thenatstory.com: September 2006

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Garbage In Garbage Out. IT dizzles.

Everyone should try stuffing their mouth with the biggest scoop of ice cream EVERRR at least once in a lifetime.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Bindi Irwin's Speech On Her Dad.

Quite a speech by Steve Irwins only daughter.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Moon Cake Fest pics.

i confirm to everyone in the above pics that these are the clearest evn after the 134235 times.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Wrong Conversation In the Wrong Place.

Its so saddening that some people are education each other about prostitutes when i am pretty sure they do not have fully bright ideas on what it is all about. Over heard this conversation in the library the other day and i thought that the guy should be shameful of himself. Took place in between two male students who were both younger than me. For your information, they werent' together. I doubt they know each other too.

Shameful Guy : Eh, do you know what prostitutes are?

Poor Guy : (looks up from book) Huh? Oh, erm no. Whats that. (puts down book)

Shameful : You really dont know arh? Omg.

Poor Guy : double blink.

Shameful Guy : Prostitutes are women who get paid to sleep with men.

Poor Guy : Why have to pay? Just sleep la.

Shameful : No, they have another level of sleeping. They do more things.

Poor Guy : Ha?

Shameful : Its okay. Just dont become a giggolo.

Poor Guy : Whats that?

Shameful : Guys who get paid to sleep with women.

Poor Guy : Orh. (but i fully doubt he understands)

Walked away to get a reference book. They stopped when i came back. I thought it was all over until i heard this :-

Shameful : What perfume does your sister or mother use? (wth is wrong with him!)

Poor Guy : I dunno orh? Why?

Shameful : When girl use nice perfume ar, that means they want to sleep with men.I dont know orh. Why?

Poor Guy : Har. I thought perfume all nice one.

Shameful : Nono. You dont get me. You see..

I snapped my book and walked away, raged with annoyance. people spreading knowledge in which they are not very clear of themselves. so wrong.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Gifts For Life.

To come to think of it, I have only one fond birthday celebration. or maybe two. and both were during my earlier years as a young little girl who had yet to reach adolescence.

there was this birthday where my favourite Barbie was dressed in my birthday cake and the other one was when i celebrated the Big Day in Mcdonalds with close frirends and got invited into their 8454654m widefreezer.

or maybe it was the time when i received mountains of presents.

i have lost track since when i begun to think presents were a threat or an insult. i used to think that friends only gave me presents because they thought i woud be fumed if they did not. or I would think to myself and ask if im a greedy young girl. Because if not for these reasons - why are these people so nice to me? Why would they take the hassle to buy me presents? Am i materialistic?. Question I would often ask myself.

Although i know deep down that it might have never crossed their mind, i've always stopped them from buying me gifts for my birthday. Especially close friends. They would not understand why. Some would laugh at me and thought of me weirdly, seeing every girl loves gifts. Dont they?

But. they would obey and just come to my celebration for the sake of coming - empty handed. I dont mind, i really dont. Even if it has been a couple of times one of two came up saying, "I bought u a present but its in my house" or "Your gift rotting at home already la", none of them are in my hands now.

Now, its not long before i realise that presents are quite important. Not because i get to be showered with new goodies. They can stay as a statue of memory if in future the friendship becomes distant. I have begun to stray far from a few old friends now whom up to date never gave me anything in memory of the friendship. Why is this?

Take for instance, Amanda Chaang used to shower me with small gifts. But where are they now? The waste lodge? Its because all she gave me were candies and other concoctions. All that is left is the keychain she bought for me for my birthday. And i cannot bring myself to use it.

I mean, its the only solid gift from her. What if i lose it?

(maybe something like a mini egg frying pan works!)

But one is better than nothing.

There was this time i received a cellphone chain from a friend from my friend for my birthday. I was quite happy, really. Because this friend didnt seem like someone who would go around looking for gifts. I got dissapointed later on because i found out Anonymous was only getting me one whilst buying for his/her crush.

But its okay, everytime i open my drawer it reminds me of Anonymous.

I am beginning to regret stopping my friends from giving me gifts.

Because now, there is nothing in my house that reminds me of them anymore.

Suddenly had the urge to write this because a friend just gave me a really pretty file with a card in it. And i begun to start thinking, since when did the people around me give me something out of the blue - for no specific reason?

Thanks anyways.

edit : omgifoundtheGIFTOFTHEDAYformyself. its Siti Nurhaliza's performance in the Royal Albert Hall. Damn crystal clear her voice wei!

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Kodak Moments.

Aching Egg.

came back from Tesco Ampang the other day and whilst i was unloading the eggs into the fridge, i found a cracked egg. it has been one of my many odd wishes to fiddle with raw egg yolks.

So..

But..

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Dream To Afterlife.

omg abit irrelevant la, but Jess this is the best I can do already. = (

you see, Jess and I made it a point to do an essay once or more once in two weeks. You know, in order to improve our writing skills. Titles will be set alternatively by both of us, and this time - its Dream. I dont know how is this relevant to dreaming but omg JUST TAKE IT LA.

LOL.

So here it is - my version of "Dream". Check out Jess' by clicking here (as soon as she posts)

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CRASH.

Suddenly, I felt so numb. My brain played my living days like a film. All the scenes were only there for 0.001 miliseconds but its amazing how I could recognize them. I slowly gathered myself after a few hundred, with that pain in my spine. Stood up, finding myself on the pedestrian road. How is it that i am looking at my own sleeping body? Is this a dream? I shoke my head lightly, in order to clear my thoughts. Instead of investigating my body that was lying down motionlessly there anymore, I carried on my journey.

But what journey could it be, when I do not have a destination?

I continued walking and walking as if my mind was taking hold. I reached this flight of stairs. There was a signboard, it says "Life After Death". I giggled at it and wanted to know further more - being the curious November child. Slowly descending from the top, i found a feast at the bottom of the stairs.

Two people who looked funny in a Haloween costume greeted me. "Hello, Natalie. This is where your dreams belong." I stared at them for a few seconds before realising that these strangers actually know me. Again, I giggled because I remembered how E.T greeted me the same way when i was in Disneyland years ago. Maybe its just technology, I thought.

As i made my entrance in the hall, everybody bowed down 45 degrees and it was as if the feast was prepared just for me. The lights were dimmed down and creepy songs were aired by the lady DJ who was in a shining black cloak. Right in the centre stage, there was a table - meant for 3 person.

I blinked my eyes once, twice. I thought i saw my name in full right at the centre spot. Walking further down the red carpet, I begun to realise that this party is themed. Everything was bloody red. As soon as i was just a few steps away from the seat that was prepared for me, everyone in the hall put me into a pause. The two guards who greeted me earlier came rushing in and said

"Madam, this place can only be engaged to you if only you promise to abide to the rules of Life After Death. If you take a single bite out of any of the dishes served, it means you are prepared to face the circumstances set for you ahead. But if you dont, you will be sent to a place where your soul will be diminished forever. Boohem"

Boohem? What does that mean? I laughed straight at their faces as they were talking like this whole thing IS for real. Their faces never gave any emotions. It may be the thick make up, i thought.

Ignoring their words, I headed to the food. It was just heavenly. But all the servings were red in colour too. Bloodshot red. I scanned my eyes through the whole table. Why are all these food so weird, too? Chicken was served with blood topped all over, broccoli was chopped into shaped of dead trees, even ice cream was topped of with tomato icing? I nearly walked away until I finally saw the perfect normal dish - Steak with mushroom sauce!

I brought it to my table and took a bite out of it. Before chewing in my second bite, the whole scene shuffled itself to another unfamiliar place. The walls broke down silently, enveloping the tables and chairs. Suddenly, the room turned into a small hall. I was kneeling down, chained - my steak missing, too!

An old man in boots appeared infront of my eyes and ordered that i took the punishment. What punishment? "Punishment for all you did before death."

but im not dead?

Very much later, I was brought to a mansion. Stepping in, I instantly felt heat. I realise it was fire I was stepping on. The guards stopped at the entrance and threw me in. Not knowing what to do, I seeked for help - with a burning feet that i was still able to keep up with. I was told that I had to run up the 23 flights of stairs of the Ladder of Volcanic Mercury, walk over a 3 kilometre branch that was put high up above boiling water and many more tasks that has to do with high temperatures.

Slowly, I took 3 days 2 nights to finish things completely. The steps of L.O.V.M were 100 cm - each, heightwise. Completing everything, I was transported into a familiar hall. The same hall where i was sentenced the punishment for every selfish thing i have done before death.

And it was only until then I realised that i was really dead.

The old man who was in boots earlier came in vision and said " You have now completed all your deserved punishment. Now go." The same old Haloween costumed guards came in and sent me away. This time to another new scene.

It wasnt long until i realised that this is heaven. Seeing the bright green trees, glimmering pebbles that formed an aisle to another flight of stairs. Afterlifes are full of stairs, I thought. Apple tree were plated golden. Birds were in human form - namely Angels. Rainbows were everywhere. There was no sign on gloomy colours.

This time there was another signplate. It said "Stairways to a New Life". I took it seriously this time. I knew if i took this flight of stairs, I would forget everything that happened before life.

Slowly I gave in.

I ate the servings that were served on the table without any doubt and was then brought to luxurious service by the guardian angels. All these were the last things that my soul could enjoy before turning into nothing but nothing.

It was then only i knew, that there would always be a hard time before the good times.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Bye Bye.

k youit felt like it was only a week since i got you in my hands.

you were something new to me as i have never really felt anything like you. i never really got to give u a nickname like how many other people would to theirs. maybe because i never really bothered to. i only went to you when i was bored or when i couldnt seem to wake myself up in the morning. oftenly, i would nudge your back and see if you are awake too.

but now things are different.

you are gone. forever.

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with your eyes open O.O i wonder if you have eyelids.

and

er

i dont know how to bury you.

bye bye Hermit Crab. i knew you would go one day soon but i thought water was sufficient enough marh.

= (

p/s : Regarding my previous post about jealousy, I think i didnt get to convey my "polite" message to the readers. So, here it goes -- its not meant to be a vain post. *faints to the lot who came asking me "Who's jealous of you?"* and the person will remain anonymous. Haha.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Mutual Conversation.

my friends and I went for a little gathering. we meet everyday in school but chitchats till the extend where conversations crawl in our innerself seldom come by. so halfway dining, we decided to play a little game of truth.

we had to talk about each other. 3 positive and negative attitudes about the rest. then it will be our own turn to describe ourselves, 3 positives negative respectfully too. this routine ate up so much of our time as we got to know each other better. slowly, we found out what was there to be changed and the attitude that should remain.

frankly, all of us were pretty grateful that we were quite honest about each other. each accepted facts well and the best part? none of us were angry - the way it should be.

so i guess sometimes you people could do this once in a while, shower your friends with frustrations and compliment thats been grounded within you. its very mutual. and at least we dont have to come to blogger.com or something and vent about Person #1 or StupidBreadMan #2.

you will be surprised how much they understand about themselves and most importantly, thats when the shadow of a true friend comes to shore. they tell you about how much they hate it when u burp loudly, or how unindependant you are.

try it :D

lets go your anger.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Somebody Is Very Jealous Of Me.

Somebody is very jealous of me.

I know it. You know yourselve very well too.

I understand how much of an almost perfect life i live, how many close friends i have who i can go to to have a couple of chitchats, and also how wonderful each and every minute of my life is.

But why are you SO VERY JEALOUS of me?

I am 101% you will be reading this because you want to know more about me, and be more jealous :D Well, my dear stalker this will just make you suffer more dreadfully because every post will be about how my life is again coloured by people around me.

Oh, i think i know why.

thats because you cannot take pictures without looking like you are attempting a hideous sexy look. omg this is so funny. or maybe none of your friends are not sporting enough to take pictures like mine in the previous posts?

But i think theres another reason too.

YOU ARE RAGING WITH JEALOUSY.

but im happy with it.

Adult contenting my pictures wouldnt stop me from being this vain. Maybe my pictures are too old for you as you have yet to mature into this status where your parents let you out and have camwhoring moments with friends. I feel for you, darling. But not enough to make you less jealous.

Eh why la you want to kacau my pictures?

TOO jealous is it?

omgthisisveryfunnybecauseineverthoughtsomeonewouldbejealousofme.

oh well.

toodles, sweetheart.

Be more jealous of me okay! It boosts my self esteem you know.

*double kiss*

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Weird People Doing Normal Stuff.

three of us were waiting for some girlfriends to finish shopping so we thought, why not? yes lah, got a few of weirdos think we are funny, weird, look like alien etc. but its just for the heck of Lord Camshots right? so finally we had the queens coming back to us, and two more company for one family portrait!

(actually we stood there for 7 minutes lor. that kind passerby didnt know how to use the camera only. double sigh. we thought she took alot somemore. geram)

nothing more. Cheese and Whiskers, dont be upset we took pictures before you and I did okay. so heres my post of the day. very generous already okay!

p/s : OMG THE SHIP VERY CUN LOR. they have that press-a-bell-for-service gadget. :D

(oklah i know alot of places have, let me syok sendiri can or not?)

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Drafted Dreams.

my English teacher was wearing an orange tudung today. it is then i realised, i was more into her outfits everyday rather than what she tries to reach out. really. this is not about my lost of vocab thing (refer to previous post), its just that her orange tudung made me wander into another world.

It wasnt long until i realised so.

Ever wondered how would it feel like, to step in a world of blemishing orange leaves and earth? the sun would give us a ray of light like how it never did. Imagine yourself entering a door, stepping into an orange log. Scaring away a rare frog of the same colour, you are amazed by what you see.

Orange mists drift by. Shouldnt this environment be heaty? But no, I feel strangely chilly in here. I collected my other leg behind and stepped forward. I felt nearly chocked by a . But how is it that i feel blended in a crowd when there isnt a single soul in sight?

I looked left, saw an orange leaf. I kneeled down and plucked it off its orange branch. This is an odd tone of orange. Elegantly golden with a hint of brown glitter. Reminds me of a good American breakfast, somehow.

Walking deeper into this strange world, my eyes finally find brown. I feel colder in here, but why is it that i am sweating? I stood in the middle of the whole orangebrown world's platform. Both my eyes felt pressured. I see orange left, brown on the right.

I see a huge tree standing alone far into Brown.

I walked towards it, picking up a few steps..

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CLICK.

someone wakes me up from my dream.

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.

cheese and whiskers.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Nama Saya.

You know, I came in this school as this angmoh - as addressed bymygrandma YEARS ago because i ddint know how to speak in any chinese dialects. I had this adictive craving for books and won runner ups for a few storytelling competitions held in school. Really. I thought that was where my English would take off for greater heights.

I remember how i walked to and fro infront of my house gate when i was in preschool, highlighting sentences in a storybook. Summarizing the story about Anne and her snake, i I was very happy join and eager to win every single competiion. Telling the same old story.

The language was at its best when I was in Secondary One, i think. I read my previous blog hosted by Tripod years ago. Despite my super S', Z',X',liaoz, and loh manner, I was pretty surprised by the words i used to describe things. I could barely understand what i was blogging about without using a dictionary.

But hey, where did all my vocabulary go? Who sucked it all out of my head?

Soon I got to realise that it is my environment that brings me here today. I rarely dialect in English anymore when i am in school because theres nearly nobody to practise it with. Not in my class at least. I know how much my classmates plead and beg for me to speak the language with them as to improve theirs. Maybe it is somehow my fault that i refuse to. But who could blame me? I mean, I could not speak their version of English and they cannot speak mine. Not that it has a variety but, you know - just, types of English.

I speak Malaysian English. They speak directly translated ones from other dialects. So somehow when i speak to them, I feel so bad that I cannot communicate with them in Mandarin. So,Cantonese it is. But this is bringing me to a point where i am losing control of my speech.

Eversince Amanda left for Sayfol, there wasnt a need to speak English everyday anymore. There wasnt a chance. Now she comes talking me and questioning what has become of my second language, and i dont know what to give in reply. This is really upsetting.

Im sorry if any of my classmates are here, I do not mean to insult you. Its just that i cannot bring myself to speak to you in other languages because Cantonese is was we used to communicate at first chat, right? I know some friends whom i know could speak Cantonese as fluently as I could (chewah!) but we still do not "lei hou ma?" each other.

I have no idea what to do to improve myself already. It seems that i shall stick at this stage and that i could go no further. Reading is not an option anymore, not a favoured one at least.

But, there is always a but. (hello Jess)

My mandarin has improved tremendously :D My grandparents should be very pleased with this. I have begun to understand more Chinese characters and catching some mandarin subtitled foreign movie is not such a big problem already. At least i can identify words like, "ni" "wo" "qu" and all. Well,what do you know. Mix and match and there you go! The meaning somewhere around there one lah. I mean, how hard can it be right?

Wrong.

The subtitles simply go to fast for me to catch. Malay English okay la, that one i damn pro one okay! (praise abit)

Aiyah lunch time.

Bye.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Yikes To Crikes.

I am devastated.

I am very devastated.

I am very very devastated.

Steve Irwin died. For you mindless people who havent been watching AnimalP, hes the famouse crocodile hunter. My all time favourite wildlife expeditor. Always I looked up to him, tackling reptiles with this catchword - "Crikey Crikey". He was killed by a stingray while filming an underwater documentary. Dying at the age of 44. Thats so sad.

Tribute to the bravest ever tel