<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:20:12.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Boon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2102678850049224729</id><published>2009-11-29T13:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:11:58.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody has those days.</title><content type='html'>two nights ago i had this weird dream about - stanislav ianevski. (most of you know him as Viktor Krum, from Harry Potter 4.)&lt;br /&gt;totally, unexpectedly, extremely random!&lt;br /&gt;haha, and you won't believe me if i told you what happened in the dream anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it's down-right WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i've been reading sophie kinsella's Can You Keep A Secret? and learnt that they're gonna make a movie of it - starring Kate Hudson. Kate Hudson! Come on! It can do SO much better than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2102678850049224729?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2102678850049224729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybody-has-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2102678850049224729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2102678850049224729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybody-has-those-days.html' title='everybody has those days.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8428856147028161973</id><published>2009-11-29T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:02:14.922+07:00</updated><title type='text'>faceoff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SxIN-JXVIXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-Ljf_4nM6Mk/s1600/face_off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SxIN-JXVIXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-Ljf_4nM6Mk/s400/face_off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;definitely lots of action, going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;this movie is twelve years old! haha. found it on axn yesterday so i just watched it, with my parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;definitely lots of moments where you just feel like asking "what's going on? who's dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8428856147028161973?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8428856147028161973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/faceoff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8428856147028161973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8428856147028161973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/faceoff.html' title='faceoff.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SxIN-JXVIXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-Ljf_4nM6Mk/s72-c/face_off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4258299520587049687</id><published>2009-11-27T17:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:50:34.341+07:00</updated><title type='text'>their still there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;JOHANN FREAKING URB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit old, but HOT!&lt;br /&gt;- haha, and his surname is funny. urb.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think kris allen's in the league. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i've gotta start dissing keir o'donnell. he's lost his fabulosity. OH but benton paul and alexander ludwig's STILL there on the list, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johann urb,&lt;br /&gt;taylor lautner,&lt;br /&gt;benton paul,&lt;br /&gt;alexander ludwig,&lt;br /&gt;john travolta (a bit old, but still.),&lt;br /&gt;channing tatum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4258299520587049687?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4258299520587049687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/their-still-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4258299520587049687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4258299520587049687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/their-still-there.html' title='their still there.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4691649004004639550</id><published>2009-11-27T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:07:13.329+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/XLRPY1pU6bFUuQixoLuc407oRKD9eGnaZ3vOOWxQjUnBImxirld37rxDgysOBa2oJmyDuSaHJw*-CLettM8lCxYsiaKO58GP/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this movie has really good special effects.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay, i admit. after this movie, i am more scared of the date 21-12-2012. seriously. first, it was because of kim a young. she introduced the myth to me. then i got damn scared. and i read this book (actually, breezed through) called apocalypse 2012 and it says that ONE place is safe from the disaster - some place in turkey...or was it kentucky? i kinda forgot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway, that guy who acts as sasha is HOT. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so many people died in this show. i was crying during so many parts of the movie. :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you are the queasy type who don't like these kind of myths and beliefs, don't watch it. seriously. if not your just gonna get scared. but if you enjoy a good movie with loads of special effects and stuff, watch it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4691649004004639550?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4691649004004639550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4691649004004639550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4691649004004639550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8345467104094579798</id><published>2009-11-26T18:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:40:14.097+07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe, it's time for miracles.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually thinking what to blog about right now - i'm kinda lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;i could blog about my day, rachel kiew, the netball match, grease (again) or me tash and marie's super awesome trio. :) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i decided that i'm NOT gonna blog about anything there except for a bit of rachel kiew. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;ms. shirenee de-lightens me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i think i meant demotivates. or is just plain mean and rude.&lt;br /&gt;today, she didn't let me play for netball, then she made me carry stuff and borrowed my phone. i mean, that's okay la. but sometimes she just pushes boundaries. like, seriously. she oughta do something. or we students are going to start like a strike that if they don't fire her we won't study. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm gonna miss miss jerrie!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;ever since ms, jerrie came the year 11's in the past two years have been scoring A's and above for chemistry. or at least that's what people say.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;don't go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realised that i haven't blogged about rachel kiew yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel kiew = sailormoon = milk and flour, pancake power!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8345467104094579798?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8345467104094579798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-time-for-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8345467104094579798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8345467104094579798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-time-for-miracles.html' title='maybe, it&apos;s time for miracles.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-1799495295317842593</id><published>2009-11-25T16:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:28:30.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod thing.</title><content type='html'>i love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;╔═══╗ ♪&lt;br /&gt;║███║ ♫&lt;br /&gt;║ (●) ♫&lt;br /&gt;=═══╝♪ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky. is genius.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-1799495295317842593?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1799495295317842593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/ipod-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1799495295317842593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1799495295317842593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/ipod-thing.html' title='ipod thing.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4005917113155176394</id><published>2009-11-24T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:25:00.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wizards of waverly place the movieee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SwuwA2MgpuI/AAAAAAAAAME/CYg61GHBatY/s1600/WoWP-Movie-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SwuwA2MgpuI/AAAAAAAAAME/CYg61GHBatY/s400/WoWP-Movie-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;DAVID HENRIE IS H.O.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i have to say, awesome special effects. i love the bridge part, esp.! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;the movie was okay, just a bit boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;the thing is, it seems like the whole movie revolves around alex russo (Selena Gomez). mm, i don't really like her. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4005917113155176394?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SwuwA2MgpuI/AAAAAAAAAME/CYg61GHBatY/s72-c/WoWP-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2985394748608984007</id><published>2009-11-23T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:48:59.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how we do it, everybody move it.</title><content type='html'>the grease script arrived today.&lt;br /&gt;gee, jan sure has weird lines. and short ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had a dance rehearsal. horribly tiring!&lt;br /&gt;we learnt a new dance today - we go together. i mean, not to insult ms. shirenee, but we should do more moving in we go together? esp. in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;chang chang changity chang shoo bap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; part that's not in the chorus. all we do is slap our thighs. and ps; ms shirenee, using the same steps for THREE DIFFERENT DANCES isn't gonna work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;tanaka sure loves mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;so we were doing the routine today right, and he couldn't stop eating fries. it was so tempting, but due to my throat conditions, i refuse to touch anything with little particles on it. (salt, and things.) HOWEVER, there is always an exception. SOUR POWER! mmm, sour power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2985394748608984007?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2985394748608984007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-how-we-do-it-everybody-move-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2985394748608984007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2985394748608984007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-how-we-do-it-everybody-move-it.html' title='this is how we do it, everybody move it.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4333374394860906656</id><published>2009-11-21T18:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:07:01.734+07:00</updated><title type='text'>those magic changes.</title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD. I'VE GOT THAT SONG IN MY HEAD AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;what's that playing on the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;why do i keep swaying to and fro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's so familiar to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sends a thrill right through me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;...and something something else. forgot the lyrics here :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;C C C C C C&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A A A Aminor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;F F F F F F&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;G G G Gseven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;anyways, ever since i got back from camp, i feel internal heat. and P.S. i'm picking up Zalikha's accent! haha, for some reason i just am. lol. ask maisarah - she knows about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;i became closer to loads of people during camp. during camp i was really close to amida, zalikha and rachel kiew :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;and maisarah too, but i'm like - close to her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;oh oh oh and marie and sara and other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4333374394860906656?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4333374394860906656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-magic-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4333374394860906656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4333374394860906656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-magic-changes.html' title='those magic changes.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6468797152264393635</id><published>2009-11-20T20:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:36:57.198+07:00</updated><title type='text'>outward bound malaysia lumut</title><content type='html'>I SURVIVED OBS.&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i didn't update you guys that i was away for one week cause of my school camp in outward bound lumut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE&lt;br /&gt;arrived at obs. took luggage to the gym hall and found out that my group members were gonna be: me, hakim, amida, zalikha, hope, ifan, illani, kim seong jae, min young, maureen, nanan, AC, and prthiv. i knew some of them, but i wasn't really close to all of them. i can't really remember, but i think in Day One we did the kayaking lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO&lt;br /&gt;bloody long kayak expedition. we were supposed to paddle 25km, but THANK GOD there was a storm in pangkor so it was cut short to 7km. i seriously can't paddle 25km. Prthiv, who was my partner, would probably like die trying to row me all the way to pantai syawal for 25km. 7km okay la. i paddled :)&lt;br /&gt;arrived at pantai syawal cause we were going to stay the night there. it's a horrible place. i will never ever ever stay in a tent EVER AGAIN. especially when there is a bloody STORM and water is LEAKING through your tent and there's FIFTEEN people there and we were SQUASHED together and had NO AIR TO BREATHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5.30 on Pantai Syawal. STILL raining. only had 2 hours of sleep. (fyi, we went to bed at bloody EIGHT PM cause of the stupid rain). at eight, we had to paddle back to OBS. prthiv was my partner again. heehee. he wanted to dump me for min young. HMPH :) paddled back then after that had whaling lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;br /&gt;horriblity, terribility and torturerama.&lt;br /&gt;we went whaling. prthiv went home cause of his dance exam. on the way back, we were caught in a storm and i'm like. sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FIVE&lt;br /&gt;community service in this school for special kids.&lt;br /&gt;CAME HOME.&lt;br /&gt;SO. FCKING. RELIEVED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6468797152264393635?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6468797152264393635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/outward-bound-malaysia-lumut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6468797152264393635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6468797152264393635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/outward-bound-malaysia-lumut.html' title='outward bound malaysia lumut'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3897795627191640151</id><published>2009-11-14T19:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:11:38.082+07:00</updated><title type='text'>link.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;you can now locate my facebook at :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;www.facebook.com/janolivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;toodle-oo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-3897795627191640151?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3897795627191640151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3897795627191640151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3897795627191640151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/link.html' title='link.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6955808483425329058</id><published>2009-11-14T18:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:46:46.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's magic in everyone you see,</title><content type='html'>i just can't help it, you make me smile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i had horrible period cramps. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's just sad okay. every first day of my period, i get these horrible cramps and i can't do anything for the whole morning and afternoon. I HATE IT. &lt;b&gt;WHY CAN'T MEN HAVE PERIODS, HUH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to watch 2012. my mum says can't cause camp's next week and i need to pack and buy stuff. and she says i can't go watch cause i'm sick. hmph. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna watch Taking of Pelham 123 soon - DVD la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my brother has never heard of 9/11 before. talk about DOWNDATED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6955808483425329058?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6955808483425329058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-magic-in-everyone-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6955808483425329058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6955808483425329058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-magic-in-everyone-you-see.html' title='there&apos;s magic in everyone you see,'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6224101035971169244</id><published>2009-11-12T17:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:39:43.609+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad things happen, if you let them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;p.s. my title was taken from ammar's msn personal message. i thought it was nice so i put it here. haha, sorry ammar (if you're reading this). at least i credited you! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;today during break; we had a short grease rehearsal, where we were practicing this song ... i forgot what it was called. anyway. today i also found out that i have a song to sing too. with tanaka. haha. it's called "mooning."&lt;br /&gt;here, take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQuexLZ3ITI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQuexLZ3ITI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not to be too arrogant. but i can sing MUCH BETTER than that jan in the video. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE JAN, SHE LOOKS LIKE PATTY SIMCOX!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MIGS won 16 - 2 to Tenby in Netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we so cool (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6224101035971169244?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6224101035971169244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-things-happen-if-you-let-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6224101035971169244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6224101035971169244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-things-happen-if-you-let-them.html' title='bad things happen, if you let them.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4830543023100742903</id><published>2009-11-11T19:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:38:50.164+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come one, come all.</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;i want to get more people to read my blog. like, seriously. i'm really grateful to my loyal readers, thank you, you guys, but i want more readers! (:&lt;br /&gt;heehee. i'm very desperate. hahaha. not really, but my blog is very nice right? right? haha, not.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i seriously need to think of more things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;what would you like to read, readers? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me okay,&lt;br /&gt;olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- post from samsung tacco s5230&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4830543023100742903?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4830543023100742903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-one-come-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4830543023100742903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4830543023100742903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-one-come-all.html' title='Come one, come all.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8240965759414181766</id><published>2009-11-10T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:24:09.741+07:00</updated><title type='text'>conjour me some love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have something to tell you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lamest person award&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MR. VICKY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. vicky has gone through one whole term at mutiara international grammar school, and everyday, students have to tolerate his INSANELY LAME not funny jokes. i don't ususally use the term "lame" but, that's just how he rolls. as quoted by mr. vicky -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olivia: "sir, i think your powerpoint is jammed."&lt;br /&gt;mr. vicky: "no la. it's butter."&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;mr. vicky: "hey yoooo guys, okay, today we're gonna learn about hacking okay. there are two types, hackers and crackers."&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;mr. vicky: "anyway, blackmail is like when you receive mail in your mailbox, then send it to the art room and paint it black you know?"&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;mr. vicky: "whatever la you kids."&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the first one done (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstar award - &lt;b&gt;NATASHA KAULSAAAAY&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm-so-cool-look-at-my-hair-lahh award - &lt;b&gt;SHAUN TAN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most used swear words award - &lt;b&gt;CHAN SI YING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-get-annoyed-by-little-things award - &lt;b&gt;MAISARAH AZ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanest award - &lt;b&gt;KIM A YOUNG&lt;/b&gt;. hahahaaa. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8240965759414181766?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8240965759414181766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/conjour-me-some-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8240965759414181766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8240965759414181766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/conjour-me-some-love.html' title='conjour me some love.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2223947809597464721</id><published>2009-11-10T16:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:58:48.824+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be loving you long time.</title><content type='html'>has it been long?&lt;br /&gt;haha, i don't know. it has sure been long for me. i feel like i haven't touched this blog for years (actually, its only 2 days.)&lt;br /&gt;what's up? (:&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals for grease have started. it's fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2223947809597464721?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2223947809597464721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-loving-you-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2223947809597464721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2223947809597464721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-loving-you-long-time.html' title='i&apos;ll be loving you long time.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3015877284896539864</id><published>2009-11-08T15:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:22:00.824+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time traveler's wife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SvZ-TZfljBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z44NEvjoFSE/s1600-h/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SvZ-TZfljBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z44NEvjoFSE/s400/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, i was in love with the book. the movie's just average - it's just like they say, books are always better than movies. (in Harry Potter's case as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was actually supposed to watch this with aileen, maisarah and rachel kiew. but then it wasn't planned properly so it was cancelled, and i ended up watching it with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this movie is a real cry-a-lot kind of movie, i mean, there's even tear releasing parts in the middle of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the thing is, if you haven't read the book, you won't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rachel mc adams is so, so, so SKINNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha, there &amp;nbsp;was this part where she got off the bed and you could see her ribs poking out. er, she must be one of those constantly dieting celebrities. i think eric bana suits the role though. gomez, in the movie, is fugly. i always thought of him as a hot, blonde man in the book. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you should see this movie, if you are the type that likes drama, romance, a little bit of comedy here and there and cry-out-loud movies. however, if you like action and suspense, then you should pass this and go watch, 2012, for instance. it's coming out next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodle-oo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*your movie critic of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-3015877284896539864?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3015877284896539864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-travelers-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3015877284896539864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3015877284896539864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-travelers-wife.html' title='the time traveler&apos;s wife.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SvZ-TZfljBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z44NEvjoFSE/s72-c/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-744728648658138770</id><published>2009-11-03T16:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:49:19.392+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ho ho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;she'll be coming round the mountain, here she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;she'll be coming round the mountain, here she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;she'll be coming round the mountain,&amp;nbsp;she'll be coming round the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;she'll be coming round the mountain, here she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's my singing drills for music class. must sing one key every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asdfghjkl;qwertyuiop. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay, so school started off with some ao maths. did some sets&amp;nbsp;revision&amp;nbsp;and things. had biology next. did some food tests and experiments. break. me and maisarah were sneaking around and hiding from the prefects :D &amp;nbsp; it was so funny. then maisarah almost got bitten by a dragonfly. we actually lost hope along the way casue she got caught by the prefects. whoops. and sorry XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after break, had some maths. math test. well, it wasn't that easy, but not that hard either. we were also given "online homework."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;later, we had business studies. christian lau seng loong, age 14, still owes me ONE BUSINESS REPORT, MISTER. he threw my business report into mr. shiraz's office. and it was locked. and it's gonna be locked til' god knows when. had mr. jehabar for relief instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last, and certainly least, we had geography. for some reason, shaun kept asking me to stop vibrating. hahaha. i wasn't yet la. (: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;geography, was a drag, as usual. somebody should lighten up the class a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-744728648658138770?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/744728648658138770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/744728648658138770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/744728648658138770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-ho-ho.html' title='oh ho ho.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5869784903530571029</id><published>2009-11-02T18:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:04:54.507+07:00</updated><title type='text'>go grease lightning</title><content type='html'>well, we had our first grease rehearsal today, and i came back all sweaty and stinky.&lt;br /&gt;1. it was probably cause of the heat in the hall - the HEAT as in they didn't turn on the ACs. only the fans.&lt;br /&gt;2. all we did was dance.&lt;br /&gt;3. stupid juniors, spoiling our rehearsal &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, SERIOUSLY. there were tons of juniors there - almost double of all the seniors. and they weren't year 5 or 6, they are little KIDS! and one thing, i can't stand little kids. they're cute and all but i really can't.&lt;br /&gt;do i sound mean?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the math test and i'm sitting here facebooking and blogging, etc. i guess i'm just gonna have to depend on my luck again. mr shahul has eyes everywhere so you can't really "communicate" in the test, unlike some teachers like mr tan and mr shiraz. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm gonna play the sims now or something.&lt;br /&gt;ciao - for now,&lt;br /&gt;olivia--♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5869784903530571029?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5869784903530571029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-grease-lightning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5869784903530571029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5869784903530571029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-grease-lightning.html' title='go grease lightning'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5463101288766685770</id><published>2009-11-02T09:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:25:40.073+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored bored x 1000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Su5CkOEFmQI/AAAAAAAAALs/eI-qfv2tpI4/s1600-h/bored.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Su5CkOEFmQI/AAAAAAAAALs/eI-qfv2tpI4/s320/bored.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr. vicky has some kind of weird, lame aura around him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said "oh, is the powerpoint jammed"? and he said "no, it's butter." LAME.&lt;br /&gt;i said "why is hope taking so long to go to the toilet?" and he said "maybe she's like, poo-pooing." WTF?&lt;br /&gt;and there's like loads more.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for ict to end.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the rehearsals at the end of school today (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;grease is the word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;olivia--♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5463101288766685770?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5463101288766685770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-bored-bored-x-1000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5463101288766685770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5463101288766685770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-bored-bored-x-1000.html' title='bored bored bored x 1000'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Su5CkOEFmQI/AAAAAAAAALs/eI-qfv2tpI4/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6847971481632169907</id><published>2009-11-01T15:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:09:46.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Su1QOP-1RAI/AAAAAAAAALk/W5XwvFYwAtM/s1600-h/Brochure-Grease.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Su1QOP-1RAI/AAAAAAAAALk/W5XwvFYwAtM/s320/Brochure-Grease.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just love the hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6847971481632169907?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6847971481632169907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6847971481632169907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6847971481632169907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Su1QOP-1RAI/AAAAAAAAALk/W5XwvFYwAtM/s72-c/Brochure-Grease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-1211218242440194904</id><published>2009-11-01T13:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:30:04.472+07:00</updated><title type='text'>behold, the windows of life.</title><content type='html'>it has been known for generations by man, that the eye is truly an important part of us. people who are just born with weak eye muscles wear glasses when they get older. some may choose contacts over glasses, or some may just get the new eye&amp;nbsp;orthopedic solution. the point is, vision has always been one of man's many vital tools to get through in life, and all these things have been invented to improve, or correct our vision. take lasic treatment, for example. it corrects the shape of our eyeball and switches our vision back to 100%, at zero degrees. however, this has it's side effects - it may&amp;nbsp;cause&amp;nbsp;the eye to turn utterly dry every few hours, or put a consistent strain on the eye when faced with glare or shine. &amp;nbsp;the eyelash is a&amp;nbsp;defense&amp;nbsp;guard. it protects our eyes from dust and germs. this helps to reduce your visionary glands from getting irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i have written around a paragraph of the eye (above) is because i have come to realise that some people, good, or bad, have gone blind, being unable to see anything anymore. their lives are not ruined, but they are destroyed. what's a house without windows? what are you without your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay. enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;the REAL reason why I wrote about eyes (in such a smart tone) is because my eyes turned red.....again. okay, so this post has made me sound like a geek 8D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna play sims 3 now.&lt;br /&gt;still hooked on that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye,&lt;br /&gt;olivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-1211218242440194904?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1211218242440194904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/behold-windows-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1211218242440194904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1211218242440194904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/11/behold-windows-of-life.html' title='behold, the windows of life.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7186835663359609829</id><published>2009-10-31T16:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:07:48.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up, doc?</title><content type='html'>OH GOD. AAR. I WANNA I WANNA I WANNA GOOOO :(&lt;br /&gt;this is so sad. i'm stuck here at home waiting to go for dinner and people are like, on their way to Bukit Jalil Car Park A. or already there. either ways, ALAA :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring halloween it is this year. the bod have decided to cancel halloween party in school this year. man, i wanted to go as a sheep. well, gotta wait until next year. i'll probably go as a witch or something. or i'll go as JAN! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. signing out,&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7186835663359609829?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7186835663359609829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-up-doc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7186835663359609829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7186835663359609829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-up-doc.html' title='what&apos;s up, doc?'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7974642621210500616</id><published>2009-10-30T15:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:31:42.074+07:00</updated><title type='text'>grease is the word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i have just realised that most of my recent posts have titles relating to GREASE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grease-y chicks, grease final cast, grease auditions, brusha brusha brusha, brusha brusha brusha 2, jan... etc.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;before school started, me and nina were playing the good morning game. there's this line, and we had to say good morning to everyone who passes the line. and give hugs to everyone who entered the door. and if we didn't want to hug them, we said "welcome". HAHAHA it was such a laugh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off school with some english today, and datin christie wasn't here, so we had sami for relief. did some letter-writing and then talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, had chemistry - and ms jerrie wasn't here. so had mr. shahul for relief. me and ayoung were laughing so much, cause she was like (to almost everyone) hey you! die! *gun action* BOOM. hahahaha it was so funny to see their reactions. we also stuck post-its on AC and Masakazu. There's one in Masakazu's chemistry book. mehehehe. open it up to do his homework, and a post-it will pop out saying "MASAKAZU, DIE! BOOM." hahahahahahahaha. i'm sure he's gonna text me and ask me to die also XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during break, there was a GREASE meetig in Mr. Fulton's office. Talked about various things there, and had character descriptions too. read this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danny (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHAUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - slick, suave, handsome and charming. temperamental? i dunno. something like that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sandy (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NADIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - sweet, innocent, naive, cute. (aww.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kenickie (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RYAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - hot-tempered, strong, tough, leader. - can't remember.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rizzo (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMIDA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - tough but vulnerable, strong-willed, confident.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frenchy (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - dumb, high-pitched, loads of make-up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OLIVIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; - me) - chubby, loves food, loud and pushy around girls but shy around boys. (CHUBBY?!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marty (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAISARAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - the most beautiful of all the pink ladies, flirt, tries to act sophisticated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doody (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRTHIV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - youngest of the T-Birds, most intellectual.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Putzie/Roger (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TANAKA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - always up to mischief, and something else (can't remember :/)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonny (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZAHRIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - flirt, arrogant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eugene (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - awkwardly built, high-pitched, nerdy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patty Simcox (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNDECIDED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - annoying, flirt, nerdy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cha Cha (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEBBIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;) - flirty, arrogant, good dancer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all i could remember him reading. if i missed you out, i'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had maths after that. did some sets questions, then watched videos.&lt;br /&gt;later, AO math. ao math = what's it for anyway!?&lt;br /&gt;and that was it, school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;- Ayoung and KuYeong were sent to school by my parents today.&lt;br /&gt;- I had THREE HOURS STRAIGHT of Mr. Shahul today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7974642621210500616?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7974642621210500616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/grease-is-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7974642621210500616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7974642621210500616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/grease-is-word.html' title='grease is the word.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-530724803339015379</id><published>2009-10-29T18:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:35:51.472+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey mickey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Sul-DeK6agI/AAAAAAAAALc/5hHzLkZFZyA/s1600-h/text_and_quotes_191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Sul-DeK6agI/AAAAAAAAALc/5hHzLkZFZyA/s320/text_and_quotes_191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was quite fun today.&lt;br /&gt;started off with english, and datin christie wasn't here. so me, elli, hope and tash made up names for everyone! haha. i'm barbie, elli's sophie, tash's sue and hope's bella. we made up some names for the others too. haha. edward's one was the funniest. douglas. ahahaaa. AC's one was funny too - Eugene. lol. and elli is the only person who agrees with me that ariff - no doubt - looks like taylor lautner. just without the buff body. after that, we made a star trek bowing-motion. haha. damn funny. it's like we have to bend down, and we do the star trek hands and go : staaaar treeeeek. staaaaar treeeek. hahahahaha. migs' retards (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we had PE. i wasn't really in the mood for netball today. started off with aerobics, actually. Did some simple steps to "Hello Mickey" and the Ketchup Song. lol. then did drills, piggyback race then netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break time. had chicken rice for lunch. mmm. it's been a long time since they served us chicken rice. on the way out of the cafeteria, tanaka smiled at me and said hey. well, i guess that's a good thing. it won't feel weird at the rehearsals. hahaha - cause i barely know him, and we're supposed to be a couple in Grease. Putzie and Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Ayoung was trying out Hyo Bin's crutches. GOSH. I CAN'T WALK IN CRUTCHES! haha i can't even balance on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT. handed our projects today. internet was damn slow, so facebook kept getting jammed. P.S. if you wanna use the real facebook in school, the http one, use internet explorer not mozilla firefox. okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Boring, did work. Ju Hyung asked everyone to call me Raj :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths. was so. funny.&lt;br /&gt;sat with rachel kiew today, and we were talking about mr. vicky's stomach. LOL LOL. it's like a D shape you know. And if you count his butt too, it'll be a perfect S shape. S with verrrrry curvy rounds.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was kinda boring today. But Ayoung was there (:&lt;br /&gt;did some comedy sketches. usually, drama is supposed to be interesting. meh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and revealed my chemistry marks to mum. bad marks. 64% and 81% ain't too good.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i've ranted enough for one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til' next time,&lt;br /&gt;olivia--.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-530724803339015379?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/530724803339015379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-mickey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/530724803339015379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/530724803339015379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-mickey.html' title='hey mickey.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Sul-DeK6agI/AAAAAAAAALc/5hHzLkZFZyA/s72-c/text_and_quotes_191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2525815806245934458</id><published>2009-10-29T17:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:54:29.831+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday daddy (:</title><content type='html'>my beloved daddykins is celebrating his birthday today (:&lt;br /&gt;oh. as well as mr. eduardo. but, pft. my dad's comes first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2525815806245934458?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2525815806245934458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2525815806245934458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2525815806245934458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='happy birthday daddy (:'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4162589715210224810</id><published>2009-10-28T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:31:47.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, sandy.</title><content type='html'>school started off with Geography today. OH, GEOGRAPHY. it kinda brings down everyone's spirits. so, yeah, was really sleepy during geography. i got 12.5/20 for the test. okay, la.&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY, now was a real disappointment. This is so stupid. I studies so much, but got 64% for the first paper, and 81% for the second. ZAINAL barely studied, and got 93% for the first paper and 88% for the first. learnt some stuff about ionic bonding.&lt;br /&gt;break - ayoung and hope were playing mission impossible. haha so funny. lol, we asked masakazu to be the thief, and then they shot him and he was supposed to do matrix. and he was like "oooooh i didged the bullet. whatever" LOL. he doesn't play along!&lt;br /&gt;business and accounting, both with mr. acheraf in the french room.drank coffee from his COOL DISPENSER today :) it was like a cup, and coffee came out at the bottom. i've never seen it before so it's cool la.&lt;br /&gt;Had accounting assessment, but we brought the test home for homework instead. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the auditions. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;SHURI KIMURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; YOU WERE AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;debbie only got it maybe cause mr. fulton gave it to her since she tried out for so many but didn't get it. but debbie was really really awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;abaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda excited for the grease rehearsals. i feel like it'll be uber &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4162589715210224810?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4162589715210224810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-sandy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4162589715210224810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4162589715210224810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-sandy.html' title='oh, sandy.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7610226148456943153</id><published>2009-10-28T17:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:31:03.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>grease final cast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;okay, GREASE's final cast is here!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Zuko - SHAUN&lt;br /&gt;Sandy Ohlsson - NADIN&lt;br /&gt;Kenickie - RYAN&lt;br /&gt;Betty Rizzo - AMIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenchy - MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;Jan - OLIVIA&lt;br /&gt;Marty Maraschino - MAISARAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonny - ZAHRIN&lt;br /&gt;Putzie - TANAKA&lt;br /&gt;Doody - PRTHIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo - EDWARD&lt;br /&gt;Cha Cha - DEBBIE&lt;br /&gt;Patty Simcox - *undecided*&lt;br /&gt;Eugene - LIAM&lt;br /&gt;Coach Calhoune - *undecided*&lt;br /&gt;Principal McGee - RUZANA&lt;br /&gt;Secretary Blanche - MARIE&lt;br /&gt;Tom Chisom - DON'T KNOW LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7610226148456943153?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7610226148456943153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/grease-final-cast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7610226148456943153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7610226148456943153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/grease-final-cast.html' title='grease final cast.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6002173990835574713</id><published>2009-10-27T18:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:25:34.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>brusha brusha brusha 2</title><content type='html'>AHHH I HAVE TO DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna start cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fiKM1QkCho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fiKM1QkCho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6002173990835574713?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6002173990835574713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/brusha-brusha-brusha-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6002173990835574713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6002173990835574713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/brusha-brusha-brusha-2.html' title='brusha brusha brusha 2'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6788062905815042806</id><published>2009-10-27T17:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:15:02.347+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many different things</title><content type='html'>everybody likes something else. there's no two people alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;started the day with some ao math todaaay. got a project. mbflah :/ &amp;nbsp;who in the world gives AO MATH PROJECTS?! anyway, had biology after that, did some oxygen tests. haha ju hyung was playing with the chicken liver today. and mind you, chicken liver STINKS! never ever smell it, especially after you just smelt yeast.&lt;br /&gt;break time, hung around with aileen, ayoung, maisarah.&lt;br /&gt;math. did sets. i was damn tired during maths :( no mood to do anything! next had business. did some kopitiam discussion thing. but it was boring :( NOBODY except me and edward were acting. the rest were just so...blah. they didn't do any acting. just being themself :) later had geography.&lt;br /&gt;came home and slept for like, what, 10 minutes until my mu woke me up and said "DO BIO HOMEWORK!" bleh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, really gotta get doing my IT presentation now.&lt;br /&gt;time's awaiting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoooom&lt;br /&gt;olivia--.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6788062905815042806?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6788062905815042806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-many-different-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6788062905815042806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6788062905815042806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-many-different-things.html' title='so many different things'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7770013048994263698</id><published>2009-10-26T17:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:57:35.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>grease-y chickies</title><content type='html'>100th Post.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT JAN ♥&lt;br /&gt;all my sweat and tears spent on Betty Rizzo has now finally taken a turn, and turn my frown into a smile. I wonder whether he gave the part to me cause I made call backs last week and didn't get it , then didn't give up. dunno. cause out of the 6 today, 3 made it into call backs last week, and 1 tried for Danny.&lt;br /&gt;Maisarah got Marty! We gonna have so much fun at the rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so far, this is the cast list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danny - &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;SHAUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sandy - &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;NADIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kenickie - &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;RYAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rizzo - &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;AMIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frenchy - &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan - &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;OLIVIA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marty - &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;MAISARAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Putzie - &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;TANAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonny - &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;ZAHRIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doody - &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;PRTHIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir for now readers, and for all those who didn't get a part, try at the auditions next week! you'll never know if you get the part :D&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;olivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7770013048994263698?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7770013048994263698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/grease-y-chickies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7770013048994263698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7770013048994263698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/grease-y-chickies.html' title='grease-y chickies'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5085298063293707410</id><published>2009-10-26T08:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:25:14.332+07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrations</title><content type='html'>this is gonna sound really mean, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR. VICKY IS NOT HERE&lt;/span&gt;! WOOOO (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;got auditions later this evening. wish me luck! GOOD luck.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5085298063293707410?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5085298063293707410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrations_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5085298063293707410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5085298063293707410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrations_26.html' title='celebrations'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3734113568442061121</id><published>2009-10-25T12:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:59:19.308+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>maisarah invited me to her blog. (:&lt;div&gt;suck on that, edward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. edward's discovered my bloggie yesterday night. lol. he "claims" he didn't know i had a blog. really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piano class in the mornings. well, i don't like know any of the people there, so it's actually kinda boring. but at least it's more interesting than my violin class. i've been wanting to drop violin. but my parents said no. blek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so went to secret recipe for lunch today. had bolognese with extra cheesiness. deeeelicious :) and my mum was nagging me today about wearing contacts tomorrow for audition - or tonight for the wedding for that matter. she says i have to make a choice. either wear for auditions, or for the dinner. i think i'll go with the dinner. you can't put mascara with glasses, it'll just stain the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, nothing much to blog about now. going off to play sims 3. wheeeee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;til' then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-3734113568442061121?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3734113568442061121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3734113568442061121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3734113568442061121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4650472183178734580</id><published>2009-10-24T16:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:29:38.235+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sky-lace-e.</title><content type='html'>who is the singer with the most sweet, melodious voice?&lt;div&gt;olivia: adam lambert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matthew: taylor swift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ming-wei: dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shaun fendi: &lt;b&gt;SUSAN BOYLE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in skylace, the girls were winning, like by god-knows-how-many-points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, the boys won at the end. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then they called us epic failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember so many laughs in skylace, every time i go there. the time when we made a sun into a mafia leader. the time we degraded each other so bad. the time when justin broke the chair. the time when matthew smashed the table into the wall. the time when shaun sang bleeding love. the time when ai ling had an air clenaser around the neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know we only see each other for like, once a week, but we've known each other for so many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skylace buds forever and ever (: (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6856778759770696553</id><published>2009-10-24T15:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:01:15.679+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bucky beaver♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brusha, brusha, brusha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get the new Ipana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the brand new flavor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's dandy for your teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brusha, brusha, brusha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Ipana toothpaste Brusha, brusha, brusha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knocks Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decays germs fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fast, faster sure alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6856778759770696553?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6856778759770696553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/bucky-beaver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6856778759770696553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6856778759770696553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/bucky-beaver.html' title='bucky beaver♥'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5209514541844970789</id><published>2009-10-23T15:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:27:24.537+07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;SI YING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;okay. okay.&lt;div&gt;so, i failed to get rizzo. anyway, i'm not gonna give up that early. i'm going to try out for the pink ladies. wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was an average day. started off the day in a bad mood. of course la. doesn't crying make everyone unhappy? so some people were asking me whether i was okay. so, yeah i answered yes. thanks anyways, guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started off with english. i was happy and laughing again in english, when aileen came out with the idea of a psychopath in our english dialogue. it was damn funny :) but then in the end we came up with a storyline of.... -wait for monday to watch our skit-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next was chemistry, learnt about valencies. ms. jerrie is a wonderful teacher. unbiased, knows how to teach, fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was break, when i signed up for the auditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, math. did sets - again. venn diagrams and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we had AO. boring - as usual :(   why can't math be interesting? it used to be really interesting. (maybe cause it was easy. now not so easy anymore. stupid AO math.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home, went to enopi, showered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm here la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for megavideo to load ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olivia signing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5209514541844970789?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5209514541844970789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5209514541844970789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5209514541844970789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby.html' title='baby'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6766318433556523396</id><published>2009-10-22T17:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:35:42.154+07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't talk to me about that.</title><content type='html'>yeah, continuing  from the last post --&lt;div&gt;please don't talk to me about the grease call backs. please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't remind me of how much i screwed up/embarrassed myself/messed everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thanks to everyone who asked whether i was okay when i left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really appreciate it :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i hope you couldn't see my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause when i got into the car, i buried my head down and let the tears run freely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't believe i cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i would try my best to not let other people see me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just don't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6766318433556523396?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6766318433556523396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-talk-to-me-about-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6766318433556523396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6766318433556523396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-talk-to-me-about-that.html' title='don&apos;t talk to me about that.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5759465325556194216</id><published>2009-10-22T17:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:25:33.561+07:00</updated><title type='text'>callbacks.</title><content type='html'>yeah. the callbacks.&lt;div&gt;you see, the school is having a production of GREASE this year. and i auditioned, for both sandy and rizzo. i got into the top three for rizzo's part. so i was 'callbacked'. however, my competition was really hard, as both ru dee and amida were callbacked too. and the thing is, they're both really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we had to sing "look at me, i'm sandra dee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i must say i totally screwed up the singing thing. i mean, i forgot the bloody lyrics and my voice was all weird. amida was really really really good in the singing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, the acting bit. everything was going really fine until i forgot my line - "you sure got a lot to offer a girl." shit. MAJOR SCREW UP HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the dancing. i think i was okay at the dancing though. i remembered all the steps okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't get the part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;congratulations to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shaun tan -&gt; danny zuko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nadin norzuhdy -&gt; sandy ohlsson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ryan minshull -&gt; kenickie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puteri amida -&gt; rizzo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cheer up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;elisha love&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will always be my sandy, no matter how hard you laugh or cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5759465325556194216?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5759465325556194216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/callbacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5759465325556194216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5759465325556194216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/callbacks.html' title='callbacks.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7564855103274435141</id><published>2009-10-21T16:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:26:03.848+07:00</updated><title type='text'>as for you...</title><content type='html'>netball team picks today.&lt;div&gt;olivia boon is a SUB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i don't mind being a sub, but it's just that, does ms. sherenee actually have to say "oh. you are not as good as debbie so your a sub. you should be thankful at least you got picked."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHMYGAZAAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she shouldn't say that. i mean, a sub, fine. don't need to add anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMPH ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today i told hope what aileen knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so TWO people know now ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;four, including myself. and. you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7564855103274435141?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7564855103274435141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7564855103274435141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7564855103274435141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-for-you.html' title='as for you...'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8078776216622443861</id><published>2009-10-19T17:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:03:16.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kenickie♥</title><content type='html'>yellow readers (:&lt;div&gt;the day started off with some physics. yawn yawn. enough said :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next was ict. TRIPLE DIPLE YAWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was break. haha break was funny today! kim carried siying into the boys toilet. then we were like "SIYING COME OUT LA." and she was inside tying her hair. we were laughing so much! lol. it happened like two times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then had biology. BAH. got results back. 75%. BAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then had accounting. learnt about double entry accounts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next was, english. doodoodoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GREASE AUDITIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygod i swear, i screwed up during the one where i had to do rizzo, and forgot the lines. eeek. and the singing. oh god. i dont know whether mr. fulton liked it or not. i sang like the SHORTEST times compared to others. but there were loads of people who were really good. -names will go unmentioned-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and my eyes turned red again today. more than two people asked whether i had conjunctivities. MEANOS :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8078776216622443861?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8078776216622443861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/kenickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8078776216622443861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8078776216622443861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/kenickie.html' title='kenickie♥'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7100387477316644530</id><published>2009-10-18T20:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:27:12.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU STINK</title><content type='html'>wherever i go, you must be there for some reason.&lt;div&gt;whatever i do, you must have some interest in it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever i say, you must have some answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever i talk about, you have to insist adding her into our conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever we argue about, you always end up saying "that's what SHE will want".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever we discuss about it always has to be "but SHE said this is better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY. WHY. WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY HER? DIDN'T IT USE TO BE ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i'm utterly disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7100387477316644530?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7100387477316644530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-stink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7100387477316644530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7100387477316644530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-stink.html' title='YOU STINK'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3160099641815139309</id><published>2009-10-17T20:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:32:00.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear spammers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T SPAM MY SHOUTBOX PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU.&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/3009402167352689765-3160099641815139309?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3160099641815139309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/spammers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3160099641815139309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3160099641815139309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/spammers.html' title='dear spammers'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6908585299740526611</id><published>2009-10-17T10:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:32:40.165+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i hate about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;you know what, i'm pretty sure i'm the victim in this situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't fucking tell me you're sorry, cause i know your'e not. don't give me all this bullshit that you still love me, that you still care. don't tell me that we can still can be friends cause i know that soon we'll be nothing but mere strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have never sworn at me. but now you do, don't you? don't tell me that you still want to know what's happening to me. cause i know that deep down you don't give a damn about me. about my life. you want her, just GO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know that i'm upset you broke it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, DUH. so, as any normal person would do, you should STOP asking me for fucking DATING ADVICE. i'm not gonna help you. i mean, really. do you expect me to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think about this for a minute. put yourself in my position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those cards you gave me? i'll burn them if i have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so lucky we have no pictures, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, don't ask me if i'm angry with your new RELATIONSHIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because YES, screw you. i AM angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;get OUT of my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6908585299740526611?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6908585299740526611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-hate-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6908585299740526611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6908585299740526611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-hate-about-you.html' title='what i hate about you.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2798175852200513691</id><published>2009-10-16T15:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:34:31.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>busted!</title><content type='html'>today christian stumbled upon the post where i was talking about.&lt;div&gt;"i hope you and xxxxxxxx have a good relationship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts to even type it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, he was pestering me to tell him who it is. well OBVIOUSLY i WONT' tell HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only two people in this world knows what i'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aileen and ---------------.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2798175852200513691?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2798175852200513691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/busted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2798175852200513691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2798175852200513691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/busted.html' title='busted!'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-9101572593533866156</id><published>2009-10-16T12:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:37:39.057+07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2.</title><content type='html'>OI.&lt;div&gt;did you read the post i have below called "Too Many Steps" that talks about this guy named Daniel and a girl called Lorraine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice, right? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you liked it ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause if you do then read more laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksie.com/romance/novel/oliviabtc/what-they-dont-know/chapter/2"&gt;http://www.booksie.com/romance/novel/oliviabtc/what-they-dont-know/chapter/2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-9101572593533866156?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/9101572593533866156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/9101572593533866156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/9101572593533866156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-2.html' title='chapter 2.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7033117618339677276</id><published>2009-10-15T10:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:49:13.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the point is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;STUPID SCHOOL BLOCKED FACEBOOK, TWITTER AND WHAT NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;\UGH/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;they didnt block &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/m.facebook.com"&gt;Mobile Facebook!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEHEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7033117618339677276?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7033117618339677276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-point-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7033117618339677276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7033117618339677276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-point-is.html' title='and the point is?'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-968751522178799113</id><published>2009-10-14T16:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:24:32.174+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;White headlights cut through the darkness, laying out an invisible path for Daniel to follow, across the strewn leaves and branches. It was an unusually dark night, with no moon to help him find his way through the surroundings of the forest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;The bumpy ride made his well-kept Bentley jerk and screech, as Daniel pressed as hard as he could on the accelerator, praying that it would go faster, praying that he could reach his destination in time. Praying that when he got to his destination, everything would be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Just an hour ago whilst he was waiting for her at the cinema, he had received an emergency call from his girl – his true love, his soul mate, his everything. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, as it all came out in thick squawks, only enabling to catch a few words. However when asked where she is; she had told him she promised someone not to say. Who could that someone be if it wasn’t him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;The words were still ringing in his ears – sorry, difficult, forgive, suicide. Suicide. That was what she had said. What made him worried, scared. When the search party had failed to find her, he had no choice but to head out on his own. Daniel was pleading silently in his head, begging God to save his angel, hoping that she would think twice before doing anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;The headlights shone on the surface of a small, wooden shack. Daniel knew that if she wanted to die, she would die here. So many things had occurred in this little shack between them both. When they eloped occasionally, they would seek refuge here. They would come here to get high, get drunk, and hold private parties between themselves and a few friends. But both of them were virgins, virgins to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Daniel locked his Bentley and ran to the shack. He broke down the door, expecting to find his girl slumped on the bed with blood sprawled all over. But what he had found was shocking – nothing like he expected it would be. Nothing like he had anticipated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Lorraine was sitting on the edge of the old, rusty bed, crying her eyes out. Next to her lay a gun. Daniel supposed that the bullets were inside and she was about to shoot herself. But why hasn’t she, when she knew he was looking for him? Did she want a last goodbye? Daniel walked over to her and crouched beside her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Baby, what’s wrong?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;She didn’t reply – she was still sobbing loudly, face pressed into her hands. Daniel was confused. What went wrong that she wanted to do this to herself? Then she sat up and turned around partly facing him, tears leaking down her face. Daniel thought she looked beautiful even when she cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Daniel…”she muttered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Daniel? He thought. She never referred to him by name before. Ever since they met, she had never referred to him as anything else other than “Love”. She would call him “Love” in school, at home, on the phone, wherever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Baby, are you alright?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;And then Daniel saw it when she turned around fully. Her stomach was inflated and bloated, and her belly could not hide the fact that she pregnant with his child. Daniel smiled and chuckled. Why, was that the problem bothering her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;But then Daniel remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;They were virgins, virgins to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Well, at least he was. He knew the truth. She was seeing someone else – or perhaps a one-night-stand? Both were equally as horrifying to Daniel. Sweet, sweet Lorraine. His angel, his life, his soul-mate. A thought like that would never cross his mind, that his lovely would ever do such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Daniel… I’m sorry…” she pleaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;He stood up and shoved her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“It’s too late to be sorry, Lo. You know that we haven’t kept any secrets from each other before. I trusted you, Lo. But now, I really can’t do much.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;She looked at him, in utter fear, in utter terror. Daniel had never crossed his mind that he would do this in his life. Ever. But his anger, his rage, his uncertainty took the best of him. He swiped the gun from the bed and checked for bullets. Two were intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Lo. I’m sorry.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“No, no, no. No, Daniel! What have we gone through to deserve this kind of ending?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Ask yourself.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Daniel, please. Please, Love. I love you. I do. I don’t know how on earth I got this baby. I don’t know. It could be you, when we were drunk one night. It could be anybody. I’m not sure. I don’t know. My mind is fogged up, but I do love you, Love. Please!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Do you really? Have you asked yourself that? I risked everything for you and now you give me this? This is my punishment?” Daniel raised the gun and pointed it at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Goodbye, Lo. Have a safe journey to Hell.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;“Daniel, Love, No!” Lorraine screeched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Daniel closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;There was a shot, and then everything went black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-968751522178799113?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/968751522178799113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-many-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/968751522178799113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/968751522178799113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-many-steps.html' title='Too Many Steps'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-9079938064811298759</id><published>2009-10-13T17:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:32:19.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>freakshow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you are about to die, images and memories of your past seem to come to life right in front of your very eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;For Lacy Darling, it was memories before she was diagnosed with a serious heart problem - her body was pumping and generating only half of the blood she is supposed to be having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;The problem is, Lacy has no memories of before she was diagnosed with it. For her whole life, all she could remember was hospital trips, home-tutor and being stranded at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Being an outcast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Being different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;But one day, Lacy decides that she should get a chance to live. And the only thing she needs is a heart donor. All she needs is a  young, alive, happy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;And she will do anything to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;When she heard those words she felt like the ground had given way, that her body had lost all it's need to fight, that her mind was never going to return to its sane state. The colour of her vision drained to monotonous, and all the breath she saved up in her lungs had filtered away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You only have three months left."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the age of nineteen, Lacy had gone through many things a usual nineteen-year-old would not have gone through, not even an adult would. What Lacy had overcome and the obstacles she had crossed now seemed to melt away into the darkness, as she caught a few words Doctor Campbell was muttering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Serious...not possible to be healed...tried our best...very sorry..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With those last two words, Lacy Darling stood up, oblivious to the loud sobs of her mother and everything else around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry, I really can't hear any of this anymore, I've got to...go..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked out on her parents and the doctor, closed the door and started to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She could make out her father's faint protests of having no medication to cure his little girl. His gift from heaven. His perfect angel. His sweet, sweet mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Lacy really couldn't think about that right now. She was thinking about how she could have spent growing up with a normal life, as a normal teen, going to normal school, with normal friends. But the only socializing she remembered was when her boyfriend had dumped her in ninth grade when he found out what she had. 'Freak,' he taunted. Word spread out to the whole school and she was forced to have home-tutor ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then the thought struck her. She deserved to live after fighting for so many years. She deserved a full life. She deserved nineteen years of what others got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She deserved revenge. Revenge on all those who taunted her, all those who discriminated her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had made her decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eliminating them one, by one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-9079938064811298759?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/9079938064811298759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/freakshow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/9079938064811298759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/9079938064811298759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/freakshow.html' title='freakshow.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4065456821308290499</id><published>2009-10-12T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:44:54.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC FAILURE.</title><content type='html'>I HATE VIOLIN CLASS. &lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS. &lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS. &lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS. &lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS. &lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE VIOLIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3009402167352689765-4065456821308290499?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4065456821308290499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4065456821308290499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4065456821308290499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-failure.html' title='EPIC FAILURE.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5687865914425445885</id><published>2009-10-12T08:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:39:07.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>blocked.</title><content type='html'>the school has blocked &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do during the boring lectures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.twitter.com/oliviaboonie"&gt;My Twitter&lt;/a&gt; is like, the only thing left laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisarah lent &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to me this morning. I lent Suspicion to her.&lt;br /&gt;WOOO ♥&lt;br /&gt;i finally get to read it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5687865914425445885?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5687865914425445885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/blocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5687865914425445885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5687865914425445885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/blocked.html' title='blocked.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4441066054932279680</id><published>2009-10-08T16:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:43:15.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the things you do for love.</title><content type='html'>look who's back? (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know how it feels like to love someone, be loved back, get hurt because of his love for another girl, then spend an eternity trying to forget about him, then after successfully forgetting about the past, get treated nicely back by that boy and hear him confess his likeness for you...again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, come ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you really expect yourself to fall for that boy...again? YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you believe that he likes you again? NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you consider going out with him (again)? YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you hate the other girl he gave you up for (even if she was your friend)? MAYBE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4441066054932279680?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4441066054932279680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-do-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4441066054932279680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4441066054932279680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-do-for-love.html' title='the things you do for love.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5342992435247795547</id><published>2009-10-08T10:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:41:49.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>netball's fun.</title><content type='html'>it's 11.33am now, and so far school has been quite fun today.&lt;br /&gt;started off with english first language with datin christie. talked and discussed about bears and endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;next was PE. did some "fitness" tests, like sit-ups, push-ups and flexibility. i may be the second fastest sprinter, but not the best sit-upper or push-upper. 35 sit-ups? 15 push-ups? LOW, man.&lt;br /&gt;we also played netball. it was fun though we lost. hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;next was break. ate some tumeric fish and stayed in library and talked about loads of things with ayoung, hope and aileen. gossiping is a typical thing here between the girls. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, having ict now. i'll try to update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then,&lt;br /&gt;olivia--♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5342992435247795547?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5342992435247795547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/netballs-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5342992435247795547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5342992435247795547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/netballs-fun.html' title='netball&apos;s fun.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2326882836796482435</id><published>2009-10-07T18:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:21:15.864+07:00</updated><title type='text'>im a, a diva.</title><content type='html'>hey yall.&lt;div&gt;the day started off with some geography. how boring. today we were arguing whether old people are "always right". hahahaha. obviously we lost because mr. tan keeps insisting that he is always right and that he is not, um, stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next we had chemistry. ms jerrie was off on the KK trip but she did set ALOT of work for us. i do mean, ALOT. and we have two days to finish it. wtf? she should go to MPH to get her mental-ness-ity checked (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was business. quite boring. except when i told edward to sign his letter off with "no matter what you choose you will always be my favourite teacher" to mr. shiraz. then maisarah added "xoxo" at the bottom. and i added "P.S. i love you ♥" at the bottom. HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, accounting. boring. just learnt about balance sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stayed back til' 4 today for 'netball'. but me, tash, elli and siying went across to mcdonalds first to get drinks. saw kevin, shaun, juhyung and kim there. bought sour power and justea. (: then went back to school. stoned at the steps with tash, elli, siying, prthiv, marie, suha and kris. talked about stuff like what happened to prthiv's leg and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for netball at 3.15pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good game, but it wasn't really tiring or exhausting cause our competition was not that easy, but easy. haha what am i saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, came home and played sims 3. it's seriously so addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;til the next post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;livia--♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2326882836796482435?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2326882836796482435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-a-diva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2326882836796482435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2326882836796482435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-a-diva.html' title='im a, a diva.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3228610509976377282</id><published>2009-10-06T15:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:33:01.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'>onetwothreefour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SssAn1VdjuI/AAAAAAAAALI/7_J09XQCrQA/s1600-h/psych2_5_wall_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SssAn1VdjuI/AAAAAAAAALI/7_J09XQCrQA/s400/psych2_5_wall_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389402063410925282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone.&lt;div&gt;today the day started off with some add maths. mr shahul left work. eeyeh. so finished up the six questions, then sat around maisarah, rachel and ifan for a bit. talked about some sadhu thing. and indonesia. and teeth. and weird stuff. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was biology. we did some experiments with potatoes today. osmosis - it is the movement of water from an area of high concentration to an area of low concentration. finished up and just talked and stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was maths. mr shahul left work...again. so had to do it. had mr. sami for relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, business studies. did nothing except do a case study on loacl authorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geography. THE most boring lesson EVER. was 96% asleep. but i didn't sleep. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then came home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since the workers are painting my house downstairs, i get the laptop for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-3228610509976377282?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3228610509976377282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/10/onetwothreefour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3228610509976377282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3228610509976377282'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-9029581605810394639</id><published>2009-10-03T11:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:58:05.762+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my house is going through a downstairs paint-job. &lt;div&gt;what does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it means that i get to play sims3 all day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-9029581605810394639?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/9029581605810394639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4467701574194620033</id><published>2009-09-30T17:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:37:14.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alamak.</title><content type='html'>whenever i look forward to something, it turns out to suck.&lt;div&gt;whenever i say something or predict something, it does not happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever i think predict something, without saying it out loud, it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like today right, aileen lent me her sims 3 cd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been waiting 3 bloody long months to play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i install it properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my dad's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so happy and im looking forward to playing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it crashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now have to install it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4467701574194620033?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4467701574194620033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/alamak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4467701574194620033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4467701574194620033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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paranoid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today started off with ao math. found out my test results. bloody 14% :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost everyone failed except some like maisarah and rachel. smarties ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was bio. bio was kinda boring, except that me and christian were doing this experiment then we dropped the Visking Tubing twice. lol. ms radhika was kinda pissed i think, though she didnt show it. then was break. meehoon soup. according to tash; marie said that my brother said in the prefect meeting that the meehoon soup sucks and tastes like water. waaa my brother got guts! LOL. then was maths. kinda boring. arsalan kept accusing me and maisarah for taking his pencil case. turns out masakazu did. (P.S. maisarah told him to) hahah. then was business. boring! then geography. geo was okay today, except that today is the last day siying and i are supposed to sit together. (however, mr tan has said that like 500000 times and it never happened)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well thats about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im off to play sims 2. i know, im so slow caz my sims 3 doesnt "function". so aileen's gonna lend me heres tomorrow! yay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, thats it for now readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olivia signing outtt.&lt;/div&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/3009402167352689765-8585791372701513071?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8585791372701513071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/21122012-eek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Sr9CZTXULII/AAAAAAAAAK4/AjV0mmKwd8c/s1600-h/ldp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Sr9CZTXULII/AAAAAAAAAK4/AjV0mmKwd8c/s400/ldp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386096681820630146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;lou diamond philips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; im a celebrity get me out of here season 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty predictable, but he deserves it more than torrie anyway. and besides, i already knew he won. i've been waiting to post this since the first episode but if i did i'd ruin it for my fellas ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah. small world isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;maisarah&lt;/span&gt; is really good at add/ao math! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch out world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2583252293082184426?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2583252293082184426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-nothing-much-happened-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2583252293082184426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2583252293082184426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-nothing-much-happened-today.html' title='bootiful.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8838544386419556861</id><published>2009-09-26T17:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:14:10.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kris allen's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;im a really BIG kris allen fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;but i've just gotta say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this song was definitely below my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but since i ♥ KA;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; im gonna try to ♥ this song.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTALLCna6gY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTALLCna6gY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8838544386419556861?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8838544386419556861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8838544386419556861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8838544386419556861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title='kris allen&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6352992022859055303</id><published>2009-09-25T15:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:59:04.391+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you made me.</title><content type='html'>hello readers.&lt;div&gt;dont you just HATE  laptop crash? yeah i know you do. cause i do. and i still dont know WHY my super awesome brilliant pearl white vaio CS crashed. and failed to restart. then crashed. then scanned. then revived. then now im here (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooooo.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i think only two people know about what's going on with me now yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. you two people do (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and btw im sick sick sick of him and whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neeway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i gtg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mandarin class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6352992022859055303?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6352992022859055303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6352992022859055303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6352992022859055303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-made-me.html' title='you made me.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4684711405937818279</id><published>2009-09-23T17:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:13:26.091+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gforce (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SroClypDCSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HwICoQPOaa0/s1600-h/g-force-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SroClypDCSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HwICoQPOaa0/s400/g-force-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384619152747202850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aww. such a cute show ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was good though, had action, emotion, unpredictable-ness etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go watch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4684711405937818279?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4684711405937818279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/gforce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4684711405937818279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4684711405937818279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/gforce.html' title='gforce (:'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SroClypDCSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HwICoQPOaa0/s72-c/g-force-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8117327334251503524</id><published>2009-09-22T18:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:26:37.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>je taime.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE BENTON PAUL ♥ (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_H9zdVg0kk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_H9zdVg0kk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6XHZWg2si8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6XHZWg2si8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8117327334251503524?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8117327334251503524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/je-taime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8117327334251503524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8117327334251503524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/je-taime.html' title='je taime.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4291337529160866908</id><published>2009-09-22T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:34:23.969+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; told me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;kris allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'s new album is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;WOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4291337529160866908?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4291337529160866908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-told-me-that-kris-allen-s-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4291337529160866908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4291337529160866908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-told-me-that-kris-allen-s-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2933319128705823704</id><published>2009-09-22T14:08:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:18:53.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5jULQLyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kz3aPwz320o/s1600-h/ct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5jULQLyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kz3aPwz320o/s400/ct.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384187002139717410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5SbCYgeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oO97O_Gi3FM/s1600-h/al1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5SbCYgeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oO97O_Gi3FM/s400/al1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384186711923786210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5LegI6kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PwnIIcrctaw/s1600-h/al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5LegI6kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PwnIIcrctaw/s400/al.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384186592594815554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh4lqGNVKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ob5oH-j83j8/s1600-h/bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh4lqGNVKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ob5oH-j83j8/s400/bp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384185942872249506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh4TQ6qC6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WTF--Mf--dU/s400/b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384185626875268002" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh4GjxNEFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UvJO2cG3prk/s1600-h/n8992743876_1514727_3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh4GjxNEFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UvJO2cG3prk/s400/n8992743876_1514727_3332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384185408597594194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;why can't all boys be like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. channing tatum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. alexander ludwig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. benton paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;woah oh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2933319128705823704?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2933319128705823704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2933319128705823704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2933319128705823704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_22.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/Srh5jULQLyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kz3aPwz320o/s72-c/ct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-722917718825231396</id><published>2009-09-22T13:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:23:54.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you were my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ohmygod.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, someone truly deeply madly PISSED me off -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you do NOT piss olivia boon off without any consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you do NOT piss olivia boon off or bad things will happen to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad, bad things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yeah, whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know we just had a really pointless convo here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;No wonder you don't talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause all i talk is shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;and yes i do blame you for the state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;that im in right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i hope you and xxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;have the most blissful relationship ever""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;olivia boon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you have NO IDEA WHAT the reply was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;"thanks for saying that me and xxxxxxxx have a good relationship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;and i was thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;considering what we used to be last time, i dont give a shit what you do or who you want to love or who you sleep with or who you lust for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOSER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-722917718825231396?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/722917718825231396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-were-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/722917718825231396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/722917718825231396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-were-my-life.html' title='you were my life.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8430506937913293612</id><published>2009-09-21T17:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:30:32.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>suspicion - kate brian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrdS7VOkl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OpN8XMIutBY/s1600-h/n298497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrdS7VOkl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OpN8XMIutBY/s400/n298497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383863058808739794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i actually had HIGH expectations for this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it was TOTALLY UNPREDICTABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones before this, like Confessions, Revelation, Paradise Lost, Ambition, Inner Circle, and Legacy were much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have waited for this book for about a month, because it continues what happened in the last book, which ended in Reed drowning in the middle of the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This book has made my raya holiday not as boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can totally relate to the characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more than half the book features descriptive writing, mainly on where Reed is stranded on the deserted island trying to survive, and waiting for someone to rescue her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there we go, all summed up for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8430506937913293612?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8430506937913293612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/suspicion-kate-brian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8430506937913293612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8430506937913293612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/suspicion-kate-brian.html' title='suspicion - kate brian'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrdS7VOkl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OpN8XMIutBY/s72-c/n298497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4926405227998399465</id><published>2009-09-21T14:09:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:19:26.108+07:00</updated><title type='text'>grey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrcodZq0SoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IjTawzS4yt8/s1600-h/benton_office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrcodZq0SoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IjTawzS4yt8/s400/benton_office.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383816365116508802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrcoWugdB-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5ua5n25NmZk/s1600-h/417ih-Ef8eL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrcoWugdB-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5ua5n25NmZk/s400/417ih-Ef8eL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383816250451101666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;unfortunately, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my very strict parents refrain me from online shopping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so it's kinda rare to find this cd in msia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(msia sucks, you cant find ANYTHING here)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but if you get this for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll love you forever and ever &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3009402167352689765-4926405227998399465?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4926405227998399465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4926405227998399465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4926405227998399465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-go.html' title='grey.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrcodZq0SoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IjTawzS4yt8/s72-c/benton_office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8434153975749427440</id><published>2009-09-21T12:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:28:51.614+07:00</updated><title type='text'>im not insane.</title><content type='html'>my life used to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;my life used to be beautiful and blissful.&lt;br /&gt;my life used to be anything except what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost so many physical objects in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i have lost my mind while thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but i have lost things that are more dear than anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a friend who i thought i could trust. whom i thought would believe in me. whom i thought would've done anything but backstab. whom i thought i could confide in an trust with a full million kazillion percent. but i guess i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a dear dear friend, whom i was once so very close to. who made my heart beat uncontrollably and always gave me adrenaline rushes. who made my palms sweat with his presence. one whom i thought would never put down what we went through and overcame together in the past; and what secrets that we shared, for someone else who he barely knows - over someone who he longed for acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the trust of my parents. overprotective; thats what they are. but i know that deep down inside, they don't think im capable of handling big things. they dont think that i can sit still for 15 minutes studying on my own. come on, i mean, im not a baby anymore. if they dont trust you for anything, how do you think your life would go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my brain. what has happened to my brain juice and intelligence? (hahah) now im always in no mood for hardcore studying, even before a major exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those four things&lt;br /&gt;may not seem a big deal to YOU who is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;but to me&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if half my world has concaved and i have given in.&lt;br /&gt;shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i am olivia boon, i will not just let myself and my life down just by those. (mainly the first and second one)&lt;br /&gt;and i will not give inj,&lt;br /&gt;until the very end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8434153975749427440?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8434153975749427440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-insane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8434153975749427440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8434153975749427440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-insane.html' title='im not insane.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3390702378298502618</id><published>2009-09-20T18:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:30:41.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>james roday ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrYSFJrlLKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y16m6SgUyY8/s1600-h/psych_wallpaper_1024x768_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrYSFJrlLKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y16m6SgUyY8/s400/psych_wallpaper_1024x768_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383510284275362978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrYR7t0rlrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/V4K_pj0q7v4/s1600-h/psych2_5_wall_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrYR7t0rlrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/V4K_pj0q7v4/s400/psych2_5_wall_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383510122178516658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;man, i love this show (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-3390702378298502618?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3390702378298502618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-i-love-this-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3390702378298502618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3390702378298502618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-i-love-this-show.html' title='james roday ♥'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrYSFJrlLKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y16m6SgUyY8/s72-c/psych_wallpaper_1024x768_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6549246766232820356</id><published>2009-09-20T17:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:02:57.638+07:00</updated><title type='text'>faces of familiarity.</title><content type='html'>three days in a row wearing no contacts. feels a little weird.&lt;div&gt;lol. im already too used to it that when i wear my glasses it feels as if theres a &lt;b&gt;BRICK&lt;/b&gt; on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;heyooooo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;im not muslim but i hope you guys have a fantastic raya and get loads of duit raya and belanja me okey? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i got my SUSPICION by KATE BRIAN ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wooooo. i've been waiting for like, 20 days already? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im uber excited to see what happens. cause i cant watch the episodes in bloody malaysia, im just gonna have to do it the hard way. READING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i think my mum's gone mental :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. KIDDING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's just that all she is obsessed about is STUDYSTUDYSTUDY. SCIENCE. AO MATH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;i dont even have time for my precious manuscript book anymore. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6549246766232820356?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6549246766232820356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/faces-of-familiarity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6549246766232820356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6549246766232820356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/faces-of-familiarity.html' title='faces of familiarity.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-3327096919889376217</id><published>2009-09-19T17:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:35:44.371+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you dont mean that "lol."</title><content type='html'>so, everyone types LOL don't they?&lt;div&gt;but usually, 98% of the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people are laughing they type "HAHA" not "LOL".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when people type "LOL"; in capital letters, means that 50% of them think it's funny. if they type "lol" in small letters; it basically means "pah. this girls so lame, im just gonna type lol cause i have nothing else to type and i dont want to upset her." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't that true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;im addicted to&lt;/span&gt; aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygod for the WHOLE DAY i had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;cryin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. cant get it out cant get it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-3327096919889376217?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3327096919889376217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-you-dont-mean-that-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3327096919889376217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/3327096919889376217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-you-dont-mean-that-lol.html' title='i know you dont mean that &quot;lol.&quot;'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-1031405956552897951</id><published>2009-09-19T13:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:51:16.332+07:00</updated><title type='text'>why i oughta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is heartbreak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is lust?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is greed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is passion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are moods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are boyfriends and girlfriends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what does being love sick mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is in friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are lovers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is wealth without health?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is health without wealth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are special people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have you really understood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-1031405956552897951?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1031405956552897951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-oughta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1031405956552897951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1031405956552897951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-oughta.html' title='why i oughta.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-1308903527035844478</id><published>2009-09-18T18:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:19:04.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, im sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does this mean what i think it means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im sorry, that i did this to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean, if it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont passwords tell everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unless you dont know how to change a password - then thats a different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you mean it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;then i promise i'll love you back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if your just "plain lazy" to do anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuck you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-1308903527035844478?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1308903527035844478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1308903527035844478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1308903527035844478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-im-sorry.html' title='baby, im sorry.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6135327035649190301</id><published>2009-09-18T17:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:04:15.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;div&gt;im in NO mood to blog today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that my eyes were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, and i had to wear glasses instead of contacts today. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feels weird now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really pissed, so i think this person knows who he/she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;so if you didnt piss me off, dont worry then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll still be nice, and calm and the same olivia you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6135327035649190301?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6135327035649190301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6135327035649190301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6135327035649190301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate.html' title='I HATE.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2652183374461342331</id><published>2009-09-17T17:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:57:04.271+07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HEY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELL ME THE TRUTH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is the truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont confuse me anymore, please. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get mixed opinions, from your friends, my friends, myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nothing from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;so what the hell are we supposed to be now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2652183374461342331?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2652183374461342331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2652183374461342331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2652183374461342331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_17.html' title='&gt;'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-2776320716694819709</id><published>2009-09-17T17:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:20:34.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Halloween Slasher ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story starts off when Kris is auditioning for the Halloween show. He got rejected by mean judge, nic. the other two judges (tash and aileen) and nic had accepted weihan to be the rockstar for the night. kris, fuming with jealousy, plots an evil plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the night of the Halloween Party. Kris arrived, lowkey with a dark hoodie over his head. He starts choking weihan with a microphone cable. the audience is convinced that the murder happening infront of them was all special effects. so kris went off with murder #1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, kris had found the mean judge, nic, near the punch bowl. he asked a simple question of "do you like punch?" and with a positive answer, kris dunks his head inside muttering "this is for what you did to me". so nic is drowned. kriss gets off with murder #2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elli is a snobby, popular teen. she walks past kris with a bowl of punch and accidentally hits him. she said "hey, watch where your going loser." she soon regretted it as she was brutally stabbed in the toilet. kris got off with murder #3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honnesh had dared Liam to enter the girls bathroom for a short piss. Liam went in, a little disturbed by kris in the bathroom, as it was a girls one. Liam does not notice Elli's dead body. As Liam is washing his hands, he is stabbed by kris. kris got off with murder #4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia (thats me laaah) gets confronted by kris, who is pronouncing his undying love for her since he was young. Olivia hastily says that he is "not her type". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marie comes barging into the scene, wondering what kris was doing to Olivia. As Marie tries to speak, she is stabbed directly by kris, right in front of Olivia's eyes. Kris gets off with murder #5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia, scared of what would happen to her, told Kris that she loved him and begged him not to kill her, but to no avail as Kris answered with a solemn "i know you dont mean it", then stabbing Olivia with the same knife that had killed her friends. kris gets off with murder #6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Kris rejoices but at the same time grieves for the deaths, Prthiv (also the narrator of the sketch) comes in and stabs Kris, saving the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then Prthiv announces that Halloween is no longer what people believed, and is haunted by what you think it is. He also says that the best thing about Halloween is candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Prthiv stabs himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2776320716694819709?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2776320716694819709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2776320716694819709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2776320716694819709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-3.html' title='halloween. &lt;3'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4299285535545512106</id><published>2009-09-16T18:18:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:23:10.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60);  line-height: normal; white-space: normal; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60);  font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;   He covered her body with his, and as she &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;put her arms around him &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;she could picture him in all his incarnations: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;age five, and still blond; age eleven, sprouting; age thirteen, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;with the hands of a man. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The moon rolled, sloe–eyed in the night sky; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;and she breathed in the scent of his skin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I love you,"she said.       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had imagined it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;She pulled back slightly, to look into his eyes.       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then there was a shot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;the pact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-style: normal; font: normal normal normal 14px/170% Georgia, 'New Century Schoolbook', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;www.jodipicoult.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-4299285535545512106?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4299285535545512106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4299285535545512106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4299285535545512106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6128162340617598721</id><published>2009-09-16T17:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:50:55.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;so today time passed really slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i felt like i was falling, in slow motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey yaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today started off with some geography. boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was chemistry. it was kinda fun. but time passed slooooowly. we did experiments. and today when i was washing the beaker, ju hyung and maisarah were fighting to see who can wash first. so i washed first. HAHA. then they were like trying to wash then maisarah splashed water at ju hyung's face. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was business. business was damn funny. first me and ayoung were like asking andy when his birthday was cause facebook said his birthday was TOMORROW but he kept insisting it's on leap day (29/2). so we were arguing and stuff and christian was laughing. then andy looked out the window and went "hey look thats mr tan's brother" and i saw the guy. it looked JUST LIKE MR TAN. HAHAHA :D  i was laughing so hard. then edward, as usual, cracked me and ayoung up with his jokes which can be lame sometimes but very funny. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was accounting. boring. what else can i say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah. it was considered quite a funny day. like yesterday. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6128162340617598721?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6128162340617598721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6128162340617598721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6128162340617598721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-thing.html' title='one thing.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7346643197751640856</id><published>2009-09-16T17:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:38:27.807+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pact ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrC_bPPaFeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-d8IjC8HZrI/s1600-h/pact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrC_bPPaFeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-d8IjC8HZrI/s400/pact.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382012029376271842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amazing. passionate. incredible. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like ALL jodi picoult books are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pick up a jodi picoult book today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;nineteen minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pact&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sisters keeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salem falls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;handle with care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7346643197751640856?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7346643197751640856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/pact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7346643197751640856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7346643197751640856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/pact.html' title='the pact ♥'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SrC_bPPaFeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-d8IjC8HZrI/s72-c/pact.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5734825406444278519</id><published>2009-09-15T17:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:26:55.484+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(202, 249, 155); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;AILEEN IS FUNNY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;HERES WHAT SHE SAID:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;No offence Honnesh, but you're laughing and snickering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is really loud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a boom box!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;im weird, i know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5734825406444278519?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5734825406444278519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5734825406444278519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5734825406444278519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7993097777109488799</id><published>2009-09-15T16:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:59:16.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>christoph + raoulph ♥</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;div&gt;today was quite an awesome day, except for some bits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day started off with add maths. it is the WORST SUBJECT EVER. DO NOT TAKE IT. and mr. shahul's getting fiercer and fiercer. and he hates me! it's always me who gets the scolding and stuff. lol. to him it's like im the ONLY one talking in the class. not true. everyone agress mhm? hahaha. anyway, after that was biology, which was reasonably okay. we did experiments. i messed up the diffusion one :D hahaha. so we had to do it again ): lol. then was break, then maths. got alot of scolding in maths. hmph! ahahaha. zainal and ammar are funny! lol.  mr shahul is mean! ):  then was business. it was fun in business. laughing like shit :) edward is funny. then was geography. it was okay, not extremely fun but not boring. shaun and honnesh kept hm, how to say it, it's not exactly disturbing but something like that. but it was funny. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how was yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i divorced kris allen cause he cheated on me. (A)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;hahahahah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7993097777109488799?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7993097777109488799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/christoph-raoulph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7993097777109488799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7993097777109488799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/christoph-raoulph.html' title='christoph + raoulph ♥'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-5534924815965475214</id><published>2009-09-14T16:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:07:34.377+07:00</updated><title type='text'>concerto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;i've landed myself a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOLO SINGING ROLE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the yamaha &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeeeezus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should i be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-5534924815965475214?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5534924815965475214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/concerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5534924815965475214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/5534924815965475214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/concerto.html' title='concerto.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4948749099105146331</id><published>2009-09-14T15:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:16:01.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>boombastic.</title><content type='html'>hey there!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today; school started out with physics. for me, it was boring. we were doing some measuring stuff. then we had ICT. ICT was okay, i guess. quite boring also. then was break. after break had biology. bio was fun (: we did experiments and all. saw blood cells. then was accounting - since there was a timetable clash, we went to the library. it was quite fun also :) juhyung was trying to open his eyes as big as he can. lol. damn funny. me and ayoung were laughing like crazy. hahah. then ed was trying to remember aileen's birthday. that was kinda funny too x) then after that was english. boooring stuff. datin christie doesnt like me does she? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neeways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you had a good monday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;happy birthday christian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3009402167352689765-4948749099105146331?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4948749099105146331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/boombastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4948749099105146331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4948749099105146331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/boombastic.html' title='boombastic.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7955023181334220950</id><published>2009-09-13T18:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:48:43.547+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;im sooooo lazy to blog!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will blog tomorrow. maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read for updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7955023181334220950?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7955023181334220950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sooooo-lazy-to-blog-i-will-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7955023181334220950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7955023181334220950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sooooo-lazy-to-blog-i-will-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6733833519117536574</id><published>2009-09-12T20:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:50:50.755+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>follow meeee.&lt;div&gt;www.twitter.com/oliviaboonie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6733833519117536574?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6733833519117536574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-meeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6733833519117536574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6733833519117536574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-meeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-486860680124917011</id><published>2009-09-11T17:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:58:57.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you see?</title><content type='html'>im too lazy to blog about my "day" today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found out that i could totally relate to &lt;b&gt;the archuleta&lt;/b&gt;'s music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that a bad thing? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-486860680124917011?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/486860680124917011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/486860680124917011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/486860680124917011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-see.html' title='you see?'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8755103208132487410</id><published>2009-09-10T18:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:08:06.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'>done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so we're okay already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8755103208132487410?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8755103208132487410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8755103208132487410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8755103208132487410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/done.html' title='done.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-413136600744579199</id><published>2009-09-10T17:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:29:48.959+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not over.</title><content type='html'>yello yello!&lt;div&gt;today was an okay day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started off with english, where we did cape town stuff and complex sentences and crap :/ then had PE for 2 straight hours. woooah :D  but it was fun. we played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt; - three teams and three goals. definetely new. then had break. after break had ict. it was friggin cold in ict! i think i got frostbite :( lol. no lah. if get frostbite in malaysia means i must have some kind of disease. i hope not! hahah. then had physics. some experiments and stuff. and the COOL COOL &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;stroboscope&lt;/span&gt; :) it's so nice larh. how much is one?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyways, after that had math with mr. fulton. garh. he likes to pick on me :) hahaha. but it's funny. then had another break before eca. played interhouse football. ruby lost. gah. kinda predictable. then came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmaaaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when is this jealousy gonna subside?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-413136600744579199?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6195390315263719533</id><published>2009-09-09T16:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:13:33.422+07:00</updated><title type='text'>who does.</title><content type='html'>YOU LEFT ME HERE ALONE&lt;div&gt;AND NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST LOVE YOU LIKE THAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU STARTED THIS FIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO APOLOGIZE FOR MY RIGHTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU THREW ME INTO MISERY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE YOU HAPPINESS?&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;i&gt;think about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-6195390315263719533?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6195390315263719533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6195390315263719533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/6195390315263719533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-does.html' title='who does.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-6982651365247493272</id><published>2009-09-09T15:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:47:41.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>love came back.</title><content type='html'>hello people.&lt;div&gt;today i started off with some geography. well, doesnt everyone know how geography is? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. hahah. nothing to do in geo. then was chemistry, and it was fun :) did 2 experiments today; some sand stuff and chromatography. yeah. then was break. didnt eat cause had to finish up the chem experiment. later was business. business is not boring! it's okay. like average-ish. there's only 8 people in the class and thats cool :) :) then was accounting. accounting was boring today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love is coming back to eat up my heart, again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/3009402167352689765-6982651365247493272?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6982651365247493272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-came-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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enemies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;yello, readers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;today was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; day. woke up then went to brush teeth and shower (shua ya, chong liang). then went to eat breakfast (ci zhao can). then went to school (shang xue).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;arrived at school early today, well, quite early. then went for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;. ao was okay lah :) there's me and ayoung and ed and zalikha and more people :) but very few. then after ao was biology. biology was ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;. yes. i dont need to explain, cause im very sure most of you know. anyway, saw plant cells and onion cells. christian came to join me and ayoung cause we were very kind to let him join our group! hahah. but he knows how to work the microscope! hahah. so he was the one who helped us adjust the stuff. then was break. had some macaroni stuff. then stoned around the lockers and bookshop for awhile. then had maths. mr. shahul made me sit alone :( booooo. so i was bored. then was business. business only had nine people. so few larh. anyways, mr shiraz asked me to choose between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;zac efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;taylor lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; and obviously i said zac efron right? well, im not a twilight maniac because personally i dont find it interesting. (no offense though). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;'s still my style :) then after business was geography. it wasnt that boring compared to year 9! well, i sat with hope :) and the boys in front were laughing so i started laughing too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;then went home, watched some teevee, did enopi (hrmph), showered and now im here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i feel so fresh thanks to milab products and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;strawberry peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; scented soap and herbal essences shampoo. you can smell me from a mile away. mmmmm~ LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;well, i gotta get back to writing a script for my aunt who needs it. i mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MY SCRIPT'S GONNA BE ON THE RADIO! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-2350429943954443204?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2350429943954443204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2350429943954443204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/2350429943954443204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah.html' title='yeah.'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8300043568188806629</id><published>2009-09-08T18:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:12:04.329+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqY7BQyYMgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QTglhApArQo/s1600-h/time-travelers-wife-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqY7BQyYMgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QTglhApArQo/s400/time-travelers-wife-book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379051697812812290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finally finished it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excellent book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8300043568188806629?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8300043568188806629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-finished-it-1010-excellent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8300043568188806629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8300043568188806629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-finished-it-1010-excellent.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqY7BQyYMgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QTglhApArQo/s72-c/time-travelers-wife-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-8462372645627142682</id><published>2009-09-07T17:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:05:29.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>spectacular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqTohohbcFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ygJvSUxGWgs/s1600-h/spectacular-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqTohohbcFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ygJvSUxGWgs/s400/spectacular-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378679519498170450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, not bad for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;nickelodeon&lt;/span&gt; movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i liked it more than i liked high school musical :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody particularly hot in this movie, i have to say, nolan gerard's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;compared to ryan phillepe, channing tatum and alexander ludwig anyway. (: (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-8462372645627142682?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8462372645627142682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/spectacular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8462372645627142682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/8462372645627142682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/spectacular.html' title='spectacular!'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqTohohbcFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ygJvSUxGWgs/s72-c/spectacular-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-4934518978330989978</id><published>2009-09-07T17:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:57:28.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>blerugh :(</title><content type='html'>period cramps are the WORST. especially, MINE. it hurts more than shit. it hurts more than dying. is dying very painful? i dont know. just like get some dead people and ask them. period cramps ruin every part of the day. you cant do anything. you cant eat, cause you'll end up throwing up everything. yeah. i threw up. thrice. pork balls. and noodles. and ribena. and milo. okay, too much detail! i kinda clogged up the basin with my pork ball leftovers. ewww :( hahah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, im better now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;why cant the MEN have periods instead of us huh?&lt;/span&gt; why, god, why!?&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/3009402167352689765-4934518978330989978?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4934518978330989978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blerugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4934518978330989978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/4934518978330989978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/blerugh.html' title='blerugh :('/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-1098196103471848742</id><published>2009-09-06T17:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:28:23.551+07:00</updated><title type='text'>step up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqONxZM3yOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7FwGBhGO2h8/s1600-h/stepupposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqONxZM3yOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7FwGBhGO2h8/s400/stepupposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378298259728484578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY! i finally watched it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;channing tatum&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; to the core yo! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the movie has some good moves and routines; and it's quite a good &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;. but it lacks...something. im not sure what, but it does. anyway; if your into dance, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;, romance - watch. if your an action/thriller flick lover, i think you can pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;overall; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;not bad&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/3009402167352689765-1098196103471848742?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1098196103471848742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/step-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1098196103471848742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/1098196103471848742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/step-up.html' title='step up'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqONxZM3yOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7FwGBhGO2h8/s72-c/stepupposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-7524926666125908250</id><published>2009-09-06T10:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:23:37.865+07:00</updated><title type='text'>chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqMqOFSpKqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ws1xCy2emck/s1600-h/Chaos_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqMqOFSpKqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ws1xCy2emck/s400/Chaos_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378188801437412002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;interesting movie, however lacking a good plot or enough action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ryan phillippe is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; but still - there's not enough action, comedy or romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ending is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; one. i mean, it makes no sense and it just ends like in the middle of nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not a worthwhile movie to watch, unless you are a fan of some of the cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really, only watch it if you are really REALLY bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3009402167352689765-7524926666125908250?l=oliviaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7524926666125908250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/610-interesting-movie-however-lacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7524926666125908250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3009402167352689765/posts/default/7524926666125908250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviaontour.blogspot.com/2009/09/610-interesting-movie-however-lacking.html' title='chaos'/><author><name>Olivia Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442848328434980806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqMqOFSpKqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ws1xCy2emck/s72-c/Chaos_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3009402167352689765.post-9023651153793113116</id><published>2009-09-06T10:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:18:06.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>olivia do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggaCoUyl1oE/SqMpRq-_cII/AAAAAAAAAIg/ksqf6mQbcbw/s1600-h/love_apple_love_quotes_sayings.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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