<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886</id><updated>2009-10-17T14:21:28.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olivia-rachel.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>A Monkey Blog Specially Created By The Two Monkeys, Rachel And Olivia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-992230245918922271</id><published>2007-07-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:46:25.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro875eD9aDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uuL7QmD76uc/s1600-h/pictures+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084348362832832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro875eD9aDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uuL7QmD76uc/s320/pictures+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After years of scrambling eggs because i can't flip the egg into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MADE MY FIRST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMELET&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!Celebrate with me&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me teach how to make my famous sandwich....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wakaka&lt;/span&gt; ( for those who can make better sandwich than me please shut up) thank you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: First make cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; .Later sprinkle rosemary on top of it for taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Toast bread with butter &amp; cheese.&lt;br /&gt;( but not too much butter unless you want to look like a walrus after eating )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro875uD9aEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kiz5CQxMi3g/s1600-h/pictures+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084348367127799874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro875uD9aEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kiz5CQxMi3g/s320/pictures+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 : put in the egg with some beacon or ham on top.( I was out of ham ,so sue me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro876eD9aFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/96iZqofoD3A/s1600-h/pictures+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084348380012701778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro876eD9aFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/96iZqofoD3A/s320/pictures+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 : cut tomatoes until they are mini cubes stirred in a bowl with olive-oil(NOT OLIVIA )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 : Put lettuce &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&amp; Wallah !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro876uD9aGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mrpZdAcgwi0/s1600-h/pictures+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084348384307669090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro876uD9aGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mrpZdAcgwi0/s320/pictures+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MAKAN&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; get entertained with.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro878OD9aHI/AAAAAAAAANA/_UBD_AjKaEY/s1600-h/pictures+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-992230245918922271?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/992230245918922271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=992230245918922271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/992230245918922271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/992230245918922271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-years-of-scrambling-eggs-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Ro875eD9aDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uuL7QmD76uc/s72-c/pictures+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-3917988909009581494</id><published>2007-08-01T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T05:37:39.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;olivia has made a new indivitual blog &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olivia-tan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.olivia-tan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but will still be blogging in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;olivia-rachel.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; .haha it will never die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-3917988909009581494?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3917988909009581494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=3917988909009581494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/3917988909009581494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/3917988909009581494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/08/attention.html' title='attention'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-8613599445204375080</id><published>2007-07-23T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T02:14:48.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pmr trial 1 is so over. time to study my butt off for 1st October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Olivia did not come to school today. Got a few papers back and surprisingly i scored a 'B' for Maths. I'm so relieve okay cos i have not been any close to B since, say last year ;)  Well some say easy, some say okay and many scored high. Other papers I've got nothing to say. speechless. My class did terrible compared to the first and second. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, we called Olivia's house to ask something. Mun Yee ended the convo by saying 'you don get shock ar, you failed for KH' *shuts phone* ahaha. it was seriously damn funny. Mel and I laughed like what ;p Wonder if she heard it or not. You missed the 'hot news' of the day though. Who asked you to overslept har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity Michelle's maid. Only michelle will get what i mean. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive of life! i cant wait for it tonight. 60 episodes. wow this will last until pmr omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-8613599445204375080?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8613599445204375080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=8613599445204375080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8613599445204375080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8613599445204375080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-there.html' title='hello there'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-2991000024092982692</id><published>2007-07-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:41:55.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Meez</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;The born of a mini Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trial is over,so i thought hey why don't I endlessly waste my time before I've to study again.&lt;br /&gt;To cut short,I've came to knew about this site &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://meez.com/"&gt;http://meez.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was a little like an online Sims2.(except less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;funner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey whadaya you aspect of something almost free right?)Anyway,here's my mini Olivia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Check out this user's profile at Meez.com" href="http://www.meez.com/evzen"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.meez.com/user12/02/01/0201_10017609708.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has very black wavy hair(like me),almond shape very black  eyes( like mine),&amp;amp; even the I'm too good pose (like me again ,will instantly remind you of me.Except I don't pose like that ).Heck she even have a flat booty like................mine............*slaps self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-2991000024092982692?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2991000024092982692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=2991000024092982692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2991000024092982692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2991000024092982692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/meez.html' title='Meez'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-2078167728285328298</id><published>2007-07-20T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:20:05.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>KIm b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;A birthday of an old Petunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089341204681042930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD43HXFq_I/AAAAAAAAANI/CfRAro9VIeg/s320/another+picture+of+kim+%26+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;introdicing the birthday mushroom Kim,&amp; I with poofy  hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD43nXFrAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JmWhFJaIjHE/s1600-h/speechless.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089341213270977538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD43nXFrAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JmWhFJaIjHE/s320/speechless.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I discovered that  people actually gets horny playing pillow fights.@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD433XFrBI/AAAAAAAAANY/It71VWSs63M/s1600-h/sad+bunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089341217565944850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD433XFrBI/AAAAAAAAANY/It71VWSs63M/s320/sad+bunch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha,believe it or not ,but this photo was actually candid .Pouts everywhere due to burns from the sun.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD44XXFrCI/AAAAAAAAANg/PGuCGh-mNvg/s1600-h/bdaypic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089341226155879458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD44XXFrCI/AAAAAAAAANg/PGuCGh-mNvg/s320/bdaypic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chocolate indulgence cake ,ability to make you want more &amp; look like a walrus by tomorow.That dude behind me is Bon,I think he looks abit like Marcus Chee.Agree no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD44XXFrDI/AAAAAAAAANo/tpxM9aEOKYQ/s1600-h/photographed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089341226155879474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD44XXFrDI/AAAAAAAAANo/tpxM9aEOKYQ/s320/photographed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH darling aren't i such a great photographer !Tell me , does it reminds you of one tree hill ?!? Well ofcourse it does,it was taken by me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-2078167728285328298?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2078167728285328298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=2078167728285328298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2078167728285328298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2078167728285328298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/kim-b-day.html' title='KIm b-day'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RqD43HXFq_I/AAAAAAAAANI/CfRAro9VIeg/s72-c/another+picture+of+kim+%26+i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-8030146444179539727</id><published>2007-07-07T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:12:58.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Because i'm a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I'm a Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,this video is a touching korean clip that will ma ke you cry.Heck it even made hard cookie Mel cry !(refer to textbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecS3y_NHYYQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-8030146444179539727?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8030146444179539727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=8030146444179539727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8030146444179539727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8030146444179539727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-be-with-you-small-chat-i-advise-you.html' title='Because i&apos;m a girl'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-7691558455593369043</id><published>2007-07-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:17:11.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KDramas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is dying and i haven't been blogging for weeks omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro is sick. on a brighter note, he gets to stay home and save up some money. i think i'm even richer than him;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: eh kelley i thinner already hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis : ya thinner by 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: at least 100g lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis : your arms should be curvy(haha what she meant was mascular arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: actually got one but i sick all kecut already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA MUSCLES.. i see fats =D ohmygod if he ever reads this i'm dead. wait. he don't even know the existence of this blog. well no hard feelings okay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh,joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pmr trial 1 is like in 1 week time. I'm making such a big deal about it. actually it's not really a big matter like what my dad said. Anyhow, i must be in the 'exam mood'.  Korean dramas are piling up and i can't wait for pmr to over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of kd, tree in heaven is showing in 8tv. Unfortunately, only 12 episodes. I was brought to shock man. I heard it's good. Loved the actor and actress in it! But i would still prefer Lee Wan in 'Summer Beach'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, Aiza you still owe me that Rain drawing. I'm waiting...^^&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-7691558455593369043?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7691558455593369043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=7691558455593369043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/7691558455593369043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/7691558455593369043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-blog-is-dying-and-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-8530331103593496358</id><published>2007-07-03T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:51:43.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Copy Cheer Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Copy cheer cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082941073848625170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Roo7-eD9aBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-7LMdlVz65s/s320/cheer7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I so miss cheer leading !!Why oh why must we be extinct...*cries patheticly* T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days ago,I was browsing trough the newspaper when I stomp by an article about cheer 2007.And guess what i saw?!? Queens clone!!Ahhhhh !!!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you ready?!? ok here it goes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**********************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082943247102076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Roo98-D9aCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7g0SnltUaAg/s320/pictures+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEKKKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How dare they copy our designs.OK la,let's look at the bright sight.Atleast we inspire people!!But still.....Anyways,since we're CHEERleaders &amp; not bitchleaders,I guess we just have to cheer instead of bitching about them.So...here it goes* takes deep breaths*Congratulation Vulcanz All-Girls for placi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ng in fourth place! &amp;amp; it's such a honour to know that we(Queens) inspired you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't help but to hear those little voice in my head........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mini devil&lt;/span&gt; :Wtf,but those petunias copied Queens!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mini angel&lt;/span&gt;:Their just innocent people,who MIGHT not be the ones who brought up this idea for their costume .Anyway ,it's a compliment to Queens.We inspire people! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mini devil&lt;/span&gt; : So!! Who would you rather listen?Me or some idiot wearing a dress ?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mini angel&lt;/span&gt; : It's a robe ,a robe i tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Olivia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-8530331103593496358?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8530331103593496358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=8530331103593496358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8530331103593496358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8530331103593496358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/07/copy-cheer-cats.html' title='Copy Cheer Cats'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Roo7-eD9aBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-7LMdlVz65s/s72-c/cheer7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-7953133195921615262</id><published>2007-06-26T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:56:51.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I.U night</title><content type='html'>Hola !! Olivia here, to entertain our fellow blog readers after a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to I.U Night last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite dissappointed with the food served on that day ,cause the entrance ticket cost us RM 10 &amp; it did state that we're going to be served scrumptious english food for dinner .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY LIED =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead...they served us ..&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080345404745247842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEDOpIg7GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4FOXrJjnCpw/s320/our+lousy+dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell !! A few cabbage , veg sticks,fries, a heated fish steak(which you can find in packets) &amp; an orange ?!?An orange ?So much for a scrumptious dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEDPJIg7HI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iX4bu8tx8G8/s1600-h/carrot+stick+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080345413335182450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEDPJIg7HI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iX4bu8tx8G8/s320/carrot+stick+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I then decided to cam whore with a carrot stick to make this dinner worth it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080351568023317650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEI1ZIg7JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dqbI4EH5WxU/s320/melolo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aww...Mel,why can't you be more like me?!? Eat a carrot,not some fries!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080351555138415746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEI0pIg7II/AAAAAAAAAKg/Wtmxsv-VF1o/s320/carrot+stick+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080351576613252258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEI15Ig7KI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ippxKcVXV_M/s320/gary,me+%26+mel+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We then met Gary with a new hairdo.Doesn't he look cuter ?!? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well honestly,I can't seem to remember how he looks like with his old hairdo...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080354724824280242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoELtJIg7LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/O6wrNu74hgM/s320/mun+%26+khai.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner ,I was soon leaft alone when Mel went with some of our old college friends &amp; Mun Yee was with her oh so special someone * cough *ChicKen Chin*cough * Khai Chin *cough *eww*cough *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was leaft with &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080714047406303138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoJSgeD9Z6I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZK_bPL89l2w/s320/i.u+mascot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) An english mister potato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080714051701270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoJSguD9Z7I/AAAAAAAAALg/7G2TWKCx1YY/s320/vampire+%26+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) A vampire that calls himself special/cool/Y&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080714060291205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoJShOD9Z8I/AAAAAAAAALo/G-88vNXPQpM/s320/stupid+t.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 3 ) A t-shirt that tells me I'm a fucking awful person !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**************Performances*******************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080717887107065810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoJV_-D9Z9I/AAAAAAAAALw/8A3_o_EBIBc/s320/vic+%26+beck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I thought they did very well especially Emily.Who did the Victoria Beckham parody.(above)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh,that reminds me,introducing Victoria &amp; David Beckham !! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080717891402033122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoJWAOD9Z-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QXFKhL4zCx0/s320/top+shop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top shop!! Moon Yee &amp; my favouite Apple working the runway......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080717895697000434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoJWAeD9Z_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/NlsKFK8Dpjc/s320/funny+poet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SSG's favourite poet. Don't ask me why.Just play along with the crowd. *woohhooo you rock *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Olivia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-7953133195921615262?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7953133195921615262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=7953133195921615262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/7953133195921615262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/7953133195921615262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/06/hola-olivia-here-to-entertain-our.html' title='I.U night'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RoEDOpIg7GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4FOXrJjnCpw/s72-c/our+lousy+dinner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-6083684514928671941</id><published>2007-06-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:38:45.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>true story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Based on a true story,if you don't find this touching,get a heart !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.“I can’t”“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointmentgrabbing&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;“No… I am going to meet a friend…”&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t any anniversaries at all.He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…&lt;br /&gt;Then one day…Me: Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, I …&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: What…don't drag, just say..Me: I love you.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…Then one day came, my 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: Here…take this…Again, he handed me a little doll.Me: What’s this?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: Today? Huh? I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: You have something to say?Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: What?! Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;everyday .After&lt;/span&gt; a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;couldn'&lt;/span&gt;t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…Me: I don’t need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;: What….why…I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.“I’m sorry”He apologized in a tiny voice.He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…&lt;br /&gt;Honk~ Honk~With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;! Move! Move away!” I shouted…But he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, move!”HONK~!!“Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.That’s how he went away from me.That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…&lt;br /&gt;“One…two… three…”That was how… I started to count the dolls…“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;eighty five&lt;/span&gt;…”It all ended with 485 dolls.I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~, I love you~”I dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;br /&gt;“I….lo..ve…you??”I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~ I love you~”It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”“I love you~”Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach,that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…&lt;br /&gt;“Jo…Do you know what today is? We'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;couldn'&lt;/span&gt;t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…&lt;br /&gt;For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Olivia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-6083684514928671941?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6083684514928671941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=6083684514928671941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/6083684514928671941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/6083684514928671941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/06/true-story.html' title='true story'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-2217051094971194071</id><published>2007-06-13T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:46:42.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Petunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though i have not been blogging lately,&amp; i know you all miss my face*cough**cough*I decided to be the photographer instead.OK ,so i was bored &amp;amp; holding a camera .To entertain myself, I tried to play photographer,my models........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My siblings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A total =.='&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075557684441312322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RnAA0pIg7EI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7qLYBHlXITg/s320/P6121196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vanessa's thinking&lt;/span&gt; :Wait a minute,didn't Olivia say she'll give me     chocolate last week ?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075557705916148818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RnAA15Ig7FI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zUrfXgf8Scg/s320/P6121193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vanessa's thinking :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh ya,that bitch did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia                       : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh shit!!*runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075550876918148146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6oZIg7DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/C4212AeSBng/s320/P6121189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't be stupid to think that she is actually innocent.She may look innocent here.Don't believe me? Then you should try being her sister then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6mpIg6_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SnA1BcxB5b0/s1600-h/P5281170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075550846853377010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6mpIg6_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SnA1BcxB5b0/s320/P5281170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6m5Ig7AI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OgzbO85pEys/s1600-h/P5281169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075550851148344322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6m5Ig7AI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OgzbO85pEys/s320/P5281169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ermm...Gabriel,I think i said "Do a funny face" ,not retarded!Hahaha...well atleast he is good at it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6nJIg7BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yxOWxG9fP40/s1600-h/gab+eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075550855443311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6nJIg7BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yxOWxG9fP40/s320/gab+eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I can't believe I"m saying this but I was tempted by my brothers not so black eyes &amp; decided to take a shot of it.But I have to say, that his eyes looked rather black on photos though.Well, but you guys just have to see it trought your naked eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6n5Ig7CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VIp2zPlE5NQ/s1600-h/P6121187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075550868328213538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rm_6n5Ig7CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VIp2zPlE5NQ/s320/P6121187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           ~Olivia~&lt;/strong&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/2727448326425602886-2217051094971194071?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2217051094971194071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=2217051094971194071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2217051094971194071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2217051094971194071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/06/petunia.html' title='Petunia'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RnAA0pIg7EI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7qLYBHlXITg/s72-c/P6121196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-1210221307159448015</id><published>2007-06-08T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:32:59.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>you know what annoys me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who go on adding other people and then message you and ask "who are you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth. if you bother to add, then don't ask all kind of questions. worse still,  if he/she kept nudging anxiously waiting for their reply when i don't because really so annoying you know! and i couldnt care less.  i hate it when i have to answer their questions regarding my asl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not pissed,i'm just annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough i dont want to get white hair.&lt;br /&gt;inhales* exhales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why i don't update anymore? my holiday is plain boring,but it'd be alot better than school anytime. i don't mind going to school actually(it's fun at times) it's just the waking-up-early issue. Definitely missing my friends. Can't see how much weight you guys put on. Heehee. i'm kidding. maybe it's me you would see putting on weight ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-1210221307159448015?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1210221307159448015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=1210221307159448015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/1210221307159448015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/1210221307159448015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-449003360553303458</id><published>2007-06-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:53:15.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/princess.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to steal the spotlight...&lt;br /&gt;And how to act out to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you know that you're good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the most true results I've received!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Maneater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabadgirlreputationquiz/maneater.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl all the chicks hate...&lt;br /&gt;And guys are both scared of you yet strangely drawn in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabadgirlreputationquiz/"&gt;Do You Have A Bad Girl Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This test ,I actually did twice!! Because i wasn't sure about that maneater thing.But it ended up with the same results! =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woo,I 'm a fantasy lover ? (=*.*=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 85% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so pure ... you make a nun look like a whore!&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of life's dark side left for you to experience... if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/"&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH really ?!? I guess this is quite true!*cough**cough*wakaka...I guess I'm quite pure compare to alot ok?!?I can tell how my friends are going to react after reading this!(especially Mel).Ooo wait,can you see those horns on that cute emo above?haha.I guess I"m not so pure after all !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the confidence to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Kisser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW!! My predictions were right !Like i said before&gt;&gt;&gt;"My tongue will just make my french kisses better!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is PG-13 Rated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.&lt;br /&gt;You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wakakaka,made me laugh when i saw it because it was just so true!&amp; yet they said i make a nun look like a whore on the last test.(The 100 question purity test)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Date a Scorpio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/scorpio.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous, paranoid, and possessive - deep down, your Scorpio will never trust you.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you are very trust worthy person, Scorpio's paranoia may drive you to act out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating: Aries, Gemini, Libra, or Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeap, did the test seriously again &amp;amp; ended up with this result!!Wakakaka....Mel's a Scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-449003360553303458?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/449003360553303458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=449003360553303458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/449003360553303458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/449003360553303458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-drama-princess-or-prince-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-6386563029587408734</id><published>2007-05-30T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:22:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anoucement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;blog adress will now be changed from almost-monkeys.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;olivia-rachel.blogspot.com&lt;/span&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/2727448326425602886-6386563029587408734?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6386563029587408734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=6386563029587408734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/6386563029587408734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/6386563029587408734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/05/anoucement-blog-adress-will-now-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-2795923392579689316</id><published>2007-05-27T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:58:12.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to Penang. I yearn for my Char Kuey Teow so badly(it's that good)  and it's been 2 years since i last had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Oli if you're reading this,call me la! we need to go out.   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not forgetting our project.sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to my darling,Prison Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toodles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-2795923392579689316?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2795923392579689316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=2795923392579689316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2795923392579689316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2795923392579689316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeap.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-1235492686626882780</id><published>2007-05-01T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:57:11.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjiDr2_SeLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TzjlJSfPPQI/s1600-h/P4271129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059938970869332146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjiDr2_SeLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TzjlJSfPPQI/s320/P4271129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Introducing the competition organiser son,Johnston.He's also a ballroom &amp; Latin dancer.By the way,I can tell how much he hate his gentleman hairstyle as it is usually spiky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjiDsW_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3lsiWUFV7Vg/s1600-h/P4271124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059938979459266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjiDsW_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3lsiWUFV7Vg/s320/P4271124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Yer those two monkeys ruined the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys are wondering what am I doing,I"m actually trying to cover my dimple because it makes my face look lumpy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjhYX2_SeII/AAAAAAAAAII/K2DtZ1k9bCk/s1600-h/P4271118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059891348271954050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjhYX2_SeII/AAAAAAAAAII/K2DtZ1k9bCk/s320/P4271118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lookie at Therese eyes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjhYYG_SeJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-jy3ZaHwf_0/s1600-h/P4271110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059891352566921362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjhYYG_SeJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-jy3ZaHwf_0/s320/P4271110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mel was scolding me in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mel : Take la..haiyo so lousy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Olivia : Wait ...Oops! *click* * flash*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjhYYm_SeKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vki7Fm45Ksk/s1600-h/P4271122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059891361156855970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjhYYm_SeKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vki7Fm45Ksk/s320/P4271122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Michael's partner,sexy right?!? Boys please control your hormones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp8m_SeDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6sKF_qaY03c/s1600-h/P4271115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059558827608930354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp8m_SeDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6sKF_qaY03c/s320/P4271115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A day in a dance competition was F.U.N !! thanks Mel &amp; family once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp9G_SeEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/i8Yn7zFy9DA/s1600-h/P4271126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059558836198864962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp9G_SeEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/i8Yn7zFy9DA/s320/P4271126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Olivia : Hey Michael wanna take a picture ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael :A picture?(in a cartoon voice)*eyes opened widely* can!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp9W_SeFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XjNXGeLQ0Ug/s1600-h/P4271127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059558840493832274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp9W_SeFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XjNXGeLQ0Ug/s320/P4271127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; This is Michael,the no1 Latin dancer in Malaysia .Believe me I was having loads of fun cam-whoring with this guy!Don't we look like a baboon?wait , don't answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp9m_SeGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_2yyCv63OtM/s1600-h/P4271119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059558844788799586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp9m_SeGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_2yyCv63OtM/s320/P4271119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meet Therese, the Latin dancer with the sexiest Latin costume ,which she bought in Slovenia.Oh , by the way,love the 'twiggies'.Did I mention some girls will loose their mind when they see her cute/hunkalicious dance partner( like some people describe).Too bad i don't have a picture with him.(=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp-G_SeHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qoe4bHA_NCA/s1600-h/P4271123.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059558853378734194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Rjcp-G_SeHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qoe4bHA_NCA/s320/P4271123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who would thought that *ahem*down to earth school prefect Kevin could be so goofy with us. That guy in stripes is Pan,forgive him for his ungoofiness.*ahem* Come on Pan,loosen up a bit! Vernon ,I know you can do better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you guys know us(me &amp;amp; Mel),you probably know something very interesting happened that night.I"m not going to tell you.You have to go figure it out yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-1235492686626882780?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1235492686626882780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=1235492686626882780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/1235492686626882780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/1235492686626882780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RjiDr2_SeLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TzjlJSfPPQI/s72-c/P4271129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-2269395747128951549</id><published>2007-05-21T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:53:39.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm seriously asking for trouble. Out of nowhere, i came out with an idea of writing an essay every week at least, between sis and I. It all started when i was asking my dad an english word which i don't understand. Then i was complaining why is it that my english isn't that good and yada yada. Yes, i know it's me to blame for, i hated books when i was few years back and did not completely finish reading any books. And now, it's too late to realise it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SO! i suggested to come out with an essay with a given title every week, from my dad with hopes of improving my english. Sis was like ' why are you coming out with this idea' huiyoh!*fed up face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, the title is " How Shall I Be A Good Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total =.="!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-2269395747128951549?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2269395747128951549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=2269395747128951549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2269395747128951549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/2269395747128951549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/05/essay.html' title='Essay'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-6954393176490397370</id><published>2007-05-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:15:49.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FA CUP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Man Utd VS Chelsea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to type something here even if it is the slightest random thing. This blog is so dead. A quick short post.. eh at least a post right. Will blog more some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match is starting right now. ah screw my blur vision made me so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United All The Way!&lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=( they may have won! i feel like playing football. heh. looks so fun. don you think so?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-6954393176490397370?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6954393176490397370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=6954393176490397370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/6954393176490397370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/6954393176490397370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/05/fa-cup.html' title='FA CUP!!'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-8584749761930292806</id><published>2007-04-18T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:14:41.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Oblivious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pH-9yodP8Ws/s1600-h/070419_chooldboy_wide.rp350x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055924255718289458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pH-9yodP8Ws/s320/070419_chooldboy_wide.rp350x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; One of the pictures taken by himself ,sent to NBC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Rachel says he's camwhoring!!I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/poeagAvMuxQ/s1600-h/86a7fdf6-aec0-4978-b74a-e552312646e3.rp350x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055924255718289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/poeagAvMuxQ/s320/86a7fdf6-aec0-4978-b74a-e552312646e3.rp350x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesFI/AAAAAAAAADE/MV-y7hegTg4/s1600-h/c511b983-f3a7-4657-a354-de1d16cc104a.rp350x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055924255718289490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesFI/AAAAAAAAADE/MV-y7hegTg4/s320/c511b983-f3a7-4657-a354-de1d16cc104a.rp350x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RiX2KSI6CVI/AAAAAAAAACs/0a_7YEuGJnQ/s1600-h/070417_cho_vmed_830a7.widec.jpg"&gt;Cho Seung-Hui, who immigrated to the United States at age 8 in 1992, lived in Centreville, Va., a suburb of Washington.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054716813321570642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RiX2KSI6CVI/AAAAAAAAACs/0a_7YEuGJnQ/s320/070417_cho_vmed_830a7.widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Melissa said that he look like a crook.. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="linkImgRelatedPhotos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There they go again,some depress guy shoots everyone in his college.Thanks to a guy like him, 33 people are confirmed dead including the gunman, nine students remained in hospitals in a stable condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The scariest part of him(SO I READ) was,once he wrote a play about a son hating his stepfather.The son then chained his stepfather &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hammered on to him. :....&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Talk about anger management :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Neighbors, roommates and teachers described Cho as a withdrawn person who rarely talked to anyone. Two students who said they were Cho’s roommates said he had harassed several female students and once told them he wanted to kill himself, which prompted the roommates to report concerns about him to the police. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What saddens me the most was that innocent people like everyone of us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;died on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEY HAD DREAMS .THEY HAD FRIENDS.THEY HAD FAMILIES&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/2727448326425602886-8584749761930292806?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8584749761930292806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=8584749761930292806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8584749761930292806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8584749761930292806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/04/cho-seung-hui-who-immigrated-to-united.html' title='Oblivious'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RipAUrlesDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pH-9yodP8Ws/s72-c/070419_chooldboy_wide.rp350x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-3188627565895016101</id><published>2007-05-20T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:04:33.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hard knock life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RlBO1fcmRxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FnVbdaEDkr4/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some spoiled brats just don't know how lucky they are.They got family to love &amp; suck their toes whenever they want ,yet they're so oblivious about the unconditional love there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heck,i wish i could welcome them replacing my life for a week &amp;amp; see what would they be like.I wouldn't be surprise if some would even go crazy or suicide.I'm serious is that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's true I"m probably the teenager that have to worry &amp; face the things most teenager don't have to.Its more than just one or two problems ,it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;.There are secret i never tell because i am ashamed&amp;amp; scared.But i have a confession to make,I cry every week,for real.Sometimes I wish i had nothing from the start than to loose everything in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oppress&lt;/span&gt; &amp; depress all at the same time,even though i have lots of friends.But it's not that ,it's just family matters.Oh gosh ,you have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But heck ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; not those miserable pig that wouldn't laugh or smile with friends around &amp;amp; act &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;as though&lt;/span&gt; the world is coming to the end.I do not compare &amp; make my life even more miserable because i know there may be people with better life but I'm still always better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;.This dilemma only made me stronger &amp;amp; smarter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was once a wise woman said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You cannot choose how or when are you going to die, but you can choose how you are going to live"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enough said ,I'm just going to post pictures in the next post to brighten up the day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-3188627565895016101?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3188627565895016101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=3188627565895016101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/3188627565895016101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/3188627565895016101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/05/hard-knock-life.html' title='Hard knock life'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-4421767475927263723</id><published>2007-04-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:02:38.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Photoshop mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4q7lesKI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z2-dRp5ppRc/s1600-h/pinkpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619529319133346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4q7lesKI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z2-dRp5ppRc/s320/pinkpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Awww...ain't it just adorable.Kim,who by the way did all this for me named it 'The Pinkos"&lt;br /&gt;haha ,quite cute right?Don't you think?Whats better,as you can see I was very pink on that day too.Too bad Mel didn't wear pink though.&lt;br /&gt;She's Miss Blacko.Most of the time,all I see her wearing is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4rLlesLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EITcp5Lavpc/s1600-h/xxzxasx.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619533614100658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4rLlesLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EITcp5Lavpc/s320/xxzxasx.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You guys probably can't read what does this picture says,so I'll do it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olivia : Hey Kim !! nice rabbit shirt :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wonder what sound turtles make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kim :I think they go "moooooo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;didn't you know that.You're silly :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4rrlesMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8oTyahdsdPo/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619542204035266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 486px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4rrlesMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8oTyahdsdPo/s320/random.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is usually what our normal conversation would be like.Sounds smart right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olivia :I'm thinking of a bonfire.How bout you Mel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mel : I want an umbrella now !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-4421767475927263723?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4421767475927263723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=4421767475927263723' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/4421767475927263723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/4421767475927263723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/04/photoshop-mania.html' title='Photoshop mania'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/Riy4q7lesKI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z2-dRp5ppRc/s72-c/pinkpeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-7401566639253755560</id><published>2007-04-09T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T03:57:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's True Friend Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://truefriendtest.com/friendtest/222595"&gt;http://truefriendtest.com/friendtest/222595&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise. Lizard aint an insect. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-7401566639253755560?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7401566639253755560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=7401566639253755560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/7401566639253755560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/7401566639253755560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/04/rachels-true-friend-test.html' title='Rachel&apos;s True Friend Test'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-256971468990554533</id><published>2007-04-16T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:24:19.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Twins with their mom's birthday celebration. *happy bday Aunty*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mel with her Fitness First hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Olivia with her cute guy obsessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mun Yee with her oh-so-loving someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me with my studying to do! not that i will anyway. but, i'll TRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but i feel like watching a movie later. howwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Assessments tmrw =(. Die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saengil Chukkahamnida, Aiza! Saranghaeyo! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SO,we had this surprise birthday party for Aiza which her mom organized. Of course, with the help of Hanim and Hanisah. It was a success seeing Aiza in a complete shock. Am still thinking of what to give her. She already has so many donbangskinki stuffs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;-rachel-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;edit: olivia,can you please update our blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-256971468990554533?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/256971468990554533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=256971468990554533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/256971468990554533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/256971468990554533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/04/great.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-9077464616161718679</id><published>2007-04-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:52:54.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Omg I've been reaching school super early for 3 days straight. On Tuesday, bro fetched and we reached at 6.30 sharp. The door at the staircase wasnt open yet so sis and I had to wait and wander around the lobby. I hate going school so early. By right, i'm still in my bed sleeping soundly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eh.Eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i was supposed to blog about today. Okay, so basically we had a rehearsal for the upcoming Sports Day on this Friday at the Kampung Pandan Complex. Went there, cheer cheer cheer under the VERY hot sun. lucky you tien! nothing much to talk about that. anyway,got 3rd place..quite dissapointed. red house was nice! exclude the part where miss OLIVIA can't perfect her handstand bridge;p. it was not her fault, someone blocking her way i think. ahaha the funny part was, some people actually commented on the beautiful " somersault" she did. which wasnt even close to a somersault =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;today was tiring. i didnt have the mood to eat anything. had some tongue twister with livia,lennie,MY and nazri haha.history lesson was kinda fun, where en.wan craps about his ghost memories. very fake! haha but he insists is REALLLL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nah, lennie. your short post. i can't think of anything funny. boohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rain's Coming in Sydney! i wanna be thereeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-bumpala papa bumpapa-! i love saying this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;heroes at 9pm! cant wait!!=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727448326425602886-9077464616161718679?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/9077464616161718679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=9077464616161718679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/9077464616161718679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/9077464616161718679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg-ive-been-reaching-school-super_456.html' title=''/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727448326425602886.post-8623616655043691467</id><published>2007-04-07T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:10:20.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Hokuryo memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhoY9HFYznI/AAAAAAAAACM/0omBbIpN1T8/s1600-h/P2091043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051377370202164850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhoY9HFYznI/AAAAAAAAACM/0omBbIpN1T8/s320/P2091043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; In the Sultan's istana.We had fun trying to make the security guard laugh but failed terribly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhoY9nFYzoI/AAAAAAAAACU/_zUqpIx6Obs/s1600-h/P2091045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051377378792099458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhoY9nFYzoI/AAAAAAAAACU/_zUqpIx6Obs/s320/P2091045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Me &amp; my pals posing for the camera!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhdRN3FYzYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yV2uVPbJCCQ/s1600-h/hokuryo+&amp;amp;+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050594805685996930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhdRN3FYzYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yV2uVPbJCCQ/s320/hokuryo+%26+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Last day with them,in the school canteen.As you all can see this a random shot as i was taking out my camera,&amp; shit this is from Hagitas camera.Now he'll remember me as the unphotogenic girl (=.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhdROHFYzZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QyQjizomA8w/s1600-h/P2091049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050594809980964242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhdROHFYzZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QyQjizomA8w/s320/P2091049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; On the KLCC bridge,second day.Was the best day with them.Ate in Madam Kwan &amp;amp; got really broke after that.Have to suffer from Ginny's endless mocking about how expensive the food was &amp; that we should go to Little Penang instead.That day was also the first time Hokuryo students bowed to me after we paid for the food.I bowed back, then later realise that i was bobbing my head front &amp;amp; back instead.I stop &amp; think ,*did i just do that?**Did they notice it?*.Both Hagita &amp;amp; Yamamoto probably realise me slightly gawking .All Hagita did was smile ,but i tried to ignore because I was too embarrass of my not so pleasing dilemma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It's been so long yet so memorable .I'm talking about the Hokuryo exchange program ,held on 9-11 of February.I miss them so much....I haven't e-mailed or mailed them yet,but soon i promise i will so Hokuryo students just wait yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&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/2727448326425602886-8623616655043691467?l=olivia-rachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8623616655043691467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727448326425602886&amp;postID=8623616655043691467' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8623616655043691467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727448326425602886/posts/default/8623616655043691467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivia-rachel.blogspot.com/2007/04/hokuryo-memories.html' title='Hokuryo memories'/><author><name>Since theres 2 of us sharing this blog,i'll let you all decide instead.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02140467754261679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18123796932387734923'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPKy8lRL41Q/RhoY9HFYznI/AAAAAAAAACM/0omBbIpN1T8/s72-c/P2091043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry></feed>