<?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-8728069</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:41:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly me to the moon and back</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rooney</name><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' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-116230904551706124</id><published>2006-10-31T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:37:25.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALAALSALSK</title><content type='html'>HI! (:  IM SICK OF BLOGGER! im using livejournal now. &lt;a href="http://orangelies.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://orangelies.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should try LJ too!  but im keeping this blog, for the sake of memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyy GO SEE MY NEW BLOG GOO SEE GO SEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-116230904551706124?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/116230904551706124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=116230904551706124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/116230904551706124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/116230904551706124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/10/lalaalsalsk.html' title='LALAALSALSK'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115694326733593359</id><published>2006-08-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T06:07:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN AGAINNNN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ive got a new skin againnnn!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MY SKIN NICE RIGHT!?!??!!? HAHA. I dont even blog, i just keep changing my skin :D oh yeah, blogkins.com suckszzzzZzZz .its so full of ah lian templates. go &lt;a href="http://www.blogger-templates.blogspot.com"&gt;www.blogger-templates.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; instead! the templates there are nicer and simpler, and have bigger writing space, you dont have to scroll here scroll there to read, unlike those microscopic ones which measures 5 by 5 cm. ha. i was actually thinking of using the tropical dream one instead of this travel one. but i realised that the tropical dream one is a little bimbotic, so i chose this! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cute what! NICE RIGHT NICE RIGHT NICE RIGHT!!!!! I LURBZzZZZ ItZz!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115694326733593359?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115694326733593359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115694326733593359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115694326733593359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115694326733593359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-skin-againnnn.html' title='NEW SKIN AGAINNNN!!'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115314498912574307</id><published>2006-07-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:03:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go eat shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;go eat shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is veryyyy outdated. its about the zidane heat-butt thing. I THINK ZIDANE ROCKSSS!!!!! MATERAZZI DESERVES IT, THAT JERK!  yay i support zidane alllll thhheeee wayyyyy :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  LA PASSIONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omg i miss it so much! i wanna go back to VT!  im waiting for amanda to send me the pictures then i will post them up. OH MAN VT IS REALLY REALLY FUN OK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday night, just before our performance, my fellow dancers and i were in the holding area. then olivia ng started running to us and telling us that she found this really creepy paper. she found the paper in the drawer in our dressing room. dressing room 5. it was folded, so out of curiousity, she went to open it.  the words were written in red ink. IT WAS DAMN DAMN SCARY. she run up again and showed us the paper.  i didnt dare to read but i cant help myself! so i glanced a bit. i still remember. the first line was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-sits in a circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-hold hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*then something something somehting. i cant remember*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-calling for joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-are you in this room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-yes i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMGGGGGG SO SCARY LA! THEN ALL OF US WERE CROWDING AROUND THE PAPER. MS NUNIS SAW and she took the paper. she assured us that everything is going to be ok. then she lead a prayer. its those past dancers who were in the same room as us! they go play the GAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE DRESSING ROOM 5! ITS SO SPACIOUS. ITS LIKE THE BIGGEST DRESSING ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VT VT COME BACK TO MEEEEE. I WANT TO RELIVE THAT WHOLE EXPERIENCE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115314498912574307?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115314498912574307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115314498912574307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115314498912574307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115314498912574307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-eat-shit.html' title='go eat shit'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115242098614493726</id><published>2006-07-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:05:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;AIYAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't watch the match last nightt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ))))))))))))0: i couldn't get up. my father came into my room to wake me up but i just shook him off. but i know who won!! YAY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GERMANY WON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i mean, of course la! portugal no chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya last night i dreamt that i forgot to watch the final match, italy vs france. then i was so sad. i went around asking ppl to tell me who won and whats the score. BUT NOBODY WANT TO TELL MEEEE! HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okok i predict that france will win. hohohohohno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAKAKAKKAKAKAKAKKAKAKAKAKKAKAKAAAKAKAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/kakakaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/kakaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/kaka_svadba_Caroline_Celicova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT HES MARRIED!!!!! AND CAROLINE IS SO PRETTYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115242098614493726?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115242098614493726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115242098614493726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115242098614493726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115242098614493726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/07/aiya.html' title='AIYA'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115236155518251758</id><published>2006-07-08T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T05:25:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GERMANY VS PORTUGAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GERMANY VS PORTUGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yayy!!! I CANT WAIT TO WATCH THE MATCH LATER! i think germany's gonna win. lemme show you what i predict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: FRANCE&lt;br /&gt;2nd: ITALY&lt;br /&gt;3rd: GERMANY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE KAKA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115236155518251758?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115236155518251758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115236155518251758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115236155518251758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115236155518251758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-vs-portugal.html' title='GERMANY VS PORTUGAL'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115116851960265938</id><published>2006-06-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:10:14.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;people singinggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was bathing just now, i heard someone singing, or rather, yodeling. HAHA. so funny ok!&lt;br /&gt;he sounded like a mat. :D, like EhHhEeHhEEHHhhEhH. aiya. i dont know how to describe. my mom also heard it and she asked me," eh. got hear the person singing?" then she started to laugh to herself. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the person thinks that other ppl cannot hear. last time li lao shi say sound travel upwards and that when we are singing loudly, thinking nobody can hear us, people from upstairs can actually hear us very clearly! I WAS SO SHOCKED TO HEAR THAT OK!! so embarassing!!!!HAHA. i have a habit of singing REALLY LOUDLY when im bathing and when nobody else is at home. shit la, ppl from upstairs can recognise my fake mariah carey/mandy moore/bon jovi voice alr! HAHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoodsy say my voice dont sound sweet! hahahaa. is my voice very deep? i recorded my voice and heard it on a tape before. it sounds HORRIBLEE!! FROM THE 'H' TO THE DOUBLE 'E'!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;cos cos cos eveybody thinks that their voice actually sounds like THAT, it sounds truly like THIS. i watched this science show before and they say that our voice dosent actually sound like what we think it is. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115116851960265938?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115116851960265938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115116851960265938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115116851960265938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115116851960265938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-singing.html' title='people singing'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115061733609771932</id><published>2006-06-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:58:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;FATTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this blog skin is my inspiration to blog. if i don't blog, i will feel so guilty. i shouldn't let my blogskin downn. HOHOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHHHHH! URGH. HAHAHAIAOHA. I JUST RECEIVED A VIRUS FROM JX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang nok mai shin so kai says:&lt;br /&gt;check out this pic of you on myspace! &lt;a href="http://p1392.pic-myspace.info"&gt;http://p1392.pic-myspace.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I CLICKED ON ITTTT!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a pic the asses took on our way to cine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/DSCF1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHH. LOOK AT MY LEGS! i look anorexic :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anywayyyyy,,,, IM GONNA BE SO FATT!!!! IM GONNA EAT SO MUCH THINGS THIS WEEK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-im going my aunt's house later for gathering=loads of food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-im going out to eat with my family tomorrow cos ITS MY BDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-i have a date with the chilli monkeys on tuesday after CCA at blk 85 for bar chor mee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-im going ritz carlton for seafood buffet on friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLUS PLUS PLUS. i ate so much junk food during the asses's movie marathon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya, i tried to suck on the raw spaghetti like what chrys and max did. NOT NICE ONE LOR! no taste one. i threw it away immediately :0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye bye. i shall go bathe now.I STINK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115061733609771932?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115061733609771932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115061733609771932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115061733609771932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115061733609771932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/06/fat.html' title='FAT'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115054229923775389</id><published>2006-06-17T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T04:04:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;funny shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/olibaba%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i look like shit here but HAHAIAOHHIHA ITS FUNNY. yoodsy made this with her CD thingy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115054229923775389?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115054229923775389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115054229923775389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115054229923775389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115054229923775389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-shit.html' title='funny shit'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-115045711991861793</id><published>2006-06-16T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:58:29.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;WHEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! i love this skin sooo muchhhhhhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. oh yeah. asswipers had a movie marathon-sleepover form monday to tuesday at becky's house. i think i gained weight. ): we ate so much junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR. I DONT KNOW WHY I CANNOT UPLOAD THE PICTURES UP. I THINK MY COM IS LOUSY. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad this skin cannot have the comment box thingy cos i like.im gonna get a tagboard soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-115045711991861793?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/115045711991861793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=115045711991861793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115045711991861793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/115045711991861793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/06/wheeee_16.html' title='WHEEEE'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-114840237850520339</id><published>2006-05-23T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:39:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEIHEIHEOHEEHHO</title><content type='html'>WAHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know why i haven't been updating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i have a life!!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEIHEIHEOHEEHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway horzZzZ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotzZz OrF ThiiNGzZ HapPenedZ LOrZz. AlSo DuNchZz nOeSZ WhEre To STartZ lARXz&lt;br /&gt;nExT TYmEzz thEn i TEl eUUzZZx, LuBxzX EuUzxZ\WiorzXzZzZxxZxXzXxZxZXz~!~@~!~!@~@~~!~!~!~!~?~?!~!~///`1`1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-114840237850520339?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/114840237850520339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=114840237850520339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/114840237850520339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/114840237850520339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/05/heiheiheoheehho.html' title='HEIHEIHEOHEEHHO'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-114243389756697161</id><published>2006-03-15T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:44:57.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are sporty (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;we are sporty (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the asswipers went out to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max, chrys, becky and i went to my aunt's condo to play tennis today. we weren't exactly really good players. ok. to tell you the truth, we were really lousy.  my aunt and her squash friends were observing us, and we were so embarrassed because we spent more time picking up tennis balls than actually playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those tennis stars make tennis look so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tennis, we thought it would be fun to go to gym. initially, i thought that we would just stay there for around 20-30 minutes. we ended up staying in gym for an hour. time pass so fast when you are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max spent most of her time on the treadmill. i tried a little of everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even tried the dumbells. sometimes, when it is too heavy, people will naturally groan. my momsy told me that there was one time when a guy groan while he was lifting the dumbells, the middle-aged woman beside him went out immediately and complained to the security guard the guy sexually harrassed her. WHAT RUBBISH! momsy said that people who live in condo loves complaining. complain. complain. complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this, becky and i went to the mama shop to buy chips, and gained back all those fats we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;cliques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my class is 3/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are different cliques in my class. once january is over, and once everybody is settled, people will start to fall into the different categories. cool, quite cool, average or nerd. let me name you the different cliques in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we have the cool clique. most of them were ex 2/5vers. they are cool because the clique consists of people who are quite popular. and, they are cool because they are cool. i mean, you can always tell if a person is cool or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we have the quite cool clique, which is MY clique. (:  we are quite cool because IM in it. soon, we will be very cool! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is the 2/6 clique. they are quite cool too and consists of mostly ex 2/6ers. most of the people there are nice and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fourth clique is the nice-people clique. they came from various classes and are really really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we have the nerd clique. they came from different classes too and are usually the ones eager to hand in homework and are attentive in class. but, too bad, they are still in 3/5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, we have those people who aren't categorised at all. perhaps they like to be alone. perhaps people just don't like them. perhaps they are loner-wannabes. WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cool people+quite cool people+ex 2/6ers+nice people+nerd = 3/5! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of the year, i thought i was going to hate 3/5 because most of my friends are not in that class. but, guess what? i like 3/5 now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-114243389756697161?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/114243389756697161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=114243389756697161' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/114243389756697161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/114243389756697161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-are-sporty.html' title='we are sporty (:'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-113907286161158050</id><published>2006-02-04T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T09:07:41.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how was your chinese new year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how was your chinese new year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on chinese new year eve, i went to Coca to have reunion dinner with my family. then we went to clarke quay. we actually wanted to go to IndoChine, but my auntie complained that there was no live band or anything in there, so we ended up eating ice cream and drinking alcohol at the quayside. (which made us look very loserish.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of chinese new year, i went to my aunt's house. we stayed there for quite a while, liting and i were playing goldfish when is was time for us to go to my father's uncle house. the others moved on to my gramp's house. the visit to my father's uncle's house was not as fun, because we were not close to them. my sister and i were just sitting on the sofa, entertaining ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most fun part of the day was at night! my family and my relatives went to watch i not stupid too. we had such a marvellous time! it was a great movie, but had several sad parts. my 10 year old cousin, who was sitting beside me, sniffed and gulped the last part through. i didn't even drop a single tear! that's because i'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day of new year, we had a gathering at my other aunt's house. my cousin (who is studying in aussie and came back for a while) told us stories from her school and imitated her funny hongky's friends' accents. it was really really funny. we had so much fun with her. ( by the way, i am so so so so extremely sorry for not sending her off at the airport on tuesday. i couldn't make it on time. curses!) the others played mahjong, then decided to have a mahjong sleepover! initially, i didn't know how to play, but after the sleepover, my knowledge on mahjong expanded! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we had a gathering at our house. i played mahjong for a while, and won 20 cents! beginner's luck. i then moved on to blackjack. it was so fun, because i kept winning. i won about 30 dollars!!! it's a lot for me. i was a happy yaya at that time, busy counting my winnings. 30 DOLLARS! ha! the next gathering is at my aunt's house. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;money money come to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113907286161158050?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113907286161158050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113907286161158050' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113907286161158050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113907286161158050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-was-your-chinese-new-year.html' title='how was your chinese new year?'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-113811900938584001</id><published>2006-01-24T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T03:05:06.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp CORRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;camp CORRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week ago at this time,i was hastily packing my bag, getting ready for camp because we had to arrive in school at the oh-so-early 6:45am the next day.one week later,which is now, i am writing about my experiences in the camp, and whining about going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRING ME BACK TO CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived quite late on wednesday morning. i was clutching my chinese project, looking for maxine so we can hand up together. we passed it to ms raju and she helped us pass it to li lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride was interesting. my buddy, denise, and i were yakking to each other non-stop. we slept really little, unlike rachel and melanie, who were sleeping like logs. they slept through almost the whole journey. how can they sleep so much?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a break at this supermarket place and everybody were grabbing sticks of bubblegum, especially wing yan. she grabbed so much!! dozens of them! greediness is a sin,wing yan. melanie bought 2 sticks and i took one from her. my bubbles are the best, man! i can blow really huge bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 11-or-so hours of travelling, we arrived at jerantut hill resort and found out that we would be sleeping in a chalet. it was tiny for my group of 13 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class did abseiling and cave exploration the next day. abseiling was scary at first, but i conquered my fears, and went down in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cave exploration was extremely cool. it was very dark inside but very windy. we walked and talked until we reach this drop-off. it was very high and rachel wanted to GO DOWN AND CHECK at first. i wonder what will happen if she really did. we were sort-of trapped. it was either the drop-off or this very very dark hole on the left side. the guiders in front were too fast, so we waited. 1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes, 7 minutes... we saw a light of hope! it was from the torch of one of the guiders. hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we got back, our track pants and shoes were covered with mud, especially mine. it became brown converse shoes, the 'latest fashion'. we wanted to bathe so badly. so denise, rachel, melanie and i borrowed su an's room to bathe. ahhh! the joy of feeling and being clean. but there were consequences. we were 10 minutes late for the assembly and were punished to wash our roomate's -literally- dirty laundry. oh well, at least we were clean. we scrubbed and washed their shoes and let it out to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, they weren't dried by the next morning. (in fact, mine was STILL not dried when i reached home.) anyway, we wore the other pair of shoes we brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did canopy-walk, 4 hours of trekking and rapid-shooting on friday. for canopy-walk, it was walking on bridges through the beautiful forests. actually, we did not even had time to look at the trees, we were too busy concentrating on walking and holding on to out 'sea master' bottles. i fell once when we were trekking. ONCE, on my butt.  rapid-shooting was next! guess what it is! it was this activity where we ride on a boat and 'shoot' water at each other! before we even reached our destination, rachel, mel, denise and i were already soaking wet. we were splashing water at the people behind us and they were throwing bucketfuls of water back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire started around 9 or 10 and it was kind of rushy because we had a train to catch. our train back to singapore. i love campfire!!! jing yin taught everybody this loser cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;loser, loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2-D loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3-D loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;small loser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;big loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bigger loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;welcome to loser land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;total population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;double loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cool, right? by the way, my class won the best improved class award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey back was not fun at all. mainly because i dreaded going back and partly because the train seat was so uncomfortable. plus, denise took up a lot space when she curled up her body and i was trying to jerk her off or wake her up with a cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was officially over when i stepped out of the school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113811900938584001?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113811900938584001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113811900938584001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113811900938584001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113811900938584001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/01/camp-corri.html' title='camp CORRI'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-113665843980376264</id><published>2006-01-07T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:34:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mona lisa smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;mona lisa smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/mona%20lisa%20smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mona lisa smile is a great movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the 1950s,american women lived by the belief that they were borned with roles to fill. to them, being successful was marrying off,have children and lead a perfect housewife's life. one day, an art history professor arrived at the prestigious wellesley college and changed everything. she enlightened her students and taught them to look beyond images.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/stiles-dunst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;julia stiles and kirsten dunst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking of movies,max,becky,chrys and i had a fantastic movie marathon last december! we watched 8 movies altogether.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-monsters inc (max's brother,raphael,wanted to watch it.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-the pianist &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-sleepy hollow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-willy wonka and the chocolate factory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-matrix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-the others (i love that movie.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-sixth sense (becky and i slept halfway because we thought that the vcd's quality was really lousy.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-anastacia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we are going to have another marathon soon! max was a great host.ha! she went to cook for us when it was 3 am because we were hungry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the next movie marathon,i suggest the following movies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-scary movie 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-scary movie 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-scary movie 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-the terminal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-mona lisa smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-[ chick flick,maybe?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-[kiddy movie]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-billy elliot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113665843980376264?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113665843980376264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113665843980376264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113665843980376264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113665843980376264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2006/01/mona-lisa-smile.html' title='mona lisa smile'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-113432547145042022</id><published>2005-12-11T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T10:30:54.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weird(and wonderful) things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;5 weird(and wonderful) things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am supposed to list down 5 weird things about myself. but..but.. what do you mean by 5??!!?? i've got so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)first of all, &lt;strong&gt;i used to be this loser twit.&lt;/strong&gt; and now,i am laughing and bitching about them . it's one of my hobbies.wait,it's a necessity. it's part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)i love digging my nose then smell and lick it. just kidding! &lt;strong&gt;i always dig my nose then wipe it on the sleeve of my friend's shirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;i still have the thought that maxine is a thai&lt;/strong&gt; in my head. i keep picturing her wearing a sarong, selling fruits in the floatng market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;strong&gt;i'm starting to like my sister!&lt;/strong&gt; oh my! i made impossible things happen. (is that a piece of the sky that just crashed on the floor? oh sorry. it's just my dog's poop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt;i always have an urge to rip open any household appliances&lt;/strong&gt; then complain to my mum that my sister did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;strong&gt;i LOVE watching spongebob squarepants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;strong&gt;i can't think of anything now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;strong&gt;i feel stupid for boasting just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,i am supposed to list down five people who think i'm pretty. (and if they've got time,they can do the "5 weird things about me" ,too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;maxine the thai girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yoosy poosy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my imaginary friend,mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113432547145042022?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113432547145042022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113432547145042022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113432547145042022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113432547145042022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-weirdand-wonderful-things-about-me.html' title='5 weird(and wonderful) things about me'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-113318854083190128</id><published>2005-11-28T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T06:35:43.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriends=bag holders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boyfriends=bag holders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you noticed the increasing amount of unreasonable girlfriends and ridiculously obedient boyfriends nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sight of a boyfriend carrying his girlfriend's oh-so-gorgeous tote bag really irks me.i'm not talking about those &lt;strong&gt;hold-my-bag-for-me-for-a-second-because-i-need-to-adjust-my-bra-strap&lt;/strong&gt; kind. i'm talking about those who carry their girlfriend's bag for almost their entire date. why can't their girlfriend carry it themselves? (excluding those with broken arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the boyfriend think he looks very caring? holding his beloved darling's bag? they don't look caring.they look stupid. guys and girly tote bags just don't match.they should never be seen together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that those couples are usually &lt;a href="http://danceronacloud.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-lians-and-ah-bengs.html"&gt;alabs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they are not,then they are alabs wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys,if your girlfriend tells you to carry her bag for her. immediately give a slap(works better if you've got sweaty palms because it will smudge their makeup). then break up with her. you should be ashamed of yourself for not noticing what a complete cow your girlfriend was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;latest fashion? i don't think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i had stated earlier, guys and tote bags don't match. and they never will.but,unfortunately, the latest so called 'fashion' for guys is carry tote bags. maybe they think that they are very twenty-first-centuryish,to be daring. i must admit,they are daring.but..sadly, they are also an unpleasant sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people are even worse than the ones i mentioned earlier. they &lt;strong&gt;willingly &lt;/strong&gt;carry totes.ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113318854083190128?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113318854083190128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113318854083190128' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a sad day,because we had to part&lt;br /&gt;but we promise to remain friends, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent a year of our lives together&lt;br /&gt;doing lots of things with each other&lt;br /&gt;from stall nine and dance curriculum&lt;br /&gt;to the trip to bukit chandu to learn&lt;br /&gt;to the withdrawal of audition for creative competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun doing projects&lt;br /&gt;my group won a lot of prizes&lt;br /&gt;ms nunis kept forgetting to treat us macs&lt;br /&gt;but we forgave her and stop those curses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and laurel&lt;br /&gt;are my closest pals&lt;br /&gt;we were nicknamed the toilet buddies&lt;br /&gt;aud and laub love to pee a lot&lt;br /&gt;but no,i don't.it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;i love going to the toilet's mirror to admire myself&lt;br /&gt;then wash my hands and wipe it on maxine's blouse&lt;br /&gt;we compared our skirts in the "haunted"cubicle&lt;br /&gt;but nothing happened to us.it was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrys and becky&lt;br /&gt;are so enthu and creative&lt;br /&gt;remember the time at SRC?&lt;br /&gt;we wrote the script together.it turned out well&lt;br /&gt;those who don't like it, go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max and joyce&lt;br /&gt;they make a lot of noise&lt;br /&gt;especially max,she has no poise&lt;br /&gt;she pretends she don't care when i am sad&lt;br /&gt;but i know you do.you're not like that.&lt;br /&gt;joyce, my go-home buddy&lt;br /&gt;is a great company&lt;br /&gt;we ate ring-a-ding-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;with laurel and audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget aud and laub's fake cheena accent&lt;br /&gt;and becky's famous narcissism&lt;br /&gt;paula's shakey boobs and butt&lt;br /&gt;channy and i fooling around, acting like tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it,my friends&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poem by the fantastic and wonderful ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*(i don't know why,i can't post up the two seven pictures.)i will post it next time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113051237778178097?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113051237778178097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113051237778178097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113051237778178097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113051237778178097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/10/ode-to-27-05.html' title='ode to 2/7  &apos;05'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-113031449315146805</id><published>2005-10-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:18:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance dance dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the dance rehearsals had been really tiring.but it was all worth it! i love my class's dance.i love 2/5's dance.i love it when kaixin sing.our dance was really funky but i still think it was a mistake to wear trackpants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so nervous backstage! i could hear my heart beating in my ears and my stomach felt like it was going to fall out from my throat. it was really stressful to see so many people in the hall.worse still, my top became loose when i was dancing halfway! and i had to jerk it up so the audience would not be able to see my beautiful bra.&lt;br /&gt;our outfit was off-one-shoulder tops and trackpants.everybody had different coloured tops.&lt;br /&gt;the 2/5's dance song is stuck in my head.i can't get it out! it's 1,2,step by ciara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we performed for primary sixers yesterday at the PFE room at the primary side.some from sacps and ccps. it wasn't scary. there were only about 20 plus people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the audition for creative competion! really hope that we will get in.the volcano made by the props people were great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1,2,step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen This is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle"Missy", The princess is here "Ciara"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Beat Is Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh&lt;br /&gt;Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls right through my chest&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, ma and papi, came to party&lt;br /&gt;Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you 1,2 step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock it, Don't Stop it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Crank the party up.We about to get it on&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you 1,2 step&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you 1,2 step&lt;br /&gt;Everybody 1,2 step&lt;br /&gt;We about to get it on&lt;br /&gt;This Beat IsOutrageous, so contagious, make you crave itjazze made it&lt;br /&gt;So retarded,top charteed, ever since the day I started&lt;br /&gt;Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it&lt;br /&gt;Goodies make the boys jump on it&lt;br /&gt;No I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;Now let me do my 1,2 step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gone drop it like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter to me, we can dance slow&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow&lt;br /&gt;So swing it over here Mr. DJ&lt;br /&gt;And we will, we will, Rock you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake it like Jello, make the boys say hello cause they know im rockin the beat i know you heard about a lot of MCeesBut they ain't got nothin on me Because Im 5 foot 2, i wanna dance with youAnd Im sophistcated fun, I eat fillet minonIm nice and young, Best believe im number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the hearing impared&lt;br /&gt;A jazze pha production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from lyrics.astraweb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-113031449315146805?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/113031449315146805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=113031449315146805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113031449315146805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/113031449315146805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/10/dance-dance-dance.html' title='dance dance dance!'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112980672081981302</id><published>2005-10-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:05:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin</title><content type='html'>my new blog skin! i think it's better than the last one.and there's no tagboard now.so if you have to say something,go to comments.although my words are quite tiny,it is at least better than those people with little boxes that measure 8 by 6 cm and their fonts are so small you need a microscope to read.&lt;br /&gt;my sister told me about this extremely funny guy.go to &lt;a href="http://maddox.xmission.com"&gt;maddox.xmission.com&lt;/a&gt;. he dislikes every single thing on earth and criticises them in a very sarcastic and funny manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112980672081981302?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112980672081981302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112980672081981302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112980672081981302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112980672081981302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-skin.html' title='new skin'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728069.post-112749156498883732</id><published>2005-09-23T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:51:03.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jx's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i saw a bag that said "gurls rox!" .please. it's "girls rock",NOT"gurls rox". (my mouth started foaming when i saw that ugly phrase.)the bag was obviously trying to relate to the new generation of teenagers which, sadly,includes being an ass by abusing and not appreciating the beautiful art of writing proper english.we all had learnt it in primary school that girls ROCK.let me repeat.many things rock.one thing rocks.but "i" and "you" rock.it still amazes me how the CEO of that company got that job if his english skills are not even up to the primary school standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;one phrase that makes me want to smack people's asses when they say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me:ewww.that girl is ugly.how she won miss blah blah blah is a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;idiot:&lt;strong&gt;well,at least she's prettier than you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sucker.so you think you sound clever and witty when you say that? i don't think so. it just makes me want to strangle you.i'm being frank and honest by stating whatever is in my head.so don't come along and try to be cute with me by uttering that phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;omg.i just realized that i always criticised people or things on my blog.anyway,it was jx's birthday more that two weeks ago.and two days before her birthday,we went to celebrate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/CIMG60682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yoods look stressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/CIMG60862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i see chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/CIMG6087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;san dougans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't know what happen,i can't put up anymore pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112749156498883732?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112749156498883732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112749156498883732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112749156498883732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112749156498883732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/09/jxs-birthday.html' title='jx&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112567494379627125</id><published>2005-09-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:29:03.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chrystal's house</title><content type='html'>chrystal's house is so cool.(:&lt;br /&gt;we did our geog project there,and it is absolutely fantabulous,wonderful and fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;it really amazes me how we do so many things at once.and so successfully.the poster turned out perfect,and we were all having fun and goofind around.somebody came up with the idea of putting our pictures at the credits part.so we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/projectp%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking on the phone with ms wendaaaay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/projectp%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;whispering bitter nothings into our curtains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/projectp%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;compress your head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/projectp%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get tooth decay and die.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/projectp%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing hats INDOORS.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/projectp%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;rebecca is a bad photographer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. rebecca,please stop listening to 'at the beginning'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112567494379627125?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112567494379627125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112567494379627125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112567494379627125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112567494379627125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/09/chrystals-house_02.html' title='chrystal&apos;s house'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112505693797107898</id><published>2005-08-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T04:48:57.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to handle your parents when you have a bad grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how to handle your parents when you have a bad grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;be calm.just show the marks.and when they talk about how bad you are and that you need tuition,just close your ears or stare at the t.v.(if theres one in front).i know its very difficult to face them after you've shown them your bad grades.just be normal.(:  talk to them like you usaully do.after a few days,they will forgive you and you will have a happy family again. ((: hurray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IM IN A YOGA CLASSSSSS!!!! with yoody poody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ive finally joined one!in bedok cc.it starts on 3rd september.7-8pm.cant wait!ahahaahahhaahahahhahaahhahaahhhahaahhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmm,i just read a post from &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;'s blog,and i realised too,that the fashion in malaysia is horrible. the clothes they sell there are equivalent to the clothes they sell in s'pore night market. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112505693797107898?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112505693797107898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112505693797107898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112505693797107898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112505693797107898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-handle-your-parents-when-you.html' title='how to handle your parents when you have a bad grade'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112410685452835471</id><published>2005-08-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:40:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yoods and i went to tampines cc to sign up for the yoga class,because firstly,it makes you grow taller.secondly,it will tone your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we were really excited to join and could hardly wait for the class to start.we happily walked into the office,with smiles plastered on our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"we are here to sign up for the yoga class.",yoods piped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"the saturday one.",i added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;then the lady at the counter said something so horrible it spoiled our whole cheerful mood.it is a four-lettered word which starts with a "f".she said...she said,"FULL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WTHWTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112410685452835471?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112410685452835471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112410685452835471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sisterfurongjiejie.blogspot.com"&gt;sisterfurongjiejie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is either a really loserish imposter with no life,or the really the egoistic furong jie jie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she has no s-shaped body,and i think she has something wrong with her body because she cant pose properly.she even claims that men die for her.like what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;kennysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; said,men dont die for her.they die BECAUSE of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112383708684009868?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112383708684009868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112383708684009868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112383708684009868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112383708684009868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/08/sister-furong-jie-jie.html' title='sister furong jie jie'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112350941977403538</id><published>2005-08-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:56:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;geminians are known to have different personalities.im a geminian and i do have different personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my friends are the people who brings out the different characteristics in me.for example,when i hang out with yoods and the rest,my bitchy and funky self will be brought out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when i hang out with laubby,aud and becks,my more conservative but fun self will show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when i hang out with nana,my conservative,girly and funky character will show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i love my friends.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i went to chc's anniversary celebration on sunday.heres a picture.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/DSCN7369.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112350941977403538?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112350941977403538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112350941977403538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112350941977403538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112350941977403538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112218723134928696</id><published>2005-07-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:20:07.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/1600/the%20happy%20threesome..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/san%20dougans.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAN DOUGANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when my seniors and i finally bonded,it was time for us to say goodbye.i still rember those days with them,when we were hanging out.absolutely unforgettable. (: we had so much fun,we couldn't remember our age gap. this is an entry dedicated to them.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/the%20happy%20threesome.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; the happy threesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/yum..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the happiest woman on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/DSCN0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nudie crushie&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/DSCN53941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;baba&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/DSCN5628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sleepover&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3310/606/320/DSCN5648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;goofing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you guys are the bomb!cant wait for our next outing,then we can crack silly jokes,ogle at boys and check out each other's boobs.lmao.((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;let me tell you more about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YULING:&lt;strong&gt;the demure lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-yuling is a really nice person.she looks really demure and gentle.but if you get to know her more,you will realise that she is so much more than that.a very fun person to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TERRI:&lt;strong&gt;the kind soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-terri berry is a really responsible girl.she is very kind and appraochable.nobody can ever dislike this angel.i love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JX:&lt;strong&gt;the funky babe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-shes an epitome of a fashion diva.jx has a hell lot of fashion sense!this cool and pretty girl adds fun to our outings and never fails to make all of us laugh with her actions.an outing without her will never be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;XUANNY:&lt;strong&gt;the hot mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-xuanny has a colourful character.shes always has something up her sleeve,something funny to do and all that.one thing im really jealous about her is her assets.i really want some of that.caring is sharing,so please donate some to me.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHARLENE:&lt;strong&gt;the sweety-pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-sharlene is part of san dougans,a really exclusive club.she looks really jap,with all her eyeliner.but she definitely knows how to make-up! i love her lip gloss and her eyeliner and cutey pie face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;last but not least.. YOOSY POOSY!!:&lt;strong&gt;my goofy partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-yoods is a really original person.she is really funky and will just suddenly hit you one the hand.lol.but please dont misunderstand me.she is a cool girl.one that you will want to be friends with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112218723134928696?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112218723134928696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112218723134928696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112218723134928696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112218723134928696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/07/girlfriends.html' title='girlfriends'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112160962452036803</id><published>2005-07-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:13:44.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idol adolf hitler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Adolf Hitler?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An idol?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; i just read a newspaper article about this bunch of people choosing Adolf Hitler as their idol for their camp thing. they..choose... ADOLF HITLER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;are they like out of their mind?? Hitler isnt even an idol! how can they choose him? how about choosing other people?like lee kuan yew? of yusof ishak! anybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;perhaps they want to be different? maybe they think that choosing Hitler is cool?HA! they quoted that they chose Hitler because he was strong,determined,and decisive. uh huh. he was all of that.but..do you know that he's other things too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;don't they know that he killed millions of people? don't they know that he was really cruel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;an idol has to have the whole package.determined,strong,decisive,kind,NOT cruel.there are so many people to choose from! why must they choose someone who is cruel? bad choice.this will cause them to like him,idolise him,and even want to be like him! please! we don't need another Hitler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112160962452036803?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112160962452036803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112160962452036803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112160962452036803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112160962452036803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/07/idol-adolf-hitler.html' title='idol adolf hitler?'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-112143015842098511</id><published>2005-07-15T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:18:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah lians and ah bengs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ah lians and ah bengs (alab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i kind of pity alab actually. they think that they are so cool,but really,they are losers.why are they losers? because,firstly,they &lt;&lt;*..TyPe LyKe ThIsHh..*&gt;&gt; and pose for pictures with the peace sign to their eye or their second finger to their cheek saying "kawaii nehs!!" and acting cute simultaneously.(puff,puff,puff.thats too much words.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;secondly,they dress like losers... what do you think of girls who wear baggy pink polo tees with stiff pleated denim skirt completed with 'cute' little clips on their rebonded hair? what about guys who wear baggy pink polo tees and army pants? digusting,i might say. completely gross,i might add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;if alab think that they are cool,they are soooo wrong. let me define 'cool' for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) having a great dress sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2)dosent &lt;&lt;*..TyPe LyKe ThIsHh..*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3)looking sohisticated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4) dont use uncool vulgar language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5)dont pose grossly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6)not acting like a jap wannabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no alab were physically or mentally during the making of this post. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;p.s. im trying to make this sound as subtle and sensitive as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-112143015842098511?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/112143015842098511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=112143015842098511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112143015842098511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/112143015842098511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-lians-and-ah-bengs.html' title='ah lians and ah bengs'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-111924037085398902</id><published>2005-06-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:06:10.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drumming fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;good things come to an end. the drumming fest was a blast! SOUNDSHAPES!! YAY.i want to record down everything before i forget them. lets start from the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when i arrived at school,i immediately went to becky.and she told me that she saw the act cool boy on the bus and he was listening to his discman and he was doing this silly action like he was a drummer or something.then that's when i remembered.i forgot an extremely important thing.my tag! i was really worried but luckily i told our leader and he gave me a new tag. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when we arrived at the ITE, adlin told us other parts of  her dream.it was really funny.haa.we then went to the indoor stadium and got settled there.we sat there for a really loooong time. all we did was talk and talk cos the leaders had a meeting or something. then our leader, teddy bear, gave me a string for my tag.i've never felt so grateful in my live.lol.then FINALLY the leaders came back and thye brought us to this really cool cool place. it was huge and round and had coool patterns.we sat down and mr juraimi told us to practise while sitting down.it it wasn't as much fun ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anyway,it was time for our lunch. we took our 'boxes'and sat at the corridor to eat.ha.we were like beggars,hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; then we went back to the indoor stadium. i forgot what happened next.later,at around 4 plus, we went down to the stadium for rehearsal.after that,they told us to change into our drumming fest shirt.the malay percussion band got orange.they were so lucky. we got the peach-coloured one.it wasn't that bad actually. the s size was so big. i actually told laurel to change the size to m for me. but luckily she didn't. lol.i was really big so i folded the sleeve and tucked in the shirt. laurel's idea. but it was better or else i'll look really sloppy.then mr juraimi told us to go down to the stadium cos those media people wanted to shoot us.but later he announced that weren't going to already.anyway,we saw mr poh's son.he was so cute. really. i had to control myself not to grab him and pinch his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then,it was time for us to wait in the holding area cos the drumming fest was starting soon.i was really thrilled.we had dinner there. then the malay percussion band started! sounshapes was second.the leaders told us to stand and line up when we were in the holding area. my heart was thumping. i can't wait to perform! then it was showtime! we ran out from the holding area while hitting our soundshapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; it was A first. tak tak tak tungtung tak tak tak tungtung tak tak tak tungtung tak tak tungtungtung.then we got into our positions and mr juraimi blew his whistle.it was B. i love that part. when all of us play,(im in small circle,there are big and medium circles,squares,rectangles and click clack) it sounded like somebody was going up the stairs. our part was tak tungtung tak tak tak tungtung tak tak tak tungtung tak tak tungtungtungtung tungtung .C tungtungtung point tungtungtung point tungtungtung point tungtungtungtung tungtung. i forgot the rest of the sequence but mr juraimi signaled what we were going to play next.so it turned out sucessful! i love the dominoe part.it was really cool. and tung tun tung tun SOUNDSHAPES! tung tun tung tun SOUNDSHAPES! tung tun tung tun SOUNDSHAPES! tuntuntun tungtungtung tun OI! andand the camera was filming me. ha! lol.when we started playing, it was sunset.when we finished,it was already dark! our piece was actually quite short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the finale was fun too.there was body percussion and all of us enjoyed ourselves.later every participant walked around the stadium. can you imagime it?? by the time soundshapes started,the group in front was already reaching the end. i had a really great time. i love that day a lot. so much that i wish i could live that whole day again!ha. yay, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SOUNDSHAPES&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-111924037085398902?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/111924037085398902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=111924037085398902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/111924037085398902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/111924037085398902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/06/drumming-fest.html' title='drumming fest'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-111425859922499109</id><published>2005-04-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T05:09:28.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a minute is actually really long. especially during science class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i always look at the clock and wish for it to go faster. but it is forever so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dumb clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i read "can you keep a secret?" it is such a fantastic book! it inspired me so much that i think im going to write a list of my secrets now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;here are the not-so-confidential ones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1) i think she look quite not-so-good-looking. okay, i admit. i think she looks totally hideous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2)they think that they are so cool, but they are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3) i took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4)i think she is such a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5)i feel naked when i wear spaghetti strap tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6)i dont like those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7)sometimes, i feel really irritated when she tries to be something she's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i really miss all my wonderful seniors. :( they are so cool and funky. cca pratices will never be the same without them.i will miss waving to strangers and singing songs in the coach with them. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-111425859922499109?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/111425859922499109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=111425859922499109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/111425859922499109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/111425859922499109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/04/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-110699789797374947</id><published>2005-01-30T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:03:56.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ohana,means family,and family means nobody is forgotten or left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the ohana cheer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O! ohana! ohana's got the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;say O! ohana! ohana's got the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;say O! ohana! ohana's got the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(stamp,clap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;say O! ohana! ohana's got the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(stamp,stamp,clap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;say O! ohana! ohana's got the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(stamp,stamp,clap,clap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;say O! ohana! ohana's got the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(stamp,stamp,clap,clap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;say P! P-O! P-O-W-E-R! we've got power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mmm! ohana power! get it! get it! get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P! P-O! P-O-W-E-R! we've got power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mmm! ohana power! get it! get it! get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i just came back from my sec 2 camp and,boy! am i tired. anyway, it was fun.the ohana means family thingy is our class slogan.we got &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;from lilo and stitch.the camp activities were cool.the best was kayaking! it was almost everybody's favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my partner for kayaking was channy. and we were in miss lim's group.when we were kayaking,we saw this disgusting packet of chilli sauce floating on the water.the water was so polluted. it was black and had a layer of oil on top of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it was difficult to wash our dishes.all 320 of us had to share ,i think, 8 basins. and everybody was squeezing each other,trying to get some soap and water. we didn't even have time to wash our dishes properly.it was still very oily but we didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;flying fox was fun. when i was preparing to jump,i looked down and saw becky waving at me.my legs were trembling. then, i bent my legs and JUMPED! whooooooooooosh! a huge gust of wind swept past me.it was exciting.very exciting.and cooling! the wind was heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love the campfire.we sang songs,watch&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; performances by other classes and performed too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;citra was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bathing was another problem... i bathed in 2 minutes!!! there were so many people,the bathroom was so noisy and i didn't even scrubbed my hair and body properly.my hair itched for the whole of next day..haha. luckily,laurel didn't knock my door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the single log activity was exciting too.at first,i was scared out of my wits and told shijie to pray for me. i was paranoid. but actually,it wasn't that bad. my legs trembled when i first stepped on the log! i forced myself to look at the huts and not down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyway,i slept-walk on friday night! i was at home.my first night at home after the camp... i just suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and went into my parents' room.i went in front of them and said,"mummy,did i said goodnight to you and dad last night?" my mum woke up and said,"what are you doing here? are you sleepwalking?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i said," no,la...i just want to know if i said goodnight to you and dad last night.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then,my father woke up,and said,"what are you doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i repeated,"i just want to know if i said goodnight to you all last night.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then,i sat on the edge of my parents' bed. my father said," go back to your room and sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i said,"go with me." my dad walked me to their room's door but i insisted on him walking me back to my room's door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;actually,it wasn't really sleepwalking.it was half sleepwalking. because i remembered clearly what happened.and sleepwalkers don't.still, i wouldn't go to my parent's room just to ask them if i had said goodnight to them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but it sure was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-110699789797374947?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/110699789797374947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=110699789797374947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110699789797374947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110699789797374947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/01/camp.html' title='camp!'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-110464351619478752</id><published>2005-01-02T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:58:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; school is starting tomorrow.how bad can anything else be? :( soon,i'll have to start to sleep early,and wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a year passed so fast. its already 2005! everything happened so fast. i still remember my first day of school... i was still wearing my black,plastic and nerdy specs.haha.and my messy hair was tied into a messy ponytail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and how could i forget 1/8's teachers' day dance? it was a success! i kind-of forget the first part of the dance already.but it was so fun.everything i saw was a blur,because i wasn't wearing my specs..anyway,it was a good thing because i won't have to be afraid.because the audience i saw were just black little dots with no faces.but the outfit i wore was horrible! the top wasn't,but my skirt looked like an apron.everybody said so. the top was sleeveless and white with pink lining.the skirt was white and red checkered.haha. :)and valerie was my partner. she was a "guy". and the "guys" had to wear those goofy retro top,and jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;later,caroline's grandfather fetched sharon,anne,caroline and me to ccps.it was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ccps's&lt;/span&gt; food fair day and we went to visit the school.i missed all my friends.i saw tina.she didn't change much.still the same good old tina! then i saw siting.she was still the same too.i was looking around the canteen trying to spot someone i know when i saw these too familiar people.i stopped and stared at them.then i remembered! they were xiao fei and linlin! how could i forget them?!i started talking to them.they changed.for the better. :) then i met rene.she was still the same too. i was so happy to see them! still remember the good old times! oh mannnnn! time really flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love 6 CHARITY AND 1/8.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll be going to 2/7 ,hope i will get used to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-110464351619478752?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/110464351619478752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=110464351619478752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110464351619478752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110464351619478752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-110372585520457384</id><published>2004-12-22T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:54:21.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i went to bugis with &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siting&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;liwen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joey&lt;/span&gt; the day before yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; i convinced them to go to &lt;a href="http://cliinch.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cliinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. a really cool shop. it sells those beautiful lights that will catch your attention even if you are not paying attention. i bought those purple rose lights a few days ago.and they were so beautiful i could marry them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;STILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cant believe siting had 3 pink streaks on her hair.i've always thought that she was a goody-goody who always listens to the teacher...well,guess i was wrong.but don't misunderstand what i had just said.siting is still like how she used to be.she is still a great friend and i still love her.oh man..i will always remember them..those good old days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh yeah. i just got this really funny song from my sis...its called "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am cow&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,hear me moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i weigh twice as much as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i look good on the barbeque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yogurt,curd,cream cheese and butter's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;made from liquid from my udders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,i am cow,hear me moo (moo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,eating grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;methane gas comes out my ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and out my muzzle when i belch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh,the ozone layer is thinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;from the outcome of my dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,i am cow,i've got gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,here i stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;far and wide upon this land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i am living everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;from b.c to newfoundland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u can squeeze my teats by hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,i am cow,i am cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am cow,i am cow,i amcow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-110372585520457384?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/110372585520457384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=110372585520457384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110372585520457384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110372585520457384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2004/12/girls-day-out.html' title='girls&apos; day out'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-110057790816576130</id><published>2004-11-16T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:47:53.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hohohoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; tina is staying at my house and she's now siting beside me reading an outdated &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmogirl.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cosmogirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;magazine. we slept at 2 am yesterday...spent the night reading mags.and we are going to tm today cause i went to orchard yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the holidays are here and i know i'm suppose to be happy but how can i be when i have to go back to sch for sooooooo many days? its not like holidays at all. still,i can't wait for christmas to come. my relatives are coming to my house to celebrate and i haven't even started planning yet.haha.i know its a little too early now to talk about christmas....but haven't u realise that orchard road is full of christmas decorations and its beginning to look a lot like christmas? *lalala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its beginnig to look a lot like christmas,everywhere you go; take a look in the five and ten,glistening once again,with candy canes and silver lanes a glow. its beginning to look a lot like christmas,toys in every store,but the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door.a pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots is the wish barney and ben; dolls that will talk and will go for a walk is the hope of janice and jen; and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. its beggining to look a lot like christmas,everywhere you go; there's a tree in the grand hotel,one in the park as well,the sturdy kind that dosen't mind the snow. its beginning to look a lot like christmas,soon the bells will start. and the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing right within your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  i love this song...i'll try to learn to play it on the piano. :) hope i can do it and learn it in time for the christmas party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-110057790816576130?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/110057790816576130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=110057790816576130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110057790816576130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/110057790816576130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2004/11/hohohoho.html' title='hohohoho'/><author><name>rooney</name><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-8728069.post-109781365893009264</id><published>2004-10-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:44:21.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ballet concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yesterday fun. i went to this really cool ballet show called "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ballet under the stars&lt;/span&gt;"i met tina at the bus stop and we went to esso to buy cookies then headed to my gramps's hse.the lemonade we made there was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so we watched t.v all day, patiently waiting for the moment to arrive,then when it came,we practically burst into my father's car. my dad drived us to fort canning green to the ballet show. my seniors,grace and cassandra, were already there. we sat on the steps,yes,the steps(i actually also thought it was some kind of posh place like esplanade... until i saw the word the word 'picnic' on its description)and talked till the show started. there were 3 performances,the second one was the nicest,about a women whose life was ending.but i was kind of disappointed too.. because they weren't wearing tutus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s. the ballet show was perfomed by the singapore dance theatre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728069-109781365893009264?l=oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/feeds/109781365893009264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728069&amp;postID=109781365893009264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/109781365893009264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728069/posts/default/109781365893009264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveoliveolive.blogspot.com/2004/10/ballet-concert.html' title='ballet concert'/><author><name>rooney</name><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>
