it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;This is a song by Switchfoot, one of the bands I'm gonna see in concert when I go to "The land of the free".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a promise that you’ve broken&lt;br /&gt;Don’t close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don’t close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is your life and today is all you’ve got now&lt;br /&gt;And today is all you’ll ever have&lt;br /&gt;Don’t close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don’t close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is your life&lt;br /&gt;Are you who you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;This is your life&lt;br /&gt;Are you who you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;This is your life&lt;br /&gt;Is it everything you’ve dreamed that it would be&lt;br /&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is a kid in the corner&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is dead and over&lt;br /&gt;this is your life&lt;br /&gt;are you who you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;this is your life&lt;br /&gt;are you who you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;this is your life&lt;br /&gt;is everything you’ve dreamed that it would be&lt;br /&gt;when the world was younger&lt;br /&gt;and you had everything to lose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have YOU to loose... Isn't that enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112289929274210679?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112289929274210679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112289929274210679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112289929274210679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112289929274210679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-your-life.html' title='This is YOUR life.'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112231056488203295</id><published>2005-07-25T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:16:36.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>never mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112231056488203295?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112231056488203295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112231056488203295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112231056488203295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112231056488203295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/07/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112228507908274867</id><published>2005-07-25T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:51:19.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, rite...</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to type something in here, right? Ok...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm happy! Dude, I'm bursting with unreasonable joy! I wish you knew how great it felt...  Yeah, it's worth it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend we had a bbq in the park (for a change, haha!). It rocked...&lt;br /&gt;Something just occured to me... a Y-list! Have fun, you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz HE will always rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz you rock too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I've never done this before!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm a criminal hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz we were there for 5 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz she speaks portuguese!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz we instantly "clicked"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz they know what I mean when I use 3 different languages in the same sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz we're having another bbq soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz we took a raincheck on the camping thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz here I am to say that YOU're me God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm gonna dance to The W's!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz there's nothing wrong with eating healthy in McD's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I love his pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I won't stop singing just because I sound bad to other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I got a smile from God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz it's a happy day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz the best part of a country is the people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz my football team won!! Go Palmeiras!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Spanish sounds way better than Portuguese or English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I was defeated in flagsweeper :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I love you to bits but I don't wanna go out with you yet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm NOT ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I should be dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Keith Urban doesn't sound that bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz if one more person dreams that I'm pregnant, I'm gonna start convincing myself that it's the truth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm one of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz He loved me first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz my songs are for Him only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz it's hard but never impossible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, cowboy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112228507908274867?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112228507908274867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112228507908274867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112228507908274867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112228507908274867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-rite.html' title='oh, rite...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112173133908394875</id><published>2005-07-19T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:02:19.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms of Love</title><content type='html'>I sing a simple song of love&lt;br /&gt;to my savior, to my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for the things&lt;br /&gt;You've done&lt;br /&gt;my loving savior, my precious Jesus&lt;br /&gt;my heart is glad that You call me Your own&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no place i'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;than in your arms of love&lt;br /&gt;in your arms of love&lt;br /&gt;holding me still&lt;br /&gt;holding me near&lt;br /&gt;in your arms of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112173133908394875?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112173133908394875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112173133908394875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112173133908394875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112173133908394875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/07/arms-of-love.html' title='Arms of Love'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112121100998037694</id><published>2005-07-13T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:30:09.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God's voice</title><content type='html'>Ok, how shall I explain this?&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing. That's pretty much all I can say... it's too much; too indescribable (i'll never be able to spell that right); too awesome... God, you rock my world. I can't even begin to understand how anyone could live without you. It must be a heck of a sad life, if a life at all, if You're not it's reason for being.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, for a minute there, I totally forgot it's 12th of July, "The most protestant day of the year"... I should probably ignore that. Yeah, I will. I should probably remember God loves everyone. Yep. Then He'll remind me that He loves me too and I'll be thrilled for the rest of the day, until He reminds me again because I keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Dad. He hides presents for me all over the place and it's so much fun looking for them! Today, I found so many beautiful shells in the beach... The warmth, the sun, the butterflies!&lt;br /&gt;I love my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112121100998037694?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112121100998037694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112121100998037694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112121100998037694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112121100998037694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/07/gods-voice.html' title='God&apos;s voice'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-112064135675838027</id><published>2005-07-06T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:19:30.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Madness</title><content type='html'>Summer Madness Y-list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz God is moving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz He really is ALL I need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz 24/5 should be permanent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz it was really cold during the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz sleeping bags and tents are cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Brian's caravan is soo much cooler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I met new people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Andrew is the really tall version of Zakini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Adam's "friend" stopped bullying him after we prayed about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I got to know you better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I got to know Him better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm in the magazine (yay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz the Delirious? concert made me feel like I was in Brasil again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz my concepts are messed up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I need to accepts God's way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I've done it again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz that 70's night was a big disapointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz God took my burden (He really did!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I can't stop worshipping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I saw His work and cried of happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I need to get up and go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz we all need to live Acts 1:8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I can't let this fire burn out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm a criminal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I had so much fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Grace and Robin are criminals too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Jess didn't even get mad at me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Garreth "saw" an angel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Ben has a "wow" future and God told me too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I have gastritis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Tre Sheppard rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Johnny Parks rocks 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Andy Hickford rocks 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I didn't taste any african tea :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Rob is really really class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz God touched my knee (twice!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz our grafitti looked very pretty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz 2 + 3 = 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I won't be ashamed when I lift up His name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm not letting my own hormones interfere in God's work anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz God will abolish sectarianism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I ate 5 tangerines in a row!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Brian is such a nice guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz my watch broke, my camera batteries are dying and my phone is dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz technology rebelled agaisnt me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz all nighters are great&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I got last year's S:M cd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I like my dungarees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I still need to unpack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm still hyper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm much less confused&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm alright&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz there are too many stories to tell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm doing StreetReach next year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I've finally accepted God's answer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm not just another stamp in your collection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz He made a difference through me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz we didn't sing Sweet Home Summer Madness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz this year was extremely different&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I loved it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz You're all I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz this list is getting pretty huge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless everyone. Kisses and hugs to all who had the opportunity of being there. Great big hug to God who never let go of my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm falling on my knees, offering all of me. Jesus, You're all this heart is living for."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-112064135675838027?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/112064135675838027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=112064135675838027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112064135675838027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/112064135675838027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-madness.html' title='Summer Madness'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111983154387302966</id><published>2005-06-27T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:19:03.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much for a single day!</title><content type='html'>I confess I had completely forgotten about this blog... I have too many important things to take care of now. Well, lets run through the events, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, I spend the day with mum at the shop. Everything's great, everything's fine until someone walks in. It's her. She stole once and the owner was upset. I don't like it when the owner's upset. She runs to the back and finds dad. Surprised now, are we? She took a photo albumm payed for it and left. She's not bright. The owner would have given it to her but she chose to pay. I hope she didn't steal again and if she did, the owner will be upset again.&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening, our Bible study group from Cookstown went up to a barbecue somewhere I can't remember the name. It was very cold so we gathered around the hot coals and sang songs. There was a man there that looked like the vocalist from Third Day. Viviane liked him but she doesn't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I went to the Drop In with Fernanda and Adele to set up the party that was going to happen at night. We moved couches, tables and television sets. The place looked wonderful and the party was wonderful. We danced til our feet begged for mercy and ate the night away. It was a very nice night.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I wake up with the pain from dancing the night before but happy that I did dance. She calls me and says she's on her way. I look out the window and see policemen. Dad talks to them and they say our house is part of a crimescene. I say we're now part of C.S.I Dungannon and my sisters laugh. She arrives with the same clothes she had on last night. That's funny because she said she would sleep over at her house. We discuss but soon we're ok with each other so we sit down to watch a movie while having dinner (at 3 o'clock!). Mam and dad knock on the door and ask me to leave. They want to talk to her. Well, here I am walking down the corridor wondering what coul be the urgency for talking to her when Fernanda pulls me into her bedroom. Did you hear what happened? No. She tells me her secret's out and that she's been lying. That's not nice and I want to run away. Her dad arrives and they talk. She's grounded.&lt;br /&gt;I go to church and dance and sing. God tells me to write Him songs again so I will. Poetry, too. I'm glad He chose me for these gifts because I like them and other people like them. They smile when they hear the songs God sings to me. God makes everything alright and I can't believe I'm not mad at her. She's my friend and I love her. I like her again and we are in good terms.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, we go to CE but I don't speak to her much. She's upset. Now I'm sad because I realise I have to say goodbye to some of my best friends and I cry because I'm going to miss them. I tell them I love them and I hope they know how much I do, even if they don't love me back. There are 3 of them in particular which I'm going to miss the most but if I say their names, the others will be angry because they will think I'm not going to miss them as well and I will. When I got home, I had chinese because we always have chinese at least once every weekend. She goes back home and I stay here. The police is gone and we're not in a crimescene anymore. We talk about the party and the football game. We're planning the next party but we haven't decided if we can afford a castle for it. Dad tells me I should go to sleep because it's late and tomorrow, we'll go see Killymoon castle for the Fernanda's 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy and I think my nose is starting to bleed from the overdose of tears I had to produce today. God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111983154387302966?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111983154387302966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111983154387302966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111983154387302966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111983154387302966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-much-for-single-day.html' title='Too much for a single day!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111953380152677321</id><published>2005-06-23T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:36:43.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>List!</title><content type='html'>This is a list of relevant things that happened or that I've discovered or whatever since my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuna and cinnamon don't go well together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soft rock can take you to very happy places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Happy places" could never describe what you feel when you're with God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praying out loud by yourself is much nicer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knees can get really sore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really long coats make me look like Janis Joplin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U2 is a very good band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not very exciting working in a charity shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some men like trying on dresses and tights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should never freak out or laugh at those men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should never freak out or laugh at any of your costumers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old cars break very easily and frequently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frank McCourt is a great writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuchulain was a great hero of Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Questionairres tell a lot about the people that answer it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You is the plural of you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people don't like hearing that you love them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion is a sin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling in love is not always something you choose to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life really WAS better when we thought boys had cooties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling normally makes people feel better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brazilian country music sounds weird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should be sorting out stuff for the party on Saturday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111953380152677321?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111953380152677321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111953380152677321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111953380152677321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111953380152677321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/06/list.html' title='List!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111892851828304630</id><published>2005-06-16T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:28:38.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe</title><content type='html'>CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt;6 oz. chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter, sugars, vanilla and egg. Use a spoon - not a mixer! Then add dry ingredients, then nuts and chocolate chips. Spread on greased pizza pan. Bake 375 degrees for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... cookie cake...&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111892851828304630?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111892851828304630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111892851828304630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111892851828304630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111892851828304630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/06/recipe.html' title='recipe'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111875892949233292</id><published>2005-06-14T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:22:09.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of exams</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've only got 2 exams left!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait til thursday...&lt;br /&gt;I got a really bad review on one of my poems last night. Ouch. Guess you can never please everyone...&lt;br /&gt;My phone plays MP3. How cool is that?! Today was great walking back home while singing/listening to Vertical Horizon &amp; Jason Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;My legs &amp;amp; knees have been so sore lately... but who cares? There's no way that's gonna keep me from dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Belfast yesterday, got a true crimes book and an application to work at Wesley Owens. It's only twice a week so it might actually be really good!&lt;br /&gt;There's a pink staing on the palm of my hand and I don't even know what it is. Scared? nah... just curious.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like saying much today... Just that I really miss some of my friends which I haven't talked to in AGES! Well ok, not ages, but quite some time now, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I must go...&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I've typed out this whole post with my right hand! Why? Cuz I'm too lazy to use both... :P&lt;br /&gt;To all my real friends out there: I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111875892949233292?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111875892949233292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111875892949233292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111875892949233292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111875892949233292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-exams.html' title='End of exams'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111833496134559426</id><published>2005-06-09T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T17:43:57.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let that be enough</title><content type='html'>I wish I had what I needed&lt;br /&gt;To be on my own&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel so defeated&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;And it all seems so helpless&lt;br /&gt;And I have no plans&lt;br /&gt;I'm a plane in the sunset&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to land&lt;br /&gt;And all I see&lt;br /&gt;It could never make me happy&lt;br /&gt;And all my sand castles&lt;br /&gt;Spend their time collapsing&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You hear me&lt;br /&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;br /&gt;Let that be enough&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No one here could know&lt;br /&gt;I was born this Thursday&lt;br /&gt;16 years ago&lt;br /&gt;And I feel stuck&lt;br /&gt;Watching history repeating&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Just a kid who knows he's needy&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that&lt;br /&gt;You hear me&lt;br /&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;br /&gt;And let that be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A levels...G major...PACA...plectrums...London...lonely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111833496134559426?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111833496134559426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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again...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I walk alone at night&lt;br /&gt;When everybody else is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I think of him and then I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;With the company I'm keeping&lt;br /&gt;The city goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;And I can live inside my head&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he's beside me&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk with him 'til morning&lt;br /&gt;Without him, I feel his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me&lt;br /&gt;In the rain&lt;br /&gt;The pavement shines like silver&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are misty in the river&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is him and me forever and forever&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I'm talking to myself and not to him&lt;br /&gt;And although I know that he is blind&lt;br /&gt;Still I say there's a way for us&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over&lt;br /&gt;He is gone&lt;br /&gt;The river's just a river&lt;br /&gt;Without him, the world around me changes&lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But every day I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've only been pretending&lt;br /&gt;Without me, his world will go on turning&lt;br /&gt;A world that's full of happiness that I have never known&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But only on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...patience...tuesday...acoustic guitar...hugs...bangor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pinkhippies.blogger.com.br/2001979835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111813419969679162?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111783993928200488</id><published>2005-06-03T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:05:39.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night</title><content type='html'>Friday night... what the heck am I doing up?!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I just wanted to update this thing...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today has been ever so tiring! I had to wake up early to vaccuum (Yes, you heard that right), then I had to go to the shop to help mum. While I was at it, I scratched my knee on a cardboard thing and now it's starting to look very unpretty (That's it, I'm never wearing a skirt again!). Anyway, got home, made a questionairre (YAY! Finally!), watched Sweet Home Alabama with Fabi (my sis) and came here... :) That was my day, skipping half the things I did!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saw this thing on Mary's blog and I guess I'm gonna copy it! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballet dancing shoes with a tip, size 2 and a half (laugh all u want...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowboy boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better looking hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A tent for S:M&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big farmer wellies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLR digital camera ( 16.5 pix )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 years more so I can go to All Nations (bible college in london)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a red rose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hug!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111783993928200488?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111783993928200488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111783993928200488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111783993928200488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111783993928200488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-night.html' title='Friday night'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111757332598735891</id><published>2005-05-31T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:02:05.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday... hmm...</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've changed my template. Like it? Hope so!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you don't like Creed or if you're listening to something else at the mo... I just thought it would be nice to put their video here! I'll take it down later, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, I've done some revision today...not fun! But at least my conscience is lighter. I would have revised more, only mum told me about this mystery game online (which was very mleh of her part, as she knows I'm completely addicted to them!) so I've just spent the last hour or so playing 11 Somerset. It's brilliant, I recommend it to anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I found out that that THING really did come back and I really did fall for the same trap again but for some reason, I'm pretty much ok with it. After all, anything is better than a lie...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I really am on a diet. I started getting a little bit desperate when I did one of those body mass test. A normal person's number thing would be from 24-29 (I think, can't remember!), then a skinny person's would be 19-24, and an extremely, unhealthily thin person's would be 19 or under. Guess what mine is?? 16. Total depression. I need to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the song Tears in Heaven, by Eric Clapton? You should. It's such an AMAZING song... I've been listening to it over and over again. I also recommend this song to anyone and everyone. Even more than the game...&lt;br /&gt;Don't like Eric Clapton? No worries! Frank Sinatra's "I Won't Dance" is also VERY good, if you're in a "dancing-like-no-one's-watching" mood.&lt;br /&gt;My knees and legs are still very sore... I must start stretching properly before dancing! :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm on my way to watch some movie... new family tradition! Of course that includes popcorn, Hagen Dazs (can't spell that!), hundreds of pillows, etc!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to everyone, kisses to my friends and handshakes to my fellow enemies ( I know you're out there... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111757332598735891?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111757332598735891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111757332598735891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111757332598735891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111757332598735891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday-hmm_31.html' title='Tuesday... hmm...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111740780303977570</id><published>2005-05-29T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:03:23.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belfast</title><content type='html'>Went to Belfast today with Adele. Twas great!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to the Y-lists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz that guy is ALWAYS at the bus station when I go to Belfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I really need a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz greek candy tastes amazing (especially the goo! :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I wanna crash that Fender for hurting my fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I would never hurt a guitar...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz it's SO soft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I had to run a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I got there on time (twice!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz my jeans ripped right below the back pocket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I like dressing up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm not distracting people by my outfits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I really do like leather trousers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I want a digital SLR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I ate a waffle today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz it didn't have whipped cream on it (I WILL try it someday, Jason!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz the bandstand in Arthur Square is ours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm gonna live by faith instead of circumstances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz God takes me higher to a place where blind men see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Pai is telling me to go to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I shall be obedient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I need to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night, Gold night, God night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111740780303977570?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111740780303977570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111740780303977570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111740780303977570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111740780303977570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/belfast.html' title='Belfast'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111723929262309723</id><published>2005-05-28T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:14:52.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you all know (if anyone's reading this, which I greatly doubt) these are just thought in my head at the moment. They're not really to be understood, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first of all, I don't know! &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; think I'm just fooling myself because of one night. I mean, nothing even happened, but it's not like I wish the contrary. This is so silly, I shouldn't even be thinking this. That's when I resume everything in one simple word: mleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;econd matter: he doesn't even know what it means! How awfully annoying. I don't think I can do anything to help other than what I'm already doing. And again, mleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;onight was fun. Like, they have a collection of old clocks, a centuries old Bible, and an old school desk. Who could poss&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;bly want more?! Oh yes, there's a metal detector as we&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;l. WOW! I wish I lived in that mansion, it's simply amazing. Well duh, it's a mansion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon House people must &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ove us. I mean, we go there at least twice a week since... erm... a long time ago! They must be making a fortune just selling us honey chilly chicken with no vegetables and boiled rice! I mean, we even got free prawn crackers today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;amp posts across the street keep blinking. Batter&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;es must be going dead... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I didn't cut my hair, by the way. It just so happens that I want to &lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;now how people feel about its length so I've invented a few tricks to test the audience's response. Well, at least one p&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;rson likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might go... My fingers feel weird from playing the guitar... I'm not used to that kind of suffering! Not that I'm acquainted with any other sort of torture. Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;es, yes... I must put these in here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;"Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling..."&lt;br /&gt;"In a little while, this hurt will hurt no more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, how can anyone possibly be as ridicul&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;us as me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me pity, give me truth.&lt;br /&gt;After all, that's what leather is all abo&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets boldly hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid thee farewell, dearest strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111723929262309723?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111723929262309723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111723929262309723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111723929262309723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111723929262309723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111697414285809532</id><published>2005-05-24T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:35:42.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT exams... hahaha</title><content type='html'>Well...erm...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't really know why I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a song!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a republic!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kobe Bryant's daughter!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm a whole lotta things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a JESUS FREAK! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111697414285809532?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111697414285809532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111697414285809532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111697414285809532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111697414285809532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/ict-exams-hahaha.html' title='ICT exams... hahaha'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111662115421428809</id><published>2005-05-20T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:32:34.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;According to a so-called "celebrity", I rock. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;According to a new friend, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;According to an old friend, I'm hasty.&lt;br /&gt;According to my sister, I'm some freak dressed as a red panda in  Japan.&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, I'm a republic and a city.&lt;br /&gt;According to the online dictionary, I'm "Nice And Tight" (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;According to me, accordance is what I lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'day, mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111662115421428809?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111662115421428809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111662115421428809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111662115421428809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111662115421428809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-hey-hey.html' title='Hey hey hey'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111576177335840674</id><published>2005-05-10T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:49:33.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm...SWEET!</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to say... for a change! :P&lt;br /&gt;I made some new friends... well, at least one!&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing quite a lot lately... for some reason!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about the trip to Brazil and the Mission Congress, in October... yay!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is sports day... crap!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say... ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111576177335840674?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111576177335840674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111576177335840674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111576177335840674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111576177335840674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmsweet.html' title='Hm...SWEET!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111490838023369123</id><published>2005-05-01T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:46:20.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See!</title><content type='html'>This is absolutely unbelievable!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad this is all happening...&lt;br /&gt;This post it gonna be a bit different from the other ones...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you there that's reading my post...&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to the make-up room singing "I'm getting married in the morning", tripping and ripping my long green skirt!! Precious moments, those were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You coming tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Oh aye...&lt;br /&gt;See you there, then!&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111490838023369123?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111490838023369123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111490838023369123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111490838023369123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111490838023369123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111444264528947397</id><published>2005-04-25T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:24:05.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Y-list</title><content type='html'>What do I say?&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a weird day.&lt;br /&gt;Making a long story short, this is my Y-list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz he got saved!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz He talked to me!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I hate being a girl sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm still shocked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz now we sink or swim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz it's THAT expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Elvis' mom is gone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz the end of the movie is gross&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Switchfoot + Big Dismal rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm singing in the dry weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz my hair is too long but I don't want to get it cut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz July's just around the corner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz you're leaving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz beauty is in the behind of the beholder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I got mixed up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz you rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz HE rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz Hobson's gonna yell at me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I need a tent for Summer Madness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I'm happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz I need to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111444264528947397?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111444264528947397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111444264528947397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111444264528947397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111444264528947397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/04/y-list.html' title='Y-list'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111398124109407393</id><published>2005-04-20T08:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:14:01.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving to school in 8 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my past&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel the poetiké this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111398124109407393?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111398124109407393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Birthdays!!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Nesy, Ben W, Rishi, Ben N, Suz, Fabz, Priscila, Maggie, Marcao, Wando + Tia Drica! Wow... thats a whole lotta birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such a great time... It's just awesome being able to enjoy everything... :)&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;Back to the old habit of putting song lyrics in my posts so that I don't have to make the effort of putting my thoughts in my own words, enjoy the next few lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;you brighten my life like a polystyrene hat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm dancing barefoot, headed for a spin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't deny you I feel so alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday is a kid in the corner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So bring some to our next show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(lil explanation, those were quotes from songs from silverchair, u2, p.o.d., switchfoot, relient k, dc talk)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bullets in the blue sky bring us together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111368813671945240?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111368813671945240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111368813671945240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111368813671945240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111368813671945240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111331787670330722</id><published>2005-04-12T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:12:35.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsored Walk</title><content type='html'>Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as I could be, but still, tired.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit confused, that's pretty clear.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, they're blue!&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;Can u?&lt;br /&gt;It could work.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;Answer me!&lt;br /&gt;I've got no morals for this&lt;br /&gt;Is this wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111331787670330722?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111331787670330722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111331787670330722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111331787670330722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111331787670330722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/04/sponsored-walk.html' title='Sponsored Walk'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111314462050803836</id><published>2005-04-10T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:50:20.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny</title><content type='html'>Heyall!&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up early (wow!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a bunch of stuff like a Guinness poster and plastic swords&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had dinner @ McD's (Thx Del!!! :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practiced loads for the play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did the play (duh...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate loads (hehehe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Watsons'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a mleehhh movie called Control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate popcorn (the eating just doesnt stop...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got driven home by my fellow friend Mr Pogo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate cake (:P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoyed Adele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's pretty much it... I had SUCH a great time, I'm still smiling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kisses, hugs, and pokes to everyone who made last night possible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111314462050803836?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111314462050803836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111314462050803836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111314462050803836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111314462050803836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/04/johnny.html' title='Johnny'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111271870039845781</id><published>2005-04-05T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:37:13.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mlehhh</title><content type='html'>for some very weIrd reason, i still have that funny feeLing.&lt;br /&gt;hope really is the last one tO die... unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying...&lt;br /&gt;i'm wanting...&lt;br /&gt;i'm failing...&lt;br /&gt;this is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;you don't loVe me.&lt;br /&gt;you don't want me.&lt;br /&gt;agapE could accept this...but i'm not there Yet.&lt;br /&gt;i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;it cOuld have been me.&lt;br /&gt;i could have made yoU happy.&lt;br /&gt;i have tried.&lt;br /&gt;i have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i have failed&lt;br /&gt;to make you see me as i see you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't suppose that will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;tell me i annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;tell me life would Be better if i didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;but tell mE the whole, truthful story.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i need to kNow.&lt;br /&gt;even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;as it did.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;it's meant to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA REGRET POSTING THIS BUT THEN AGAIN... MLEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111271870039845781?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111271870039845781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111271870039845781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111271870039845781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111271870039845781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/04/mlehhh.html' title='Mlehhh'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111221451624385444</id><published>2005-03-30T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:28:36.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stryper fan</title><content type='html'>I was just about to type in a song lyric of some sort but have decided not to. After all, this is becoming a lyric collection instead of a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I don't really know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;"Pathetic, girl! You're pathetic!"&lt;br /&gt;*Blanks*&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, as you say so yourself.&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna yell at you...&lt;br /&gt;Do you care? Nah... not now, at least!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad YOU didn't leave me here...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you soooooooooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a long conversation with myself, I came to the conclusion that time doesn't heal. It's not really that important, after all. My mask won't let me down, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you see me as a lady.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you still think we have a future together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're handling the situation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you support me in my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in the dirty old game...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I see you with her. Then I will be sure my intuition isn't tricking me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111221451624385444?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111221451624385444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111221451624385444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111221451624385444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111221451624385444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/stryper-fan.html' title='Stryper fan'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111167027461531694</id><published>2005-03-24T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:17:54.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Love is patient</title><content type='html'>"Love is patient"&lt;br /&gt;How could I have been so blind?!&lt;br /&gt;It's like, God's been telling me "do this." and I was like "Do what? That? Oh, ok!" and He's like "Nooooo!! THIS!!" and I'm like "Ok, I'll do THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;....Yeah, I'm kinda mleh....&lt;br /&gt;But God lifts me up!&lt;br /&gt;After all, I know where HE stands... that's enough for me to smile!&lt;br /&gt;I danced today... I sang... then I tried to do both at the same time and nearly had a stroke!! It takes waaay too much energy!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck to you all in the world... even if I dont believe in luck.&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to you was for the best. God wasn't ok with that, you know it... No, not ur personal thing, your music. Could I be more specific than this? I'm talking to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah....&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the devil!!&lt;br /&gt;Stryper rockssssssssssssssss (Any similarity to Gollum is mere coincidence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111167027461531694?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111167027461531694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111167027461531694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111167027461531694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111167027461531694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-is-patient.html' title='Love is patient'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111158769511578985</id><published>2005-03-23T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:21:35.116Z</updated><title type='text'>hangover... 2 much salt last nite</title><content type='html'>hello cruel world&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost yet hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless yet found&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;In your presence&lt;br /&gt;Underneath your wings of peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;I told you not to&lt;br /&gt;Then told you to&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;For I have sinned&lt;br /&gt;Against me&lt;br /&gt;Against You&lt;br /&gt;In favour&lt;br /&gt;Of flesh&lt;br /&gt;Your enemy&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111158769511578985?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111158769511578985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111158769511578985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111158769511578985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111158769511578985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/hangover-2-much-salt-last-nite.html' title='hangover... 2 much salt last nite'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111134838831561773</id><published>2005-03-20T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:53:08.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>When I look at Your hands glory&lt;br /&gt;All I see is disgrace&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are veiled with my own wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you surprise me&lt;br /&gt;You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me see&lt;br /&gt;The truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Your masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;More than Mona, you made me with care&lt;br /&gt;More than mountains, you gave me life&lt;br /&gt;And all this by Your endless mercy&lt;br /&gt;Im Your masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand before You hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You fill me with Your grace&lt;br /&gt;My hands are free, now Im alive&lt;br /&gt;And You surprise me&lt;br /&gt;You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me see&lt;br /&gt;The truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111134838831561773?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111134838831561773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111134838831561773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111134838831561773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111134838831561773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111099445676854722</id><published>2005-03-16T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:34:16.770Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still imagine your touch&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful wanting something that much&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes love needs a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, I pray&lt;br /&gt;And I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard livin' here on my own&lt;br /&gt;So please, come to me soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111099445676854722?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111099445676854722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111099445676854722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111099445676854722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111099445676854722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-still-imagine-your-touch-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111074159811052008</id><published>2005-03-13T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:19:58.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoping, praying,&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;There's no question,&lt;br /&gt;straight from heaven&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel, I'm so crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;You're a Godsend&lt;br /&gt;A blessing from above&lt;br /&gt;You've been God-sent to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the Godsend&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;You're a Godsend&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand,&lt;br /&gt;touching your face&lt;br /&gt;I will love you now and always&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;that first moment we met&lt;br /&gt;When two worlds collided&lt;br /&gt;and I found my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I was made for you,&lt;br /&gt;you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;In this lonely world,&lt;br /&gt;we were meant to be in love&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;that first moment we met&lt;br /&gt;When two worlds, they crashed in&lt;br /&gt;And I found my best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111074159811052008?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111074159811052008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111074159811052008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111074159811052008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111074159811052008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/hoping-praying-ive-been-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111032016634905282</id><published>2005-03-08T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:16:06.350Z</updated><title type='text'>*Speechless*</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when ur stuck in one of those moments where u have absolutely no idea what u should say? Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;Happened today. Loved it. I still dont know what I would say cuz along with the words, come the intentions i mean and the intentions the person thinks i mean, which may be different. So I just postponed it. 'Twas the best decision, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you on Saturday, this is my list so far:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Talent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Voice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Style&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The fact that the whole combination is absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have all I've waited for,&lt;br /&gt;and I could not ask for more."&lt;br /&gt;(I had to quote Edwin, it was just a necessity!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111032016634905282?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111032016634905282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111032016634905282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111032016634905282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111032016634905282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/speechless.html' title='*Speechless*'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-111005637346271183</id><published>2005-03-05T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T20:59:33.463Z</updated><title type='text'>From da boys house...</title><content type='html'>Hey yous!&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Im at the boys house (Gleison, Lucas &amp; David), listening to davi, gleison &amp;amp; delly singing and playing da keyboard and da ac. guit! Im luvin it... Also, my sister's leanin on my back cuz everyone else (Fe, Fabi, Meire &amp; Carla) are looking at pictures from London... london sweet london... 2 years 2 go!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Im too hyper... too much's going on!! It's like God has decided to keep me in suspense for ages and all of a sudden, revealed me everything! Well, ok, not everything... but loads of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited... Uh oh! g2g... we're gonna watch dvds now... Apparently, some Jackie Chan movie... or Shrek 2... or Sweet Home Alabama. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-111005637346271183?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/111005637346271183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=111005637346271183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111005637346271183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/111005637346271183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/03/from-da-boys-house.html' title='From da boys house...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110918440131822155</id><published>2005-02-23T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:46:41.320Z</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>Last night.&lt;br /&gt;Edwin McCain.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and Tears.&lt;br /&gt;Anything new?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupidly falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110918440131822155?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110918440131822155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110918440131822155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110918440131822155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110918440131822155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110909382092212576</id><published>2005-02-22T17:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:37:00.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey ho, Lets Go!</title><content type='html'>Heya'll... *looks around and notices no ones there*&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Hello, my dear self!&lt;br /&gt;Today has been quite a good day... Ms C didnt yell at me as I thought she would for not being born with an artistic talent, Ms H didnt yell at me for doing my 2-nite hw on the previous free period, and the song we're doing for the Senior Choir is Carribean! Ok, the lyrics absolutely suck, but it's different from the usual and I like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and started coming up with ideas for the costume party... cant decide between cupid, fairy, pregnant lady, bunny, and sick person. What do u think?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... thats pretty much all I can say so far!&lt;br /&gt; On da box - That Thing You Do (The Wonders)&lt;br /&gt;"I cant take you doing that thing you do..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110909382092212576?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110909382092212576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110909382092212576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110909382092212576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110909382092212576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-ho-lets-go_22.html' title='Hey ho, Lets Go!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110909362913025128</id><published>2005-02-22T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:33:49.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey ho, Lets Go!</title><content type='html'>Heya'll... *looks around and notices no ones there*&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Hello, my dear self!&lt;br /&gt;Today has been quite a good day... Ms C didnt yell at me as I thought she would for not being born with an artistic talent, Ms H didnt yell at me for doing my 2-nite hw on the previous free period, and the song we're doing for the Senior Choir is Carribean! Ok, the lyrics absolutely suck, but it's different from the usual and I like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and started coming up with ideas for the costume party... cant decide between cupid, fairy, pregnant lady, bunny, and sick person. What do u think?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... thats pretty much all I can say so far!&lt;br /&gt; On da box - That Thing You Do (The Wonders)&lt;br /&gt;"I cant take you doing that thing you do..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110909362913025128?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110909362913025128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110909362913025128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110909362913025128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110909362913025128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-ho-lets-go.html' title='Hey ho, Lets Go!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110849265751745027</id><published>2005-02-15T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:37:37.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Edwin McCain</title><content type='html'>You have no idea how hard it is for me to tell you these things when I want you to do the opposite... But it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the big parade when all the limelight fades&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The roar fades in the air like hope from a lover's prayer&lt;br /&gt;The light from my heart begins to rise&lt;br /&gt;And they said I couldn't love you and that it would never last&lt;br /&gt;She's just a crazy girl, just look at her past&lt;br /&gt;And they said I couldn't love you but that was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't love you more if I tried&lt;br /&gt;I was the lucky one, the one having all the fun&lt;br /&gt;Running into the sun, the party never ends&lt;br /&gt;You waited there for me so loving and patiently&lt;br /&gt;Shutting out sad words from your friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't own any armor and I might not be that brave&lt;br /&gt;You might be the one I rescue but I'll be the one you save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110849265751745027?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110849265751745027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110849265751745027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110849265751745027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110849265751745027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/edwin-mccain.html' title='Edwin McCain'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110807709575657540</id><published>2005-02-10T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:11:35.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>I was just about to start typing, but my dad's asking me to go take some heater thing somewhere... I'll be right back!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;No roses, no rolos, no nothing. Cest la vie! I shall expect something in June.&lt;br /&gt;W.B. Yeats rocks... he writes just like Vinicius de Moraes (the guy that wrote Girl from Ipanema, for those who are unfamiliar with brazilian literature)!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry... I hope you don't hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110807709575657540?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110807709575657540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110807709575657540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110807709575657540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110807709575657540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110779112032361991</id><published>2005-02-07T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T15:45:20.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost Uniform...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I lost my uniform... Believe it or not, thats why I never showed up at school!&lt;br /&gt;My parents are in England, so I called them at dinner time and mum said it was in my sister's bedroom... How was I supposed to know it was in there?! Oh well... another reason for mrs H to be mad at me. You know what? I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;Some italian guy called Marco said he's in love with me. Seriously? I just met you! Real love isnt like that...&lt;br /&gt;"Sister Hazel" is a nice band. Discovered them today.&lt;br /&gt;I miss surprises... nice ones, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa luv,&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;br /&gt;"And again, I'm all alone... and You're holding my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110779112032361991?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110779112032361991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110779112032361991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110779112032361991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110779112032361991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/lost-uniform.html' title='Lost Uniform...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110772276153127665</id><published>2005-02-06T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:46:01.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Creative Evangelism</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, Iv learned quite a lot...&lt;br /&gt;That Creative Evangelism Course rocked!&lt;br /&gt;Hey to Lucy and Junior!! :) (thx 4 cumin ovr!)&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice, long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a few decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to start my dance group until God tells me to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pray before I make my final decision of leaving school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best to do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with hiding behind words (not).&lt;br /&gt;I got to know some people better over these past weeks (You probably know who you all are) and I just want to say im sorry for what i thought of you before and thank you for giving me the chance to know u! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a well-known stranger: I wish you held my hand. I miss my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;To a well-known Father: Thank you for holding my hand. You make my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to wait 6 or 8 years... But I will if I must.&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110772276153127665?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110772276153127665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110772276153127665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110772276153127665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110772276153127665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/creative-evangelism.html' title='Creative Evangelism'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110745380549853744</id><published>2005-02-03T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:03:25.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>Today has been quite a nice day so far..&lt;br /&gt;Ms H didnt yell at me (wow!), I was too worried about stuff during the meeting with Mr Hewitt so now I have absolutely no idea of what the meeting was about and what I have to do... All I know is that there's gonna be something from 12:55 to 1:55 on the 16th. Yeah, thats it! Oh, and there's something with Queen's too... Yeah, thats about all I know! :)   ( I'm dead...)&lt;br /&gt;The debate today was crap... Cant believe we won!&lt;br /&gt;Today I had dinner at 4.&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a limo.&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched the man with the red bike pass by foot.&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't have Chemistry class.&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the proof that I went to the convent &lt;a href="file:////V//"&gt;\\V//&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pinkhippies.blogger.com.br/blog_convent.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110745380549853744?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110745380549853744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110745380549853744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110745380549853744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110745380549853744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110729426217713231</id><published>2005-02-01T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:44:22.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Nice surprise</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;Today is a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;A nice surprise towards the rise of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoy the music... if you want it turned off, just press "stop".&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt that be nice? I think it's too much for me though... I don't deserve all that.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110729426217713231?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110729426217713231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110729426217713231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110729426217713231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110729426217713231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/02/nice-surprise.html' title='Nice surprise'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110721335406813657</id><published>2005-01-31T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:15:54.066Z</updated><title type='text'>2 days!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, it will be exactly 1 year since I left Brazil...&lt;br /&gt;Am I glad? Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss it? Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Dont really know what else to say...&lt;br /&gt;Oppression ain't stronger than God, you know... And you know you're gonna end up losing anyway, so it's kinda stupid trying to win, huh?&lt;br /&gt;"We're alive, we are strong.&lt;br /&gt;We're a nation, we belong,&lt;br /&gt;let us all stand together in the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;No more darkness, no more night.&lt;br /&gt;We are children of the light!&lt;br /&gt;Let us all work together in the kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Whitecross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazillian hugs to you, dear stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110721335406813657?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110721335406813657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110721335406813657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110721335406813657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110721335406813657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/01/2-days.html' title='2 days!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110708039147068118</id><published>2005-01-30T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-30T10:19:51.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Answers, answers, answers!</title><content type='html'>I really shouldnt be here as I have an ICT coursework to do, but I just thought I'd pop in to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that this weekend has been one of the most surprising ones in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;I shall explain... (well, most of it, if you dont mind)&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I had a few arguments at school but at the end of the day, we were fine. We all apologised to each other, it.. was sooo.. beautiful!! Sob! (this has to be the worst verbal impersonation iv ever done!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right next to school there's a convent. It has to be said that it's the best looking convent I have ever seen... the building is simply beautiful. I remember a long long time ago I said to myself "One day, I'm gonna go in there and I'm gonna take loads of pictures so I know i can prove myself i really was there and it wasnt just a dream." Friday I did that. I walked in past the gates and the marvellous huge tree that stands in front of the building, went up the stairs and rang the bell. Curiously, all I heard was silence. "Maybe there's no one in at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the big wooden door was slightly opened so I pushed it carefully to check if there was anyone there.  Another door. "Look at all these statues! I wonder what that huge black cloack is for!"&lt;br /&gt;Behind the dark glass door, I noticed a shadow coming. "Finally..."&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be a very nice lady wearing a smile instead of the big fat frown I expected.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. I'm here to t-" and she pushed me right through the glass door, leading me to the main corridor of the convent. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you... I'm here to take a few pictures of the building for a portfolio I'm making, if you dont mind. Is that ok?"&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly to me, she welcomed me and lead me to the chapel... "Are the lights ok? Do you need this? Would you like any help?" (She's such a nice lady!)&lt;br /&gt;After taking a few pictures, she led me to the garden and wished me a good day and thanked me for coming. (She THANKED me for interrupting her and disrupting the atmosphere with my camera flashes!)&lt;br /&gt;She really IS a very nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the Convent of Mercy, I headed to McDonald's for a job application. I arrived with a "fiver" in my pocket and a rumble in my stomach. I walked up to the counter. "I'm going to ask for an application form." but instead, "May I have a Big Tasty meal, please?"&lt;br /&gt;I took the paper bag and walked out. So what if I was too scared to ask for a an application form?&lt;br /&gt;Feet? Sore.&lt;br /&gt;Hands? Freezing.&lt;br /&gt;Head? Lost.&lt;br /&gt;I got home to a cosy bed and a nice dvd. Got changed, ate, and watched the dvd. At the same time, of course. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then I slept. Got up to find out I wanst going to Cookstown for the Bible study... it wouldnt fit in the car. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went up town to buy velcro.  Got home with a new bag, a new hat, a new pendant, and of course, the velcro. Turns out my idea to put velcro in front of my top to change what it said everytime I used it wasnt such a good idea. Oh well! Cest la vie.&lt;br /&gt;"2:55! I'm late for the prayer meeting!"&lt;br /&gt;I walked up the drop-in stairs to find 4 angry faces. I had the key.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer meeting was wonderful. I couldnt imagine so much could happen in so little time!&lt;br /&gt;God really IS moving.&lt;br /&gt;Then the leftovers of thought were taken by a good friend. I know what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, good news. A surprise to me, to her and to all of us. Well, maybe not to me, as I suspected such fact, but I really didnt expect it to happen this way! Congratulations, sis. I'll be praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;Another Bible study. I DID attend this one. I wonder how God gets His patience from...&lt;br /&gt;A cup of Coca-Cola, a fairy cake, and a coreography. Needless to say, my stomach wasnt very happy with that...&lt;br /&gt;"Daaaaaaaad!! Stevie's here!!"&lt;br /&gt;Now, we were all at Stevie Dobson's house. Looks a bit like the house mum built in The Sims.&lt;br /&gt;Food! My stomach was better.&lt;br /&gt;Photos! My mind was better.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all went to a bigger room to play a game called "Cranium" or something like that. That was really good...&lt;br /&gt;Lucas drooled. We laughed. He blushed.&lt;br /&gt;David drooled. We laughed again. He also blushed.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;I was home, I was changed, I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Opened my Bible to discover that God was answering our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that thing about that boy? Who cares? I'm not a priority to myself. Not at the moment, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, surrendered to my habits, and sat down here.&lt;br /&gt;It was 8:42, according to my pc's clock.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 10:16.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still typing...&lt;br /&gt;"Psychodelic Super Jesus" playing.&lt;br /&gt;Care to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110708039147068118?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110708039147068118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110708039147068118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110708039147068118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110708039147068118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/01/answers-answers-answers.html' title='Answers, answers, answers!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469529.post-110695135876915136</id><published>2005-01-28T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T10:00:18.020Z</updated><title type='text'>So it commences...</title><content type='html'>Iv started inumerous blogs... but I'll try my best to keep this one!&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone to hear me out at any time. Not that God doesnt, but I need a stranger to hear my silence.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for lying.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for enduring what I thought we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being what I expected my enemies to be.&lt;br /&gt;"You know Im talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalia Lara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10469529-110695135876915136?l=natlara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/feeds/110695135876915136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10469529&amp;postID=110695135876915136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110695135876915136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10469529/posts/default/110695135876915136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natlara.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-it-commences.html' title='So it commences...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248699557527847587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
