<?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-7226826159172596468</id><updated>2011-11-30T06:59:16.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A paranoid person.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2091641258319451415</id><published>2011-03-15T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:30:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Doesn't hurt to post something does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How am I? Life is going well for me actually, if you don't count the earthquakes and tsunamis that seem to be becoming a norm in the world now. Mother Earth, what is going on? I take it you're not very pleased with the way we're treating you but do you really have to take 1000s of lives with you? The thing that really bugs me is that no one expected this at all! You'd think that with Japan's super-robo-konichiwa technology, there'd be a loophole or some wasabi-powered machine that would have detected something was wrong. I mean, wasn't Japan built to withstand these kinds of natural disasters? With all these mournful happenings going on, it makes my life seem so small and petty in comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On a lighter note, the March holidays have started so I get a very much needed week off from school. If only I didn't have so much homework due. Then again, why am I complaining? Literally just finished the last paragraph of my BM essay (thank God for the internet) so all that's left are a couple of questions here and there which I have no idea how to do, so I'm just leaving it be till the next half of the semester starts. Tried to ask my mom for some help but it just left us both frustrated. I wish Nick were still here to help me with +maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Nick is doing fine in Melbourne by the way. He seems to be enjoying 'freedom'. I asked him the other day on Skype if he missed me and he said "honestly, a little."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, have you heard the song Friday by Rebecca Black yet? If it's a no, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;If it's a yes, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYh0oRhnDYM"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Don't worry, the first link is of the original song, the second is of my personal favorite version of it. Aren't the lyrics absolute genius? I would have never guessed that Thursday was before Friday and that Sunday came after Saturday which comes after Friday. It's a revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No, I'm not going to mention anything about this being a 'boring post' or apologize because it's only filled with words because if I have something to say, then it's not boring. Content is not boring and neither am I. If you've gotten this far down the post, well done. Go indulge.&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/7226826159172596468-2091641258319451415?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2091641258319451415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2011/03/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2091641258319451415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2091641258319451415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2011/03/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4753820683468180538</id><published>2010-12-10T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:04:50.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;... but I don't think I'll be touching my blog ever again.&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/7226826159172596468-4753820683468180538?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4753820683468180538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4753820683468180538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4753820683468180538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-527599773416227705</id><published>2010-12-01T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:40:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I baked a carrot cake today and it turned out excellent! Despite how obvious it is, I never knew carrot cake had actual carrots in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 cup (100 grams) pecans or walnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;3/4 pound (340 grams) raw carrots (about 2 1/2 cups finely grated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;2 cups (260 grams) all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;4 large eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 1/2 cups (300 grams) granulated white sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 cup (240 ml) safflower, vegetable or canola oil (or other flavorless oil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1/4 cup (57 grams) unsalted butter, room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;8 ounces (227 grams) cream cheese, room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;2 cups (230 grams) confectioners (powdered or icing) sugar, sifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 teaspoon (4 grams) pure vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;1 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest (outer yellow skin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrot Cake:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (&lt;b&gt;180 degrees C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;) and place rack in center of oven. Butter or spray two - 9 x 2 inch (23 x 5 cm) cake pans and line the bottoms of the pans with a circle of parchment paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;Toast the pecans or walnuts for about &lt;b&gt;8 minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; or until lightly browned and fragrant. Let cool and then chop coarsely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;Peel and finely grate the carrots.&amp;nbsp;Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;In a separate bowl whisk together the &lt;b&gt;flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, and ground cinnamon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;. Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;In bowl of electric mixer (or with a hand mixer), &lt;b&gt;beat the eggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; until frothy (about 1 minute).&amp;nbsp;Gradually &lt;b&gt;add the sugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; and beat until the batter is thick and light colored (about 3 - 4 minutes).&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Add the oil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; in a steady stream and then beat in the &lt;b&gt;vanilla extract&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;. Add the &lt;b&gt;flour mixture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; and beat just until incorporated. With a large rubber spatula &lt;b&gt;fold in the grated carrots and chopped nuts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Evenly divide the batter between the two prepared pans and &lt;b&gt;bake 25 to 30 minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;Remove from oven and let cool on a wire rack.&amp;nbsp;After about 5 -10 minutes invert the cakes onto the wire rack, remove the pans and parchment paper, and then cool completely before frosting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;To assemble: place one cake layer, top side down, onto your serving plate. Spread with about one third of the frosting.&amp;nbsp;Gently place the other cake, top of cake facing down, onto the frosting, and spread the rest of the frosting over the top and sides of the cake.&amp;nbsp;If desired, press toasted and finely chopped nuts on the sides of the cake and decorate the top of the cake with marzipan carrots (see below).&amp;nbsp;Cover and refrigerate any leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;Serves 10 - 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt; In bowl of electric mixer (or with a hand mixer), beat the &lt;b&gt;cream cheese and butter, on low speed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: ArialMT;"&gt;, just until blended with no lumps.&amp;nbsp;Gradually add the sifted powdered sugar and beat, on low speed, until fully incorporated and smooth.&amp;nbsp; Beat in the vanilla extract, and lemon zest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPYJk8Hcg6I/AAAAAAAADa4/YBQUBrDimCs/s1600/IMG00118-20101201-1117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPYJk8Hcg6I/AAAAAAAADa4/YBQUBrDimCs/s640/IMG00118-20101201-1117.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPYJpCrM71I/AAAAAAAADa8/ccb6B-nC3g4/s1600/IMG00121-20101201-1625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPYJpCrM71I/AAAAAAAADa8/ccb6B-nC3g4/s640/IMG00121-20101201-1625.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures aren't as nice as I hoped they could be but they'll do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-527599773416227705?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/527599773416227705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/12/carrot-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/527599773416227705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/527599773416227705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/12/carrot-cake.html' title='Carrot Cake'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPYJk8Hcg6I/AAAAAAAADa4/YBQUBrDimCs/s72-c/IMG00118-20101201-1117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8533147491753204000</id><published>2010-11-30T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:03:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've neglected you for too long, constantly checking up on you having a million things to say but in the end half-heartedly deciding on leaving my comeback post blank yet again, preventing myself from giving you the updates you so clearly were created for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here I am everyone. Finally manning up to actually sit myself down to type out a mid-holiday post after 3 sloth-like months. It would take too much brainpower to recap on everything that happened these past laid-back months and not to mention another forever typing it all out to my impeccable standards. I tend to go over my words over and over if it isn't to my liking. I'm sure most of my readers have slowly died out to the point of extinction. I don't even know if there are some hopeful ones who check in every once in a while hoping I would have at the least done something! Either way, I'll continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Sunday, there was a very delayed neighborhood Deepavali get-together at the park and Danial was there. Had one of those clique chats by the swing catching up on the what-nots. He told me he's going to UK to study next year but when he asked me what I've been doing during the holidays, all I could think of was "nothing." I've been such a lifeless nooby these past weeks ever since all my lady friends went overseas ie. UK, Singapore &amp;amp; Spain for the holidays whereas I'm stuck here doing (as my mom likes to call it) counting my fingers and toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's not like I've completely dropped off the face of the cyber universe. I go on Facebook, I still tweet, I google (a little too much). It's just that all these don't require the commitment a blog needs. I'm young, give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On top of that, I've been channeling my inner-art-child by making lots and lots of perler bead projects. Latest one is of a baby seal. I just copied the shape of a whale on the internet and used white instead of baby blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPRxz90rPbI/AAAAAAAADaw/0wMHtK1Tw_E/s1600/Photo+131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPRxz90rPbI/AAAAAAAADaw/0wMHtK1Tw_E/s640/Photo+131.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm wearing nail polish by the way. That can't possibly be my natural nail colour. I wish.&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/7226826159172596468-8533147491753204000?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8533147491753204000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8533147491753204000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8533147491753204000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TPRxz90rPbI/AAAAAAAADaw/0wMHtK1Tw_E/s72-c/Photo+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5104022904909428080</id><published>2010-08-19T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:09:41.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got hit in the head with a volleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TG0oZ_F_eiI/AAAAAAAADag/viS5s3UUn_U/s1600/44501_1511264214467_1020215299_1494062_5624386_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TG0oZ_F_eiI/AAAAAAAADag/viS5s3UUn_U/s640/44501_1511264214467_1020215299_1494062_5624386_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Photo taken with Amanda's DSLR last Friday after everyone snuck out of Art class a few minutes before the bell rang. I was tagged on Facebook so where better to showcase this than here? This was of course before Jie Yao's second drastic haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of classmates, the boys and I filled latex gloves with water in the Science lab. They looked like condoms. Just saying. Whole bunch of us were laughing at the back of the class cause the fingers kept expanding and contracting which resembled...you know. Dirty minds think alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Olney's coming to visit tomorrow after school! Get your cameras ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: I say get your cameras ready cause at WorldStage there was this girl trying to get a picture of his back thinking no one would notice. We noticed. You see, tall white guys + little asian girls always mix well.&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/7226826159172596468-5104022904909428080?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5104022904909428080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-got-hit-in-head-with-volleyball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5104022904909428080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5104022904909428080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-got-hit-in-head-with-volleyball.html' title='I got hit in the head with a volleyball'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TG0oZ_F_eiI/AAAAAAAADag/viS5s3UUn_U/s72-c/44501_1511264214467_1020215299_1494062_5624386_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5004552127245554551</id><published>2010-08-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:01:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Way You Are; Bruno Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like homework. Especially if they involve Sejarah or BM. I just had to finish a set each of Sejarah &amp;amp; BM papers with a total of 140 questions. I can't wait to get PMR over with and start O-Levels next year. At least their History lesson is in English and it's not about some Malay guy fighting for the rite to collect taxes on a river. I'm not even sure if I'm going to take History next year or of what else I'm taking or what I want to be. Of course I've drifted from one &lt;i&gt;cita-cita&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the next but I'm not grounded on what I want my career to be or what line of work I want to be involved with. I did want to be a nurse (back when dinosaurs still roamed the earth) but I found out that you have to sponge-bath old people and deal with blood so that dream was flushed down the drain along with the other poo-ey ideas. When I went for the Japan exchange program in Form 1 (2008), Misaki (my host) took me to the aquarium which had this awesome dolphin show. For a split second I thought of becoming a dolphin trainer but the thought of smelling like fish everyday wasn't very pleasing. I do know what I don't want to be though. I don't want to be a doctor (anything that requires me to slice someone open actually), an engineer, a lawyer, a ballerina (as if I'm capable) or a business manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: &lt;i&gt;You're amazing just the way you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: Shutup I'm not in love. I just really like the song :)&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/7226826159172596468-5004552127245554551?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5004552127245554551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-way-you-are-bruno-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5004552127245554551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5004552127245554551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-way-you-are-bruno-mars.html' title='Just The Way You Are; Bruno Mars'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4364967292588791174</id><published>2010-08-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:55:41.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Bombs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been all over the place today. From shopping in Times Square getting a scoop-neck white lace crop-top (even saying that gets me giggly. I'll just leave it to your imagination to how it looks like) to visiting my grandma all the way in Kepong to borrow my uncle's stick-shift Proton for Nick to practice his driving, having the best pineapple tart in my life at O'Pappa on the way to visit my other grandma, eating at Elfresco for the second night in a row in Empire, laughing obnoxiously in the Korean food aisle about zombie bombs (which are surprisingly un-Plants vs. Zombies-related), stocking up on more microwave popcorn, imitating that Chef At Home guy's over-enthusiastic accent with my brother and falling in love with puddles of poodles the size of my serving of &lt;i&gt;aglio olio&lt;/i&gt; pasta to buying a dozen bottles of wine at Denise for 70% off just cause we can.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That's right. I know how to sum up my entire day in a single sentence/paragraph without over-doing the details.&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/7226826159172596468-4364967292588791174?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4364967292588791174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/zombie-bombs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4364967292588791174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4364967292588791174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/zombie-bombs.html' title='Zombie Bombs'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1704737364825262205</id><published>2010-08-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:30:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As usual when any foreign, decent-looking guy comes along, &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; all the girls swarm (including me) throwing their hormones at him. They put a fist-full of estrogen into tiny drawstring biodegradable bags and throw it at him hoping he'll notice their names written in size42 block letters with a black Sharpie permanent marker. Most of the time, he won't notice cause he's too busy befriending the guys but it's worth a shot. I say this because there was a cute Japanese boy (you know which one I'm talking about) that came to visit today for the Student Exchange Program between Sri Kuala Lumpur and Fukuoka Okazaki Junior High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVBJNyLd3I/AAAAAAAADaA/Ihh2k5aDFz0/s1600/IMG_0567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVBJNyLd3I/AAAAAAAADaA/Ihh2k5aDFz0/s640/IMG_0567.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is all I brought to school today. No bag. No books. It was odd walking into school without anything over my shoulders. We were in the auditorium till 10-ish and the rest of the day was filled of iPods/iPhones under tables in class and getting the boys to buy bubble tea for us cause we females melt in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVF3P3h1yI/AAAAAAAADaY/H78A_q24YNY/s1600/IMG_0568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVF3P3h1yI/AAAAAAAADaY/H78A_q24YNY/s640/IMG_0568.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My tie-dye from art class. Got it back today from Pn. Ida. So proud :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVBvX-K0TI/AAAAAAAADaQ/VNygcRJhyr4/s1600/IMG_0565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVBvX-K0TI/AAAAAAAADaQ/VNygcRJhyr4/s640/IMG_0565.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: &lt;i&gt;Saya suka lelaki bertubuh sasa&lt;/i&gt; - Jaryn Lim.&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/7226826159172596468-1704737364825262205?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1704737364825262205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/japanese-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1704737364825262205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1704737364825262205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/japanese-boys.html' title='Japanese boys'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGVBJNyLd3I/AAAAAAAADaA/Ihh2k5aDFz0/s72-c/IMG_0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4564056802546834565</id><published>2010-08-12T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:14:31.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the mood for some bubble milk tea right now. I could just walk out and get some from &lt;i&gt;Take Away&lt;/i&gt; but I won't cause I'm the type of person that doesn't like walking out just to get one thing. I don't think I would even go out to get toilet rolls if I urgently needed it or something. That's what brothers are for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you know I live literally two minutes away from school? I walk. I wake up at 7am every weekday morning (most people I know have to get up at 6? I'm counting my blessings) give or take a few minutes. My mom is my walking alarm clock, you see. I never set my alarm clocks (even though I have 3 in my room, all discarded of their AA batteries)&amp;nbsp;cause most of the time I either forget to switch it on the night before, leading to doom or I don't hear it chirping quietly on the floor where it almost always ends up so after time, I've decided to give up on them entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you noticed the yummy-nomnomnom smell of food constantly radiating from the cooking room lately, the form3 girls have been baking for the past 2 weeks. Today, it was &lt;i&gt;kek permaisuri&lt;/i&gt; with chocolate chips. Everything was going smoothly until the power was cut just as the other girls were about to finish. Good thing Chrystal, Jaryn &amp;amp; I had finished ours way before the rest so we didn't have to go through that. We did however get caught stealing raisins when we thought Pn. Lim wasn't looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: The Japanese are taking over SriKL tomorrow. I get to miss the entire day of class in the auditorium watching Japanese people bow incessantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: Deep in thought about some things tonight.&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/7226826159172596468-4564056802546834565?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4564056802546834565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4564056802546834565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4564056802546834565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-make-me.html' title='You make me'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3996199869865745338</id><published>2010-08-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:14:23.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she allowed to say stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFICq0S5sI/AAAAAAAADYo/ajaDCFO2IJc/s1600/Photo+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFICq0S5sI/AAAAAAAADYo/ajaDCFO2IJc/s640/Photo+15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFIEXG7SxI/AAAAAAAADYw/lp9h9NK7MpU/s1600/Photo+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFIEXG7SxI/AAAAAAAADYw/lp9h9NK7MpU/s640/Photo+16.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFIF5woQfI/AAAAAAAADY4/Ix5onJB3y_I/s1600/Photo+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFIF5woQfI/AAAAAAAADY4/Ix5onJB3y_I/s640/Photo+18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFIHXp2GTI/AAAAAAAADZA/a9dg0VmVGik/s1600/Photo+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFIQpppRhI/AAAAAAAADZg/5HRhEa_qC3U/s640/Photo+27.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFISJ1Rm4I/AAAAAAAADZo/nU-2vAXKm-0/s1600/Photo+28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFISJ1Rm4I/AAAAAAAADZo/nU-2vAXKm-0/s640/Photo+28.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFKyp86YOI/AAAAAAAADZw/sHs_demDcTI/s1600/Photo+30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFKyp86YOI/AAAAAAAADZw/sHs_demDcTI/s640/Photo+30.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFKzpGnpdI/AAAAAAAADZ4/UYiB5KPAg6g/s1600/Photo+36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFKzpGnpdI/AAAAAAAADZ4/UYiB5KPAg6g/s640/Photo+36.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stretching my vanity tonight. Ah yes, Tuesday evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can see my zit in between my eyebrows in the 9th picture.&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/7226826159172596468-3996199869865745338?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3996199869865745338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-she-allowed-to-say-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3996199869865745338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3996199869865745338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-she-allowed-to-say-stupid.html' title='Is she allowed to say stupid?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TGFICq0S5sI/AAAAAAAADYo/ajaDCFO2IJc/s72-c/Photo+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8054540020064908275</id><published>2010-08-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:39:08.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Gamma 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF_yzGTQrXI/AAAAAAAADYg/bI-cgczZQYs/s1600/IMG_0553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF_yzGTQrXI/AAAAAAAADYg/bI-cgczZQYs/s640/IMG_0553.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love how my class photos turned out cause no one's mouth is hanging open (unlike in Form1.) Also, because I look so damn happy in it! Next thing you know you'll be seeing drawn-on laser beams shooting out of my non-existent eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Top from left: Jia Jian, Jeng Jie, Ieuan, Aaron, Anson, Jie Yao, Wei Ming, Naren, Jerry Brandon, Jia Zheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Middle from left: Hau Sean, Wei Yuen, Sharmila, Amanda, Jesslyn, Stephanie, Mei Ghee, Taufiq, Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bottom from left: Jian Han, Kok Chun, Chrystal, Amir, Mdm Boey, John, Euegene, Olivia, Jaryn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There you go.&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/7226826159172596468-8054540020064908275?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8054540020064908275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-gamma-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8054540020064908275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8054540020064908275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-gamma-2010.html' title='3 Gamma 2010'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF_yzGTQrXI/AAAAAAAADYg/bI-cgczZQYs/s72-c/IMG_0553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4248991472880225177</id><published>2010-08-08T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:56:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit. Less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm supposed to have baked cookies for Alia today as a pre-puasa gift but I don't think that's happening at all given that I've been at Subang Parade for the past five hours wandering around with the family. We actually meant to have reached home sooner but the sky thought it'd mess with our plans with a downpour of rain that lasted nearly two hours. &amp;amp;cause our car was parked across the road, we ended up at Coffee Bean sipping lattes with extra shots of espresso. That's how my dad says lattes should be made, with none of that "milk nonsense". Bumped into Intan at MPH and exchanged hugs and hello's too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I forgot to mention about the huge, fat, black guy that scared the shit out of my bricks yesterday. So there I was minding my own business walking with my mom around Sunway eating a Krispy Kreme doughnut when out of nowhere this black figure pops up next to my face with his mouth wide open suggesting I give him a bite. I WAS SO SCARED I WAS SHAKING! My mom just stared at him and eventually he walked away saying sorry but I tell you, I almost dropped the doughnut. Every person that I've told this to has either laughed at me or laughed thinking it was a joke. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: I'd post pictures if I had any :(&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/7226826159172596468-4248991472880225177?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4248991472880225177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/shit-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4248991472880225177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4248991472880225177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/shit-less.html' title='Shit. Less.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1989439019455278992</id><published>2010-08-07T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:02:08.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love going shopping with my mom. Stopped by Sunway and got a few things for real cheap. You know how FOS always slashes out the tags? Well, I managed to find a cardigan there from Miss Selfridge (I think) in between the dozens of clothes jammed onto the rack and another H&amp;amp;M t-shirt/dress for RM20 each. Walked out of that smoke-scented store (puzzles me to why it always smells like cigarettes) with a grin all over my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF1nQY0znaI/AAAAAAAADYY/WxjYhfI9Ykw/s1600/heart1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF1nQY0znaI/AAAAAAAADYY/WxjYhfI9Ykw/s320/heart1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm here at the dining table at home typing this out feeling oh-so-happy cause I downed a pint of beer from dinner at this new Japanese/German restaurant 20 minutes ago (just got back you see.) My tolerance for alcohol isn't as strong as it should be compared to Nick but I guess I can manage. Was holding back laughter throughout mass at church before so it was a relief to actually be able to laugh without the guilt of God wagging his finger at us disapprovingly. Obviously, it's rude to laugh out loud while mass is being held especially when everyone else is quietly listening to the priest's sermon. Want to know why Nick&amp;amp;I were laughing? Some kid blurted "BAH" in the middle of one of the hymns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF1nQY0znaI/AAAAAAAADYY/WxjYhfI9Ykw/s1600/heart1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF1nQY0znaI/AAAAAAAADYY/WxjYhfI9Ykw/s320/heart1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: The restaurant is called Kissaten. Very good food. Very good atmosphere. Non-halal. &lt;a href="http://kissaten-means-cafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;(Click me)&lt;/a&gt; for a link to their website if you're interested :)&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/7226826159172596468-1989439019455278992?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1989439019455278992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/alcohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1989439019455278992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1989439019455278992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TF1nQY0znaI/AAAAAAAADYY/WxjYhfI9Ykw/s72-c/heart1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8070086372285359755</id><published>2010-08-06T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:25:54.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought you might like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just finished Skype-ing with Olney and I think I'm in love with Skype now. It doesn't jam up, doesn't go blurry, doesn't slow down my computer, doesn't disconnect all of a sudden (except those couple of times where the wire keeping the laptop alive unplugged itself) and doesn't irritate the shit out of me like how MSN does. I don't want to sound like an advert here but I'm very happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today wasn't that bad a day either. Had lunch with Alia after school at Asia Cafe where we finally fulfilled our cravings for Daniel Kim's dad's kimchi fried rice (I definitely recommend it.) Sat with Leon, John, Jie Yao, Jeng Jie &amp;amp; Anson who were such gentlemen (their mothers must have taught them well) &amp;amp; then we got stranded in the magazine store waiting for the massive rain to seise. The plus side is that we found a page in one of the magazines with that guy from the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/OldSpice"&gt;oldspice&lt;/a&gt; commercials plastered all over it riding a bull made of soap bubbles with a lasso above his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just a heads up, tomorrow is Hariz's &amp;amp; Shaza's one year anniversary. I'm like this extra talking about someone else's relationship but you can't not say 'aww' when you see them together. He got her sunflowers cause they're her favorite! If there's something I can join to get a sweet boyfriend like that, sign me up! Not that I'm in much of a hurry to get a boyfriend or anything. It was purely hypothetical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFwNNpvB3pI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Izht6Mg6ODc/s1600/heart1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFwNNpvB3pI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Izht6Mg6ODc/s320/heart1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been on the computer for way too long now. It's time to switch off. More tomorrow :)&amp;nbsp;&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/7226826159172596468-8070086372285359755?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8070086372285359755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-you-might-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8070086372285359755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8070086372285359755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-you-might-like-this.html' title='Thought you might like this'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFwNNpvB3pI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Izht6Mg6ODc/s72-c/heart1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-9091654650277544795</id><published>2010-08-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:25:55.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iMovie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Currently tapping away on my dad's old Macbook (which hopefully shall soon be mine if my dad decides to finally get the battery fixed) finishing up my computer project that's due tomorrow (actually it was due today but managed to get Ms. Puva to delay the deadline.) Ok, this time the procrastination is not entirely my fault. I blame my dad for the frustrating 2 hours I spent hurriedly copying&amp;amp;pasting and many MANY 'URGH-why-isn't-it-loading' moments cause he promised the laptop for me to use 2 months ago. If you can guess correctly, he didn't pass it to me till today even after countless weekends with his "next week" promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq4S2Pw8PI/AAAAAAAADXw/x8OR2c6Y6XA/s1600/Photo+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq4S2Pw8PI/AAAAAAAADXw/x8OR2c6Y6XA/s640/Photo+11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq4T2CoAoI/AAAAAAAADX4/ATzRJ8midqo/s1600/Photo+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq4T2CoAoI/AAAAAAAADX4/ATzRJ8midqo/s640/Photo+15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq5J0KwosI/AAAAAAAADYI/1_zKh5J2Yp8/s1600/Photo+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq5J0KwosI/AAAAAAAADYI/1_zKh5J2Yp8/s640/Photo+18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7226826159172596468-9091654650277544795?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/9091654650277544795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/imovie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/9091654650277544795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/9091654650277544795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/imovie.html' title='iMovie'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFq4S2Pw8PI/AAAAAAAADXw/x8OR2c6Y6XA/s72-c/Photo+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3115842297623652999</id><published>2010-08-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:23:50.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Did I ever mention I got into O-Levels? No, I don't think so from the fact I haven't been here the past month updating you people about my dos and to-dos. Oh &amp;amp; before I forget, screw that 30day whats-it-called post. You know which one. If not then &lt;a href="http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-0.html"&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;. I don't think I'm the type who can consistently post stuff against my will just cause a list told me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFlWiozaPnI/AAAAAAAADXg/aTzgkGr2KMg/s1600/IMG_0493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFlWiozaPnI/AAAAAAAADXg/aTzgkGr2KMg/s640/IMG_0493.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you didn't happen to notice, I was absent on Monday for reasons involving the bathroom and my bowels. I won't go into detail about it cause it'd be a bit much? I had an ample amount of time on my hands and this is the result of it. A huge box of cornflakes was lying around the house that was due for eating anyway so why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFlZsRAjlEI/AAAAAAAADXo/MrKHfTEJ1Yk/s1600/IMG_0494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFlZsRAjlEI/AAAAAAAADXo/MrKHfTEJ1Yk/s640/IMG_0494.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Sometimes I think Bingo may be part human. It's quite creepy actually.&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/7226826159172596468-3115842297623652999?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3115842297623652999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3115842297623652999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3115842297623652999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-yes.html' title='So yes'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFlWiozaPnI/AAAAAAAADXg/aTzgkGr2KMg/s72-c/IMG_0493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4402812240775920430</id><published>2010-08-01T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:35:16.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV WorldStage 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Want a vivid image of how period pains feel like? Imagine your uterus squeezed dry like a washcloth. For those who don't have the gift of being a woman, think "salami jammed into a meat grinder" (Exaggeration is delightful isn't it?)&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, I'm back from my virtual hiatus. So, so many things have happened (including those that didn't happen) these past 3 weeks. I turned 15, survived the exams, went for WorldStage (more about this below) and so on. I can't make empty promises that long gaps of nothingness like these won't happen again because they most probably will. If there's a God out there (not that I don't believe in God and such but as a not-so-religious sort of person, I have my doubts) he/she/it (never discriminate be it gender or species. It's ok if you don't get this) will you know, bless me somehow?&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;WorldStage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Because of it, I have lost my voice (this is more like a pro than a con. I like my voice when I lose it.), my body is sore, I've got a scratch on my shoulder from idon'tevenknow, my eyes hurt like I've squeezed lemon juice into them, my toenails look deformed from being trampled on all night long and from it raining for hours, short-circuiting the technical stuff and us wait for an hour before everything was in its right order, woke up this morning feeling horrible cause I was too tired to take a bath before going to bed (got back around 1.30am) and I am still hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not only did we get to see Bill Kaulitz in his orgasmic leather pants but we got to see Katy Perry dancing on a giant banana-split, sang our hearts out to (almost) every song, piggy back rides over the poodles of water from Olney, jumping up and down till we got stitches in our sides when a song we knew came on, bumping into friends, struggling into useless raincoats/ponchos &amp;amp; laughing about it, running through the rain to get to the surf beach, bargaining with random strangers for last-minute tickets, dying of laughter at stupid candid photos (most of which were deleted), passing phones here and there when my phone just wouldn't cooperate, watching strange guys head-banging to Bunkface like a bunch of puppies with seizures, fat guys screaming like little girls when the Wondergirls came on, making Olney self-conscious over his body (which by the way was very the nice), hugging Shu Lynn's head, hugging Jaryn's head, death-screaming into Tim's ears and being around awesome people at an awesome event on an awesome day. Perfect way to end the month :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFVNxZL0sXI/AAAAAAAADXI/f_XH-UX69mM/s1600/38526_413791617599_534992599_4656830_5597499_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFVNxZL0sXI/AAAAAAAADXI/f_XH-UX69mM/s640/38526_413791617599_534992599_4656830_5597499_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Group shot!&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/7226826159172596468-4402812240775920430?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4402812240775920430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/mtv-worldstage-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4402812240775920430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4402812240775920430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/08/mtv-worldstage-2010.html' title='MTV WorldStage 2010'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TFVNxZL0sXI/AAAAAAAADXI/f_XH-UX69mM/s72-c/38526_413791617599_534992599_4656830_5597499_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6534469653745996398</id><published>2010-07-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:35:58.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 — A photo you took</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDMwyJ8t6KI/AAAAAAAADW4/V1MZghT-ucg/s1600/IMG_0433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDMwyJ8t6KI/AAAAAAAADW4/V1MZghT-ucg/s640/IMG_0433.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Honey&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/7226826159172596468-6534469653745996398?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6534469653745996398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-9-photo-you-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6534469653745996398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6534469653745996398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-9-photo-you-took.html' title='Day 9 — A photo you took'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDMwyJ8t6KI/AAAAAAAADW4/V1MZghT-ucg/s72-c/IMG_0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6894618401741590847</id><published>2010-07-05T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:28:50.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - A photo that makes you angry/sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDMvVQUoiNI/AAAAAAAADWo/5opqCAh0pNA/s1600/24855_383451588030_530688030_3933358_104514_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDMvVQUoiNI/AAAAAAAADWo/5opqCAh0pNA/s640/24855_383451588030_530688030_3933358_104514_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sad that it's all over :(&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/7226826159172596468-6894618401741590847?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6894618401741590847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-8-photo-that-makes-you-angrysad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6894618401741590847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6894618401741590847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-8-photo-that-makes-you-angrysad.html' title='Day 8 - A photo that makes you angry/sad'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDMvVQUoiNI/AAAAAAAADWo/5opqCAh0pNA/s72-c/24855_383451588030_530688030_3933358_104514_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4203578496476025955</id><published>2010-07-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:34:06.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - A photo that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDB_lYSd6sI/AAAAAAAADWg/gzL43Iu3GKg/s1600/IMG_0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDB_lYSd6sI/AAAAAAAADWg/gzL43Iu3GKg/s640/IMG_0225.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-4203578496476025955?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4203578496476025955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-7-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4203578496476025955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4203578496476025955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-7-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='Day 7 - A photo that makes you happy'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TDB_lYSd6sI/AAAAAAAADWg/gzL43Iu3GKg/s72-c/IMG_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7748251348655682822</id><published>2010-07-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:33:06.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Whatever tickles your fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's another half hour till the Argentina-Germany match starts and I'm nervous that the psychic octopus will make the correct predictions again. &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/101686-Psychic-Octopus-Predicts-World-Cup-Match-Results"&gt;(Click here)&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know about Paul the Psychic Octopus. For all you Argentina/Messi fans out there, let's just hope that Paul is wrong this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC87u4brqAI/AAAAAAAADWQ/M-4CUyCZBiY/s1600/tumblr_l4sb8aNIFl1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC87u4brqAI/AAAAAAAADWQ/M-4CUyCZBiY/s640/tumblr_l4sb8aNIFl1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-7748251348655682822?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7748251348655682822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-6-whatever-tickles-your-fancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7748251348655682822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7748251348655682822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-6-whatever-tickles-your-fancy.html' title='Day 6 - Whatever tickles your fancy'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC87u4brqAI/AAAAAAAADWQ/M-4CUyCZBiY/s72-c/tumblr_l4sb8aNIFl1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1690147371653375823</id><published>2010-07-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:38:12.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Your favorite quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"You're such a nipple."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- Danielle Ho Pei Yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You'd think I'd post some mellow-dramatic, deep meaning-ed, inspirational quote from Shakespeare or some other but, no. My favorite quote is from my boob-squishing, butt-slapping friend from one fine day out sweating over eating spicy Thai food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC3oxNHMDBI/AAAAAAAADWA/nD3IQxgUftQ/s1600/IMG_0431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC3oxNHMDBI/AAAAAAAADWA/nD3IQxgUftQ/s640/IMG_0431.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC3pAloSKxI/AAAAAAAADWI/gW0veyLlR_A/s1600/IMG_0426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC3pAloSKxI/AAAAAAAADWI/gW0veyLlR_A/s640/IMG_0426.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I painted my nails. Well, in technical terms I sponged it but look at the result!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-1690147371653375823?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1690147371653375823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5-your-favorite-quote.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1690147371653375823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1690147371653375823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5-your-favorite-quote.html' title='Day 5 - Your favorite quote'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TC3oxNHMDBI/AAAAAAAADWA/nD3IQxgUftQ/s72-c/IMG_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7984101046178118421</id><published>2010-07-01T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:21:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Your favorite book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My favorite book is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCyHL7bUG-I/AAAAAAAADVg/kTdDpCFaLgs/s1600/IMG_0396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCyHL7bUG-I/AAAAAAAADVg/kTdDpCFaLgs/s640/IMG_0396.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is all: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;by Aidan Chambers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As from the picture, the book is a thick as my wrist &amp;amp; yes it did take me ages to finish (with a month's gap in between every 200pages.) It was a good book though. Gosh, these posts are getting bland. Next thing you know, I'll be telling you people what kind of vegetables I keep in my fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7226826159172596468-7984101046178118421?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7984101046178118421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-your-favorite-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7984101046178118421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7984101046178118421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-your-favorite-book.html' title='Day 4 - Your favorite book'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCyHL7bUG-I/AAAAAAAADVg/kTdDpCFaLgs/s72-c/IMG_0396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1048422596789720508</id><published>2010-06-30T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:27:11.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Your favorite television program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For now, it's Vampire Diaries. I just really wish the second season would come out sooner cause the last episode left me with my mouth hanging wide open &amp;amp; a big [?] looming over my head half-expecting there to be more except that the 45minutes worth of film was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCtSby2YUjI/AAAAAAAADVY/o1_W_jFSyjM/s1600/vampire-diaries-cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCtSby2YUjI/AAAAAAAADVY/o1_W_jFSyjM/s640/vampire-diaries-cast.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Salvatore brothers are hehehe :3&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Another blindly written post cause I'm exhausted after tossing and turning for two nights in a row &amp;amp; helping my mom clean up the other house. Goodnight everyone :)&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/7226826159172596468-1048422596789720508?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1048422596789720508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3-your-favorite-television-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1048422596789720508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1048422596789720508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3-your-favorite-television-program.html' title='Day 3 - Your favorite television program'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCtSby2YUjI/AAAAAAAADVY/o1_W_jFSyjM/s72-c/vampire-diaries-cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7020671763539981492</id><published>2010-06-29T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:46:48.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Your favorite movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hands down, Forrest Gump. No other movie could ever make me cry three kinds of tears in an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCnguumkTjI/AAAAAAAADVI/WDx3scau6P4/s1600/Forrest-Gamp-1-YPYBLKD3AJ-1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCnguumkTjI/AAAAAAAADVI/WDx3scau6P4/s640/Forrest-Gamp-1-YPYBLKD3AJ-1024x768.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Forrest Gump. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;That's what all these cripples down at the VA talk about: Jesus this and Jesus that, have I found Jesus yet? They even had a priest come and talk to me. He said God is listening and if I found Jesus, I'd get to walk beside him in the kingdom of Heaven. Did you hear what I said? WALK beside him in the kingdom of Heaven! Well kiss my crippled ass. God is listening? What a crock of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lieutenant Daniel Taylor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCnm4CFFg2I/AAAAAAAADVQ/AQErOrTJS-Y/s1600/forrest+gump.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCnm4CFFg2I/AAAAAAAADVQ/AQErOrTJS-Y/s640/forrest+gump.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;PS: I didn't go to school today. Wasn't feeling too good in the morning + I woke up late. Surprisingly, my mom agreed to let me stay home after asking her nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Just got back from Empire after eating a sucky dinner (do not ever go to &lt;i&gt;Lameeya&lt;/i&gt; - or however you spell it. The food tastes as bad as its service.) worshipping the grocery store, getting goosebumps in the frozen food section &amp;amp; eating chocolate danishes at The Loaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-7020671763539981492?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7020671763539981492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-your-favorite-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7020671763539981492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7020671763539981492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-your-favorite-movie.html' title='Day 2 - Your favorite movie'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCnguumkTjI/AAAAAAAADVI/WDx3scau6P4/s72-c/Forrest-Gamp-1-YPYBLKD3AJ-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6008988364649228088</id><published>2010-06-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:01:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Your favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't have a favorite song. I do have songs that I like (which usually don't hold my interest after a week on replay) but I could never single out any of them as the song of the century. I might hurt the other songs' feelings (lawl that was lame.)&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Although, if this were a life/death situation I'd have to say that the song that always makes me feel 'teehee' is Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCiWWshY7QI/AAAAAAAADVA/cAhM5_Yhr3c/s1600/Hellogoodbye-hellogoodbye-714516_800_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCiWWshY7QI/AAAAAAAADVA/cAhM5_Yhr3c/s640/Hellogoodbye-hellogoodbye-714516_800_600.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Bingo is on my lap clawing his way into my armpit and licking my elbow. Ah yes, a typical Monday night.&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/7226826159172596468-6008988364649228088?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6008988364649228088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-your-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6008988364649228088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6008988364649228088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-your-favorite-song.html' title='Day 1 - Your favorite song'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCiWWshY7QI/AAAAAAAADVA/cAhM5_Yhr3c/s72-c/Hellogoodbye-hellogoodbye-714516_800_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6031611946805536639</id><published>2010-06-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:04:07.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll start this tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 01 — Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 — Your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 — Your favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 — Your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 — Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 — A photo you took&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — A non-fictional book&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — A fanfic&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — A talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — A hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — A recipe&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — A website&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — A YouTube video&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — Your week, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — This year, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;but today, Nick had his confirmation in church. I guess in short (for you non-church-goers) you could say he's fully confirmed as a Catholic now. &amp;amp;then we had bak kut teh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Just finished watching Vampire Diaries (on pirated DVDs. Big deal.) for 4 hours straight drooling (in my mind) over Paul Wesley &amp;amp;every single absurdly good-looking guy in Mystic Falls ie. the town in which the show is based in and ran up the stairs subconsciously thinking to myself "Pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme" to the imaginary vampire that I imagined vaporizing out of thin air (yea, they do that a lot in the show) &amp;amp;draining all my human juices. If only it were all real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-6031611946805536639?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6031611946805536639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6031611946805536639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6031611946805536639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-0.html' title='Day 0'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3433227961101744078</id><published>2010-06-24T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:15:00.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Messi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I took the IGCSE entrance test today and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I GOT IN! not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The results (according to Mrs. Chong) will only come out by end of July so it's going to be a very long, anticipated wait but by that time, it'll be exam season (yes, indeed-ily filled with endless revision.) Just so you know, a spoiler for those who didn't take the test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;First page. A bombastically worded passage about a boy named Hugh and how his teacher admired him (not in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; way. that's pedophilia.) From reading the first paragraph, I thought that it was about a girl having a crush on a boy but sadly, no. I swear if I hadn't been in a good mood that day, I wouldn't have been able to understand the passage. It was so strangely written (minus the typos) with words I'd never even heard of like 'mass indoctrination' (PS: I had to use the spell-checker to type that out) and 'pedantic'. They even had us define their meanings and fill in blanks about Australians' habits on the bus. Did you know they don't prefer sitting next to other people on buses or trains? I'm quite proud of my essay though (titled 'Useful Inventions of the Past'.) Managed to fit in references to neanderthals, cocks (THE BIRD) and Alexander Graham Bell. I quote, "What did our ape-like ancestors, commonly called cavemen, use as chairs? These early species of humans used the ground for sitting. That's right, there was no need for spinal-correcting massage chairs or silk embossed sofas because all the exercise they ever needed to keep their body in tip-top shape were from carrying out their daily chores."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on to Maths (which I carefully calmed myself from getting nervous over beforehand) I left 4 questions blank whereas Dan tells me Yen Yee left 4 pages blank. I honestly don't think my papers were a lost cause because I am positive (or more like subconsciously hoping the shit out of myself) that I will get a place in Year10. Dear Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCNKXcWV9UI/AAAAAAAADU4/jYCBRZkosKQ/s1600/IMG_0381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCNKXcWV9UI/AAAAAAAADU4/jYCBRZkosKQ/s640/IMG_0381.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;RM1 baby biscuits from Bangsar pasar malam. That's the night we bought 40 sticks of sate and asam laksa and feasted out in the patio with a bottle of wine.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, so glad it's Friday tomorrow. My mom made a date with me after school tomorrow to go to Tangs to spend the RM50 voucher we got in the mail. Lawl. What else do you do when you get free money? &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/7226826159172596468-3433227961101744078?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3433227961101744078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-messi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3433227961101744078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3433227961101744078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-messi.html' title='Happy Birthday Messi!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TCNKXcWV9UI/AAAAAAAADU4/jYCBRZkosKQ/s72-c/IMG_0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4045277602204699840</id><published>2010-06-19T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:01:12.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, I'm back from Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Just got back last night after 3days of walking for 12hours straight  everyday, (I'm not even kidding. I counted.) shopping on Orchard Road, (went in a MiuMiu store  for the very first time and fell head over heels for the shoes.) grinning from ear-to-ear at the store-wide SALE where a top at CottonOn only cost me 5$ which sums up to roughly RM11.70. The Forever21 there is HUGE. As in 4 levels worth of clothes and nonsense. My mom and I literally went to every MNG store along the entire stretch of shopping malls. Every. Single. One. Six in fact. The variety of things they have in Orchard Road is like ours except times 4. Eg: One Prada store on one side of the road and another right across it on the opposite side. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBypskQsOfI/AAAAAAAADRg/f1dQy3PvZfc/s1600/IMG_0296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBypskQsOfI/AAAAAAAADRg/f1dQy3PvZfc/s640/IMG_0296.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByp2UUTUSI/AAAAAAAADRo/-KDJu9CXF4A/s1600/IMG_0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByp2UUTUSI/AAAAAAAADRo/-KDJu9CXF4A/s640/IMG_0298.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bus ride to Singapore was hands-down the best ever. The seats were twice my size, they had wifi, it was a massage chair, there was a stowaway tv-screen with 5billion shows, free sandwiches, two footrests, game console, a double-decked bus &amp;amp; the stewards wore suits and red ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysyaoqAEI/AAAAAAAADT4/V2FlmgTt7a8/s1600/IMG_0334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysyaoqAEI/AAAAAAAADT4/V2FlmgTt7a8/s640/IMG_0334.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqLt252JI/AAAAAAAADRw/uWQ3UafpL_A/s1600/IMG_0303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqLt252JI/AAAAAAAADRw/uWQ3UafpL_A/s640/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqUANLkPI/AAAAAAAADR4/T-K4uff8lFU/s1600/IMG_0305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqUANLkPI/AAAAAAAADR4/T-K4uff8lFU/s640/IMG_0305.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqbph8a7I/AAAAAAAADSA/tPTv8C1y29E/s1600/IMG_0307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqbph8a7I/AAAAAAAADSA/tPTv8C1y29E/s640/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqmA01CTI/AAAAAAAADSI/CYwvG9iZtEw/s1600/IMG_0308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 633px; height: 844px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqmA01CTI/AAAAAAAADSI/CYwvG9iZtEw/s640/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqugMbweI/AAAAAAAADSQ/pO2dJhcXSLQ/s1600/IMG_0309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByqugMbweI/AAAAAAAADSQ/pO2dJhcXSLQ/s640/IMG_0309.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Universal Studios. I suggest you not go there now cause the biggest big-ass roller coaster I've ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrBepcp0I/AAAAAAAADSg/XKju8kSMeUI/s1600/IMG_0312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrBepcp0I/AAAAAAAADSg/XKju8kSMeUI/s640/IMG_0312.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ...isn't even running yet but if you do, go on a weekday&amp;amp;ride the Return of the Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByq3x6kJZI/AAAAAAAADSY/3J_49-dDgGM/s1600/IMG_0311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 638px; height: 852px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByq3x6kJZI/AAAAAAAADSY/3J_49-dDgGM/s640/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a high-speed roller coaster and you're like plunged into darkness, falling backwards for about a second. The waiting line is beyond long cause it took about 5 minutes for Nick&amp;amp;I to reach the end since there wasn't anyone else lining up in front of us. &amp;amp; cause there was creepy music playing and the lights were dimmed to the point where everything was a blur, I had my arm permanently attached to his forearm throughout the entire walk and screamed into his shoulder when the mummy jumped out at us. I may be young but I could have had a heart attack there and then (not really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrJ6Iz4eI/AAAAAAAADSo/WXCCBGnKG-M/s1600/IMG_0315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrJ6Iz4eI/AAAAAAAADSo/WXCCBGnKG-M/s640/IMG_0315.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrR3dhVfI/AAAAAAAADSw/cIDS3d7mggA/s1600/IMG_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrR3dhVfI/AAAAAAAADSw/cIDS3d7mggA/s640/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrZzUmo-I/AAAAAAAADS4/UAx-dzKUgpg/s1600/IMG_0317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrZzUmo-I/AAAAAAAADS4/UAx-dzKUgpg/s640/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrjpYmdXI/AAAAAAAADTA/9jLE_La4mcI/s1600/IMG_0318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByrjpYmdXI/AAAAAAAADTA/9jLE_La4mcI/s640/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This is the evil coin-timer that conned me of my 20cents. It's supposed to activate the jukebox from our seat. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByruDxQU4I/AAAAAAAADTI/ljqnKONgXc4/s1600/IMG_0323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByruDxQU4I/AAAAAAAADTI/ljqnKONgXc4/s640/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByr1lzfbyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/YNpYon4zOCI/s1600/IMG_0324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByr1lzfbyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/YNpYon4zOCI/s640/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheese &amp;amp; Caramel flavored popcorn at Garett's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByshghXX1I/AAAAAAAADTw/iHQ2D7-g9LQ/s1600/IMG_0333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TByshghXX1I/AAAAAAAADTw/iHQ2D7-g9LQ/s640/IMG_0333.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysXlKu8zI/AAAAAAAADTo/AgAL0rGvskM/s1600/IMG_0331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 637px; height: 850px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysXlKu8zI/AAAAAAAADTo/AgAL0rGvskM/s640/IMG_0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6-foot-tall Hershey's chocolate syrup bottle. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysCWOf7iI/AAAAAAAADTY/Wv2_vUczCtw/s1600/IMG_0327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysCWOf7iI/AAAAAAAADTY/Wv2_vUczCtw/s640/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the skyline up to the Luge ride in Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysOqN1g7I/AAAAAAAADTg/0B73f0iIYYg/s1600/IMG_0330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBysOqN1g7I/AAAAAAAADTg/0B73f0iIYYg/s640/IMG_0330.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was staring in  awe at Hooters in Clarke Quay (pronounced as Clarke Kee. I kept calling it Koay.) cause they don’t have one in Malaysia nor will there ever be one. The waitresses don't walk around topless but they do wear very revealing shirts. My mom tells me that in Germany, all the girls wear cut-out stars to cover their titties and hot-pants. Just saying, must be cold though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBytLnR8fwI/AAAAAAAADUI/WrS7txsmEAw/s1600/IMG_0337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBytLnR8fwI/AAAAAAAADUI/WrS7txsmEAw/s640/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBys-S82pAI/AAAAAAAADUA/PPTXLrMwql0/s1600/IMG_0336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBys-S82pAI/AAAAAAAADUA/PPTXLrMwql0/s640/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Dinner in Clarke Quay. My mother. Above that is a picture of the prawn legs I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBytXfdU7TI/AAAAAAAADUQ/1J2NPciwDvs/s1600/IMG_0339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBytXfdU7TI/AAAAAAAADUQ/1J2NPciwDvs/s640/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBytiq0UdaI/AAAAAAAADUY/bY2qkIHqahs/s1600/IMG_0342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBytiq0UdaI/AAAAAAAADUY/bY2qkIHqahs/s640/IMG_0342.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the Science Centre in Singapore. It's so much cooler than the one here. See the metal cage? There's a lady inside. The Tesla coil is zapping it with 3million volts of electricity, I think &amp;amp; she survived. Lawl, I saw her having to sign some papers before getting in which means there was a possibility that she could have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBywoHZ3puI/AAAAAAAADUg/tRToV3eqhFI/s1600/IMG_0343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBywoHZ3puI/AAAAAAAADUg/tRToV3eqhFI/s640/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBywvZJoYeI/AAAAAAAADUo/V47em9oS45o/s1600/IMG_0354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBywvZJoYeI/AAAAAAAADUo/V47em9oS45o/s640/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS: The dogs are like best friends now. They sleep together, they eat together, they bark at their reflections together, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-4045277602204699840?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4045277602204699840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4045277602204699840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4045277602204699840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBypskQsOfI/AAAAAAAADRg/f1dQy3PvZfc/s72-c/IMG_0296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6819509368971481518</id><published>2010-06-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:43:53.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150662</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBb3-PQbnyI/AAAAAAAADRA/RNoQOmVp2NY/s1600/346+Peter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBb3-PQbnyI/AAAAAAAADRA/RNoQOmVp2NY/s640/346+Peter.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Behold, my father. Looks like Mark Wahlberg (in a way la...), gets younger by the day (according to him) and smells like - I'd rather not say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had to make it a point to spread the word here that it was his birthday today even though you guys don't know who he is other than him being my dad. OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBdhgbGb4PI/AAAAAAAADRQ/ksw6S34DKz0/s1600/IMG_0363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBdhgbGb4PI/AAAAAAAADRQ/ksw6S34DKz0/s640/IMG_0363.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Messing with nail polish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBdhobHQnpI/AAAAAAAADRY/KeNiz4X96ck/s1600/IMG_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBdhobHQnpI/AAAAAAAADRY/KeNiz4X96ck/s640/IMG_0374.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pencil case and neck pillow IN THE SHAPE OF BANANAS. *seizure*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Got it yesterday at MidV after having lunch with Nick &amp;amp; my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Heading out to Sunway with very instant. Tomorrow, it's Singapore!&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/7226826159172596468-6819509368971481518?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6819509368971481518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/150662.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6819509368971481518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6819509368971481518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/150662.html' title='150662'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBb3-PQbnyI/AAAAAAAADRA/RNoQOmVp2NY/s72-c/346+Peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5652700327746060034</id><published>2010-06-14T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:06:51.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYjyblGTAI/AAAAAAAADQw/s7r5heUuRMI/s1600/DSCN0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYjyblGTAI/AAAAAAAADQw/s7r5heUuRMI/s640/DSCN0028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tangalooma (Australia) 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I like this picture. Makes me feel like I was a hippie from the tie-dye &amp;amp; bare feet. I remember this trip very much cause I got a horrible fever that got me having nightmares about Chucky from Child's Play two nights in a row. Was just comparing how I looked from before and now &amp;amp; it's like wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYmXM1RzNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/WIWtNzEaPoU/s1600/DSCN0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYmXM1RzNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/WIWtNzEaPoU/s640/DSCN0059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also from Tangalooma. Excuse our glum expressions but firstly, I'd like to draw your attention to the fat, white guy to the left in the speedo adjusting his adjustables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYjqnOdtLI/AAAAAAAADQo/MLnZvj_cDtI/s1600/Christmas+04+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYjqnOdtLI/AAAAAAAADQo/MLnZvj_cDtI/s640/Christmas+04+12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas Day 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;LOLOLOLOL. nuff said.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Looking through old photos is fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: It's my daddy's birthday tomorrow. Apparently, he's turning 18.&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/7226826159172596468-5652700327746060034?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5652700327746060034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5652700327746060034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5652700327746060034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-back.html' title='Looking back.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBYjyblGTAI/AAAAAAAADQw/s7r5heUuRMI/s72-c/DSCN0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4708772008365374117</id><published>2010-06-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:20:50.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Movie day with Sheena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm now very berry much in like with Ashton Kutcher (again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All the pictures are in Forever21's changing rooms. Clothes strewn all over? That's usual for girls our age. You know, trying on everything and never buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTeGml6rI/AAAAAAAADOQ/R88JYsf8LH8/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTeGml6rI/AAAAAAAADOQ/R88JYsf8LH8/s640/1.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTlK3k7uI/AAAAAAAADOY/5nXPYOHHLVc/s1600/IMG_0314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTlK3k7uI/AAAAAAAADOY/5nXPYOHHLVc/s640/IMG_0314.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTs-fdpmI/AAAAAAAADOg/kPRI5YFgSqg/s1600/IMG_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTs-fdpmI/AAAAAAAADOg/kPRI5YFgSqg/s640/IMG_0316.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTzyuzpWI/AAAAAAAADOo/5NeTbtcB2i0/s1600/IMG_0317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOVtBZh7NI/AAAAAAAADQI/mbqVgvZYlVQ/s640/IMG_0350.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOV1dsxowI/AAAAAAAADQQ/2PdNQZHTz2Q/s1600/IMG_0351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOV1dsxowI/AAAAAAAADQQ/2PdNQZHTz2Q/s640/IMG_0351.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/7226826159172596468-4708772008365374117?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4708772008365374117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/killers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4708772008365374117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4708772008365374117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/killers.html' title='Killers'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBOTeGml6rI/AAAAAAAADOQ/R88JYsf8LH8/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1407578321874698756</id><published>2010-06-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:58:21.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito Bites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBHuaf_Hc2I/AAAAAAAADOA/TDcayEfZoT8/s1600/IMG_0302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBHuaf_Hc2I/AAAAAAAADOA/TDcayEfZoT8/s640/IMG_0302.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I found this bruise on my leg a few days ago. Don't know how, don't know when but it's much darker in real life than in this picture. Alia came over to watch Kick-Ass &amp;amp; try some cupcakes and asked me what was on the back of my leg. You'd think that after having a layer of cellulite that it'd somehow prevent me from getting things like these anymore. &amp;amp; what's funny is the more I look at it, the more it reminds me of a hickey (hmm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBHuln9fVYI/AAAAAAAADOI/D-C2UyK0q4E/s1600/IMG_0308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBHuln9fVYI/AAAAAAAADOI/D-C2UyK0q4E/s640/IMG_0308.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hi Nick.&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/7226826159172596468-1407578321874698756?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1407578321874698756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/mosquito-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1407578321874698756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1407578321874698756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/mosquito-bites.html' title='Mosquito Bites.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBHuaf_Hc2I/AAAAAAAADOA/TDcayEfZoT8/s72-c/IMG_0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-665780299035823487</id><published>2010-06-10T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:08:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDeK-Z9ckI/AAAAAAAADMA/BAy5TLys90M/s1600/IMG_0284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDeK-Z9ckI/AAAAAAAADMA/BAy5TLys90M/s640/IMG_0284.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I baked today &amp;amp;like any other amateur, I took pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDeTyhxp3I/AAAAAAAADMI/FKdvR3GoAl8/s1600/IMG_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDeTyhxp3I/AAAAAAAADMI/FKdvR3GoAl8/s640/IMG_0287.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just in case you're interested, I got the recipe here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinchmysalt.com/2009/02/04/red-velvet-cupcakes-with-cream-cheese-frosting-recipe/"&gt;(click me)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDgj_aG14I/AAAAAAAADM4/k6J8mMraBE0/s1600/IMG_0289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDgj_aG14I/AAAAAAAADM4/k6J8mMraBE0/s640/IMG_0289.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDhtUdvFrI/AAAAAAAADNg/cXJkhjeaMxA/s1600/IMG_0290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDhtUdvFrI/AAAAAAAADNg/cXJkhjeaMxA/s640/IMG_0290.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDh1CjrIDI/AAAAAAAADNo/KzJp9-cHmrE/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDh1CjrIDI/AAAAAAAADNo/KzJp9-cHmrE/s640/IMG_0295.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDjBsaJqdI/AAAAAAAADNw/pSYW_ZGDILI/s1600/IMG_0271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDjBsaJqdI/AAAAAAAADNw/pSYW_ZGDILI/s640/IMG_0271.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDjJdt2z1I/AAAAAAAADN4/d4UNqS12XqY/s1600/IMG_0279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDjJdt2z1I/AAAAAAAADN4/d4UNqS12XqY/s640/IMG_0279.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, what do I do with 14 cupcakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The obvious answer is to eat them but if I were to eat them all...well, I wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: The icing is cream cheese+butter+icing sugar+vanilla essence. &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/7226826159172596468-665780299035823487?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/665780299035823487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/665780299035823487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/665780299035823487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TBDeK-Z9ckI/AAAAAAAADMA/BAy5TLys90M/s72-c/IMG_0284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1740780451807725484</id><published>2010-06-09T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:52:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just got back from Penang with the family last night with our bags stuffed to the zipper with idiotically discounted nonsense, bellies filled with food to the point where every burp came with the risk of hurling (not ladylike whatsoever) and sleeping at the backseat of the car the entire way home. My skin is half a shade darker now after 3 days on the beach. Wearing swimsuits - which I am unhappy to say - doesn't help mask the stupid tan lines around my ankles and thighs from sports season. No, they haven't gone away even after nearly two months of obscurity &amp;amp; exposing them in public like that isn't high on my list of thumbs-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TA9-c49PvAI/AAAAAAAADLw/XiD-b3LASbQ/s1600/DSCF5298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TA9-c49PvAI/AAAAAAAADLw/XiD-b3LASbQ/s640/DSCF5298.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;100yen store bobby pins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TA9-kRQ350I/AAAAAAAADL4/wCj_TB83-ZM/s1600/DSCF5304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TA9-kRQ350I/AAAAAAAADL4/wCj_TB83-ZM/s640/DSCF5304.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Teen Vogue and Faber-Castell magic markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: It has already been written in stone that I plan on baking tomorrow. Finally.&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/7226826159172596468-1740780451807725484?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1740780451807725484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/70.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1740780451807725484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1740780451807725484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/70.html' title='70%'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TA9-c49PvAI/AAAAAAAADLw/XiD-b3LASbQ/s72-c/DSCF5298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3851856923411366638</id><published>2010-06-05T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:43:47.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grizzly Bear Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPjU3XjuI/AAAAAAAADK0/4j3ak1zeI6U/s1600/llll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPjU3XjuI/AAAAAAAADK0/4j3ak1zeI6U/s640/llll.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(new shirt from the street market last Saturday) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There's probably no surprise to why I've been away these past few days. Exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now that the holidays have unofficially started and the exams finally over with, I can't wait to check off that little list of to-dos I've been putting off for forever. Hopefully I won't go off into hibernation mode and 'forget'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom&amp;amp;dad have been out since 8am to attend this compulsory talk at church for all the parents/guardians. Believe me, they weren't too keen on showing up at all cause it's till 5pm. I don't know what they're going to do for 9 hours. So, it's just me and Nick at home today eating peanut butter (+milo powder) sandwiches for breakfast and instant Nescafe coffee, watching reruns of &lt;i&gt;Everybody Hates Raymond&lt;/i&gt; on &lt;i&gt;Starworld&lt;/i&gt; till noon and abusing my limit on the computer replaying &lt;i&gt;The Reason&lt;/i&gt; over and over. Loving that song all over again. It brings back memories from World Stage last year when all of us jumped up screaming - along with the other 20000 people there - the moment we heard that all-too-familiar tune during Hoobastank's performance. Which reminds me, Kasabian is starting to sound awesome again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPk8KE9OI/AAAAAAAADK8/SchTsJNAxek/s1600/33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPk8KE9OI/AAAAAAAADK8/SchTsJNAxek/s640/33.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night. Note the vampire cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPyCVGIlI/AAAAAAAADLE/1LsO1HohKwk/s1600/for+RUBY%21+%3DD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPyCVGIlI/AAAAAAAADLE/1LsO1HohKwk/s640/for+RUBY%21+%3DD.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Olney sent me this a while back. I came across it while combing through the endless 'New Folders' I keep making to store random photos from all over. It's a drawing his sister (Ruby) got from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Jaryn left for UK last night. Won't be seeing her till after the holidays :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From her latest status update on Facebook (which was roughly an hour ago) she's currently in the Dubai airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I quote: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jarynlim"&gt;Jaryn Lim&lt;/a&gt; at Dubai airport.&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/7226826159172596468-3851856923411366638?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3851856923411366638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/grizzly-bear-hugs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3851856923411366638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3851856923411366638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/06/grizzly-bear-hugs.html' title='Grizzly Bear Hugs'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAnPjU3XjuI/AAAAAAAADK0/4j3ak1zeI6U/s72-c/llll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5644270647283192078</id><published>2010-05-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:18:25.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a series of unfortunate events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Just took two gulps of those little maroon-colored pellets in the little tubes. My tummy is twice its normal size right now from wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2. The small dog just peed in my room after leaving him in there for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3. I had to clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4. My mom had to take me out of Sunday school early this morning because I was on the verge of blacking out for God-knows-why. It went away after about an hour of cold sweat and cringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Waited for an hour and a half at Chilis before our food came cause the douchefag of a waiter - who couldn't even speak proper English - forgot to put in our order. Later, after asking for it for the 3rd time in a row the manager came and sorted things out. It was not a very enjoyable meal. &amp;amp;due to the fact that I was hungry, thus why I am currently dealing with a tummy ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6. The small dog won't stop yapping downstairs. I just went down and whacked his cage with the cane a few dozen times while yelling at him to shut up.&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/7226826159172596468-5644270647283192078?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5644270647283192078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-series-of-unfortunate-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5644270647283192078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5644270647283192078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Today was a series of unfortunate events.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-779077229607003880</id><published>2010-05-29T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:43:42.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue in Chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I liked today. Mainly because I went shopping with my mom :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There was a street market organized by &lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/"&gt;Tongue in Chic&lt;/a&gt; (and recommended to me by Alia) we went to at this new shopping mall called Sunway Giza. Details about it are here &lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/articles/2846-Break-open-the-bank-its-Chic-Pop-Street-Market-4"&gt;(click me)&lt;/a&gt; but I don't think that will do any good given the fact that it was a one-day only event and it ended at 8pm which was an hour ago. Sorry, maybe I should have mentioned it yesterday. The stuff there were at pretty reasonable prices though. First time going for one of these sort of things so I was surprised at how it was like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lots and lots of new, old &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;previously loved&lt;/i&gt; (meaning second-hand, for those thick headed ones out there) clothes, bags, shoes, accessories and other girl-nonsense were for sale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine a wide open outdoors + shaped plaza in the middle of a decent sized shopping mall with booth after booth of clothes hanging from racks next to their respective tables, also covered with stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAEK30g9MRI/AAAAAAAADKc/OYSEwYjZdXU/s1600/IMG_0242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAEK30g9MRI/AAAAAAAADKc/OYSEwYjZdXU/s640/IMG_0242.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They were passing out pseudo-flowers and lollipops to whoever signed up for Chic Pop's newsletter (or something like that. I just wanted the lollipop) which pretty much included you to fill in your details on a sheet of paper so why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAEKyZDJeMI/AAAAAAAADKU/AykuG3NtagY/s1600/IMG_0234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAEKyZDJeMI/AAAAAAAADKU/AykuG3NtagY/s640/IMG_0234.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After that we went to Sunway Pyramid for some more walking about and guess how much I got these 3 pairs of earrings for at Forever21&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Do the math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No, not kidding. I literally had to dig through 4 giant glass bowls of tangled up necklaces and bracelets to find these but they are so, SO worth it. As it is, the price written on the back was marked down from RM15 to RM5 and that alone got me laughing to myself in my head. Just as I was about to pass the cashier the 5ringgit note in my hand, she said it was only a buck. More head laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Note: This is my first purchase ever from Forever21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAELASAhHpI/AAAAAAAADKk/UBboraGFxPU/s1600/IMG_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAELASAhHpI/AAAAAAAADKk/UBboraGFxPU/s640/IMG_0244.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A pin-on ribbon I got at the street market. I got a whole bunch of other nonsense that I bought but I think I'll save that for another day.&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/7226826159172596468-779077229607003880?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/779077229607003880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/tongue-in-chic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/779077229607003880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/779077229607003880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/tongue-in-chic.html' title='Tongue in Chic'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/TAEK30g9MRI/AAAAAAAADKc/OYSEwYjZdXU/s72-c/IMG_0242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2366809571573664153</id><published>2010-05-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:02:21.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peg-legged puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just filled up my entire day with Geography. Yea, I really just sat at the dining table all day (well, most of it anyway) studying. The last time I remember being so rajin was in Primary school.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Some things I learned today about the dogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__E6kKFtCI/AAAAAAAADJ8/GhzfHPB-m-8/s1600/IMG_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__E6kKFtCI/AAAAAAAADJ8/GhzfHPB-m-8/s640/IMG_0220.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. They are absolute pussy-cats. A few booms of thunder and they run with their tails between their legs to hide either with their noses squashed against my armpits (I was taking a nap) or imitating baby seals next to each other underneath my chair with at least one limb on my feet the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__FBPiXxuI/AAAAAAAADKE/yx1C4gAkWjg/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__FBPiXxuI/AAAAAAAADKE/yx1C4gAkWjg/s640/IMG_0224.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Bingo snores :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__FGvQ_wOI/AAAAAAAADKM/pxmeQlY-aMY/s1600/IMG_0227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__FGvQ_wOI/AAAAAAAADKM/pxmeQlY-aMY/s640/IMG_0227.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Baby socks do not fit on puppy feet. My mom &amp;amp; I went to Carrefour in the morning to get baby socks for the small one cause he wouldn't stop scratching himself. It's gotten so bad that his elbow is all red. Those white things on his feet are strips of cut up t-shirts tied around his feet. Now he looks like a pirate.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: My mom told me she had a dream last night about going to Singapore to eat. Just eating. &amp;amp; telling her children not to eat.&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/7226826159172596468-2366809571573664153?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2366809571573664153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/peg-legged-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2366809571573664153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2366809571573664153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/peg-legged-puppy.html' title='Peg-legged puppy'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S__E6kKFtCI/AAAAAAAADJ8/GhzfHPB-m-8/s72-c/IMG_0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8556422269060929746</id><published>2010-05-27T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:57:35.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_5nh_78w3I/AAAAAAAADJU/OZbl6CvgXx4/s1600/IMG_0206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_5nh_78w3I/AAAAAAAADJU/OZbl6CvgXx4/s640/IMG_0206.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_5lUkQ4V3I/AAAAAAAADJE/ouFh-ptJMtM/s1600/IMG_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_5lUkQ4V3I/AAAAAAAADJE/ouFh-ptJMtM/s640/IMG_0207.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went for another monthly mother-daughter pedicure again after school :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This time it's orange-pink (the shade on the right of my thumbnail) with sparkles.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I really really can't wait for the holidays. It's only day one of exam week and I'm already flipping out. I've got 6 big-ass pimples on my face from the tension that I'm itching to pop but can't cause you're not supposed to. Just as an fyi in case I forget to mention in future posts, I'll be going to Penang for the first weekend of the holidays. The last few days of it are reserved for Universal Studios in Singapore.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Excuse me while I go study now. Geography paper on Monday lawl. &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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: I've had 2 cupcakes in the past week. All of which were red velvet cupcakes. I just had another at Delicious - also red velvet - so that makes it 3 cupcakes in total. So much for eating healthy.&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/7226826159172596468-8556422269060929746?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8556422269060929746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/lizzie-buttnose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8556422269060929746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8556422269060929746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/lizzie-buttnose.html' title='Hehehe'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_5nh_78w3I/AAAAAAAADJU/OZbl6CvgXx4/s72-c/IMG_0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-776209942937818498</id><published>2010-05-26T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:41:53.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marzipan Ducklings &amp; Warrior Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_0Sh_iljsI/AAAAAAAADIs/wgU0QeNJQko/s1600/IMG_0199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_0Sh_iljsI/AAAAAAAADIs/wgU0QeNJQko/s640/IMG_0199.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know whether to eat this or not. It's 8.34pm and I still haven't decided. Billy gave it to me after school in a little box meant for three cupcakes - except that two of them were missing. Don't matter cause this little ducky is enough. It's currently sitting alone in my room not doing anything - as opposed to being in my tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_0SuXJkfrI/AAAAAAAADI0/trwE3onLISE/s1600/IMG_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_0SuXJkfrI/AAAAAAAADI0/trwE3onLISE/s640/IMG_0204.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is where I explain about the book in the photo. Jian Han lent me this book today in class. If you want me to summarize the plot, it's basically about this clan of warrior cats (lawl. I know.) who live in the woods and recruit a new cat called Rusty aka. Firepaw (lawl. again.) who happens to be one of those 'chosen ones'. After that they go to war with the other clans like Shadow Clan, River Clan and Wind Clan. Shut up, I know it is a really really dumb story to have been written about but I've already read the first 40 pages and it's actually quite not-so-bad even though Jaryn &amp;amp; Anson were laughing at me about it in class. There's another 4 books after this one too. Yes, I plan to read them all.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Exams start tomorrow. ohmygodohmygodohmygod. &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/7226826159172596468-776209942937818498?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/776209942937818498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/marzipan-ducklings-warrior-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/776209942937818498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/776209942937818498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/marzipan-ducklings-warrior-cats.html' title='Marzipan Ducklings &amp; Warrior Cats'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_0Sh_iljsI/AAAAAAAADIs/wgU0QeNJQko/s72-c/IMG_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4366116990178614586</id><published>2010-05-24T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:27:16.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From the title of this post, I'm sure you can guess what I'll be ranting about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6L8Eq3SI/AAAAAAAADIM/EqhjUHhw_9w/s1600/IMG_0181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6L8Eq3SI/AAAAAAAADIM/EqhjUHhw_9w/s640/IMG_0181.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night after dinner, my dad bought me two cupcakes (I ate the other one before I could get a picture of it.) Best thing ever. We did have this other slice of cake called a 'Hummingbird' which is like a carrot cake except with pineapple and banana instead of...carrots? The lady that owned the little - when I mean little, I really do mean little. It was about a quarter the size of a classroom - cafe in Empire Gallery gave us one of her special vanilla cupcakes on the house too. + what makes this cupcake so much more special is that it leaves my mouth looking like I got punched in the mouth. You know, that gore-y sort of red. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6UsU8XcI/AAAAAAAADIU/GTfC1iD9aOo/s1600/IMG_0184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6UsU8XcI/AAAAAAAADIU/GTfC1iD9aOo/s640/IMG_0184.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to label everything in the house or not someone ie. my brother will memang sapu without asking. Like the other day, I forgot to put my name on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; bag of Famous Amos cookies and my dad went and ate it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6apP6jcI/AAAAAAAADIc/8kTUtN5mbKY/s1600/IMG_0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6apP6jcI/AAAAAAAADIc/8kTUtN5mbKY/s640/IMG_0187.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6i9yA8bI/AAAAAAAADIk/cWiThJnpetg/s1600/IMG_0189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6i9yA8bI/AAAAAAAADIk/cWiThJnpetg/s640/IMG_0189.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been repeating over and over to mom for the past week about how I want to make these cupcakes soon and after actually having a red velvet cupcake, it's making me to want to bake them even more. I can't wait till these exams are over and for the holidays to start. As we speak, I'm still caught up on my Sejarah project which is due for reviewing tomorrow after an extended deadline of a day. &amp;amp; I do notice that this whole 'not done with my work' thing is starting to become a frequent update in my posts. No, that's not very good.&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/7226826159172596468-4366116990178614586?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4366116990178614586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/red-velvet-cupcakes-with-cream-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4366116990178614586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4366116990178614586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/red-velvet-cupcakes-with-cream-cheese.html' title='Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_p6L8Eq3SI/AAAAAAAADIM/EqhjUHhw_9w/s72-c/IMG_0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1633704412995164112</id><published>2010-05-22T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:17:44.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I absolutely cannot tahan. I've been taking pictures of Bingo everyday since the day I got him. If you're a soul-less being who hates all things lovely then you might as well be annoyed but who doesn't like looking at puppies? At this very moment, Bingo is fast asleep on the table next to me on top of my mom's notebook snoring away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_ef0KDQmuI/AAAAAAAADHc/he_7f9ZyEB0/s1600/IMG_0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_ef0KDQmuI/AAAAAAAADHc/he_7f9ZyEB0/s640/IMG_0156.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_ef-oAvS1I/AAAAAAAADHk/xoYHOJO-4r0/s1600/IMG_0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_ef-oAvS1I/AAAAAAAADHk/xoYHOJO-4r0/s640/IMG_0157.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_egLmFOboI/AAAAAAAADHs/div_6ItJHbk/s1600/IMG_0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_egLmFOboI/AAAAAAAADHs/div_6ItJHbk/s640/IMG_0159.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_egXD6xNyI/AAAAAAAADH0/N2jRPNsqFh0/s1600/IMG_0160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_egXD6xNyI/AAAAAAAADH0/N2jRPNsqFh0/s640/IMG_0160.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_eghO308vI/AAAAAAAADH8/AkLz_ePOVUU/s1600/IMG_0161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_eghO308vI/AAAAAAAADH8/AkLz_ePOVUU/s640/IMG_0161.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_evHSkU_aI/AAAAAAAADIE/IEcUuZbMRIM/s1600/IMG_0165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_evHSkU_aI/AAAAAAAADIE/IEcUuZbMRIM/s640/IMG_0165.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sooner or later I will have to stop this current obsession of mine and start studying for real. I'm doomed as it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What was I doing at 8am today? I was at school. To those who skipped it, I have nothing to say to you cause it's not like you missed anything. I don't even fully remember anything worth remembering about today other than the fact that the seniors had their exams.&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/7226826159172596468-1633704412995164112?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1633704412995164112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/doom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1633704412995164112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1633704412995164112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/doom.html' title='Doom!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_ef0KDQmuI/AAAAAAAADHc/he_7f9ZyEB0/s72-c/IMG_0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2277165145168845308</id><published>2010-05-20T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:18:24.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hate having stacks of homework to do every night. I haven't been this busy in forever. I don't mind a worksheet or two but for the past week it's been a non-stop overload of ulangkaji-s and 40minute tests. I almost cried on Monday night after scrambling to finish up my 50-page-long projects and finding out at half-past ten that there was a Geo test the next day which I should have remembered about. Yea, I went downstairs and studied for like an hour. This involved me having my face 3 inches from my 120question worksheet shouting to my brother from the dining table asking him for answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UlcJFFuHI/AAAAAAAADHE/T-prwx0zv2I/s1600/IMG_0145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UlcJFFuHI/AAAAAAAADHE/T-prwx0zv2I/s640/IMG_0145.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UllTcSkmI/AAAAAAAADHM/-yjSqqn8-Fc/s1600/IMG_0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UllTcSkmI/AAAAAAAADHM/-yjSqqn8-Fc/s640/IMG_0146.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UluGPupiI/AAAAAAAADHU/lLnjmmwJkPg/s1600/IMG_0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UluGPupiI/AAAAAAAADHU/lLnjmmwJkPg/s640/IMG_0148.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On a lighter note, the puppy (whose name has still not been decided on. What do you think about Bingo?) is driving me crazy with him gnawing non-stop on my school bag. I just caught him chewing on my Chinese homework. Not that I mind. I'll just say my dog ate it which he did. If AlexHo doesn't believe me then boo him. The pictures are of him asleep after failing to climb onto the sofa. I left him there cause I thought it was cute.&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/7226826159172596468-2277165145168845308?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2277165145168845308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2277165145168845308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2277165145168845308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_UlcJFFuHI/AAAAAAAADHE/T-prwx0zv2I/s72-c/IMG_0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4232741986895186292</id><published>2010-05-17T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:06:46.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Puppy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EwqdrAvgI/AAAAAAAADG8/GmamSRbp1O4/s1600/IMG_0129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EwqdrAvgI/AAAAAAAADG8/GmamSRbp1O4/s640/IMG_0129.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EvZDcYhJI/AAAAAAAADGU/xylSOxGs8QE/s1600/IMG_0131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EvZDcYhJI/AAAAAAAADGU/xylSOxGs8QE/s640/IMG_0131.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EvmyCSc0I/AAAAAAAADGk/CnvOuGTfsjo/s1600/IMG_0137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EvmyCSc0I/AAAAAAAADGk/CnvOuGTfsjo/s640/IMG_0137.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EvhLwS6II/AAAAAAAADGc/Llt9zsW3zAw/s1600/IMG_0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EvhLwS6II/AAAAAAAADGc/Llt9zsW3zAw/s640/IMG_0141.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He's been playing with this Kraft plushie for a about an hour now. He is in love with it. I just helped myself to some photos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Still haven't decided on a name yet so I've been calling him puppy for the meantime. &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/7226826159172596468-4232741986895186292?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4232741986895186292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4232741986895186292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4232741986895186292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-puppy.html' title='Hi Puppy :)'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S_EwqdrAvgI/AAAAAAAADG8/GmamSRbp1O4/s72-c/IMG_0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2936306766101176306</id><published>2010-05-16T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:26:56.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm gobsmacked. This afternoon, after getting back from church - being the good little church girl that I am - my dad suggests we go have brunch at The Loaf. We specifically went there for the sole purpose of having a meal. What do we do instead? We buy a puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8q9yLHuI/AAAAAAAADFk/FYvHLEuXVm8/s1600/IMG_0112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8q9yLHuI/AAAAAAAADFk/FYvHLEuXVm8/s640/IMG_0112.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8vpENxGI/AAAAAAAADFs/zDpodlIxl34/s1600/IMG_0113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8vpENxGI/AAAAAAAADFs/zDpodlIxl34/s640/IMG_0113.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8210kaxI/AAAAAAAADF0/luUTH4WFGM0/s1600/IMG_0114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8210kaxI/AAAAAAAADF0/luUTH4WFGM0/s640/IMG_0114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_88tLM4BI/AAAAAAAADF8/DYF5cPFS880/s1600/IMG_0117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_88tLM4BI/AAAAAAAADF8/DYF5cPFS880/s640/IMG_0117.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looks almost exactly like Fuzzy doesn't he? Don't believe me? Scroll down and compare them yourself. Fuzzy is absolutely terrified of him though. We're still thinking of names for him and Alia even suggested Ghandi. I'd really like some help on getting the perfect name for him cause nothing seems to fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, the puppy is downstairs squeaking. It's the cutest thing ever D:&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/7226826159172596468-2936306766101176306?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2936306766101176306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2936306766101176306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2936306766101176306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-puppy.html' title='New puppy'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-_8q9yLHuI/AAAAAAAADFk/FYvHLEuXVm8/s72-c/IMG_0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2936803591320844237</id><published>2010-05-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:56:41.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Made another trip to MidValley with my mom again this afternoon after being persuaded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;by my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;to attend this talk about the heart at the Boulevard Hotel. I surprisingly found it not bad. The speakers made really good points. One of the ladies reminded me of Kate Gosselin except that she was Australian and didn't have 8 kids stringed behind her but oh well. The thing that really annoyed me were these two old guys sitting next to us. The older looking one was shaking his legs for the entire 2 hours and the other kept fidgeting and writing down literally everything the speaker said in his little notebook. Right now I've got a miniature bottle of supplements that I'll have to be taking for the next month or so which apparently help lessen the risk of getting a heart attack?&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I miss my brother. He went for this Confirmation Camp (church thing) &amp;amp;he's only been gone one night but I feel like the house is quieter somehow. They're not allowed to use hand phones, music players, electronics or even watches while they're there. That's right, they can't even check the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-6n_vYH2SI/AAAAAAAADFc/tb635Ykdsjc/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-6n_vYH2SI/AAAAAAAADFc/tb635Ykdsjc/s640/IMG_0077.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why you so ugly?&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/7226826159172596468-2936803591320844237?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2936803591320844237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2936803591320844237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2936803591320844237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart.html' title='The heart'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-6n_vYH2SI/AAAAAAAADFc/tb635Ykdsjc/s72-c/IMG_0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3524937714837360882</id><published>2010-05-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:20:32.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HRn6aPVI/AAAAAAAADFM/BPCmGIlbaMc/s1600/IMG_0100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HRn6aPVI/AAAAAAAADFM/BPCmGIlbaMc/s640/IMG_0100.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The walls in the great hall were littered with hundreds of little hearts just like this one. I managed to grab one before leaving the hall &amp;amp; so did about a hundred other people. Some even ripped off the foot-long silhouettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Damn, the performances today were good! Lots of singing and instrumentals. I was just thinking of when Nicholas performed 'Living on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi on his guitar (which coincidentally happened to be Dan's&amp;amp;my song. You know, OUR song.) Too bad the bunch of us only knew the chorus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I LOLed the most during 10 Theta's drama. They so deserved to win the drama competition. I was laughing so hard I ended up sweating. Do note that the hall was fully air-conditioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HJVpdyhI/AAAAAAAADFE/qCASwmU9G3o/s1600/IMG_0095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HJVpdyhI/AAAAAAAADFE/qCASwmU9G3o/s640/IMG_0095.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HYFjkhSI/AAAAAAAADFU/F1BTizCaV5I/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HYFjkhSI/AAAAAAAADFU/F1BTizCaV5I/s640/IMG_0103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Later in the canteen, Sheena bit a few holes into some of the helium-filled balloons from the hall and turns out helium really does make your voice all chipmunk-ey.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Students against teachers futsal match 4-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure who I supported but there were these really annoying 12 year olds swearing at each other behind us. When I was 12, I didn't even dare call people stupid let alone a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm typing all this down while eating crispy fried sotong from MidValley so the keyboard is all messed up right now. Had lunch at JyuRaKu with Sheena, Alia, Jaryn, Shu, Katie &amp;amp; Dan too. Encountered my first feeling of how it's like to wait around for 'customers' (meaning being hookers) after Jaryn got a text from Chun Fai asking us why we were opening shop so early. That's only cause it was raining and we were stranded sitting outside a bank on the five-foot walkway playing Creamy Ice on Alia's iPod waiting for the rain to simmer down and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ironically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;listening to 'What You Waiting For' by Mizz Nina about 10 times. It was a long wait OK?&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/7226826159172596468-3524937714837360882?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3524937714837360882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3524937714837360882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3524937714837360882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-1HRn6aPVI/AAAAAAAADFM/BPCmGIlbaMc/s72-c/IMG_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8941604906525779396</id><published>2010-05-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:25:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLiviA 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_110196029"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_110196030"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-v9f7Ws6hI/AAAAAAAADE8/Mr_w4GC01kU/s1600/IMG_0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-v9f7Ws6hI/AAAAAAAADE8/Mr_w4GC01kU/s640/IMG_0084.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Finally got my jersey from Rizki! I am a happy girl today :)&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/7226826159172596468-8941604906525779396?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8941604906525779396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/olivia-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8941604906525779396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8941604906525779396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/olivia-9.html' title='OLiviA 9'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-v9f7Ws6hI/AAAAAAAADE8/Mr_w4GC01kU/s72-c/IMG_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-588553302081468094</id><published>2010-05-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:09:51.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The only reason why I'm blogging today is because I've been up to my eyeballs in homework, projects and eraser dust. I needed a break from bending my head over my books and papers for the past couple of hours.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Jaryn gave me the idea of urban-dictionary-ing my name last night and this is what defines 'Olivia':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1. A beautiful wonderful hearted girl.  &lt;br /&gt;Wonderful to talk to. Always there for someone, great person. Absolutely FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2. An AMAZING name. Also a good adjective for any girl who is gorgeous, smart, funny, talented, loving, loved, and fabulous in general. If you are considering having a kid, name it Olivia: despite the sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3. A person who is a sexy beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4. The hottest, nicest, prettiest, person on the planet. can be extremely weird. a person who laughs at her own jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Awesome,hot,beautiful,hilarious,booty packing,hair flippin,freindly,loyal, motha fucka you'll ever know. Know for her sense of humor.Don't take no shit bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6. Beautiful and wonderful person &lt;br /&gt;Who has an incredibly amazing sense of humor &lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and either has or will earn all degrees in college &lt;br /&gt;Also amazing at sports (especially swimming)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7. Listens to great music! Gets attention from mostly douche bag guys! Super smart! Totally talented! Good kisser! Great hair! Nice smile! Hot bod! Cute feet! Knows how to party! So wierd! Usually has A.D.D. An all around amazing person. You won't regret knowing an Olivia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8. A nerd who works too much and gets straight A's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There's 5 pages worth of results. Some of them aren't positive definitions but whatever right? Not like they're specifically about me. &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/7226826159172596468-588553302081468094?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/588553302081468094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/compliments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/588553302081468094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/588553302081468094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/compliments.html' title='Compliments.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1769841347517024179</id><published>2010-05-10T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:58:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope the class photos turn out OK without me looking like nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I dread the very thought of screwing it up this year. Usually when we take pictures of our own, if we don't like it, we dump it. &amp;amp; usually every year the camera guy takes a couple of photos instead of just one. This year it was literally *click* ok formal *click* ok freestyle *click* done. It took about 5 seconds for it to kick in that we were done. Anson swears that he blinked though. Oh damn. The only thing that's different this year is that I'm in the Blue &amp;amp; Yellow house photos :D (yea, I may have sneaked into the Yellow one on purpose.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Happy Belated Mother's Day too. Yesterday morning, I treated my mother to one of those quick-fix breakfasts cause we were kinda rushing to get to church. It was just a slice of bread and cheese microwaved and sprinkled with caster sugar. I told a few people about it and they were skeptical as to where I'd gotten the idea to making that. As far as I know, no one I know knows how good that tastes. Try it if you're curious.&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/7226826159172596468-1769841347517024179?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1769841347517024179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1769841347517024179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1769841347517024179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-day.html' title='Photo Day.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5009785414312652610</id><published>2010-05-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:20:25.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwpz24CmI/AAAAAAAADEE/5lTg5noZVV4/s1600/31414_387317807599_534992599_3980382_4288523_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwpz24CmI/AAAAAAAADEE/5lTg5noZVV4/s640/31414_387317807599_534992599_3980382_4288523_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the smallboy I was talking about. Taken from Jaryn on Facebook :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;First, we see him just sitting there with the basketball in his lap. That's his daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-VwrWH8OEI/AAAAAAAADEM/7YkWBMI8ykM/s1600/31414_387317817599_534992599_3980383_2796239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-VwrWH8OEI/AAAAAAAADEM/7YkWBMI8ykM/s640/31414_387317817599_534992599_3980383_2796239_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; After that he comes closer to play on the yellow bar being all cute-sy and smallboy-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Smile for the camera! What's your name? Hi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwszb0XiI/AAAAAAAADEU/RIxPSLmb4t4/s1600/31414_387317827599_534992599_3980385_6506551_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwszb0XiI/AAAAAAAADEU/RIxPSLmb4t4/s640/31414_387317827599_534992599_3980385_6506551_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Then he goes on running around stepping on drains and his daddy having to carry him off the field mid-game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwt909qNI/AAAAAAAADEc/rXPYrB0EgsY/s1600/31414_387317957599_534992599_3980408_2656804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwt909qNI/AAAAAAAADEc/rXPYrB0EgsY/s640/31414_387317957599_534992599_3980408_2656804_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He runs away. We wander somewhere else. When we get back, his daddy is carrying him up to dunk the basketball in the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"OHMYGOD SO CUTE! TAKE A PICTURE! TAKE A PICTURE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fail.&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/7226826159172596468-5009785414312652610?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5009785414312652610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/smallboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5009785414312652610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5009785414312652610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/smallboy.html' title='Smallboy'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-Vwpz24CmI/AAAAAAAADEE/5lTg5noZVV4/s72-c/31414_387317807599_534992599_3980382_4288523_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8916902360623364895</id><published>2010-05-08T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:16:33.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had a good morning having breakfast with Jaryn, Sheena &amp;amp; Alia at McDo's, watching the inter-house futsal game in school the entire morning, breaking into a classroom with an MPH membership card, taking mugshots with Alia's camera, practicing pedophilia with Jaryn by staring and squealing the cutest smallboy ever running around with a basketball, playing doodlejump on my iPod (and dying after 15000 points), making strange noises when someone almost scores a goal but doesn't, telling Olney how tall and white he is, watching 'The Backup Plan' with Alia &amp;amp; my mom at home (which btw was a good movie. I recommend.) and managing to create a message to Shu Lynn with my butt. I sat on the phone and found it like that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No pictures at all today even though I'm itching to post some. Especially the ones of the smallboy D: Maybe if I get them from Jaryn &amp;amp; Alia...&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/7226826159172596468-8916902360623364895?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8916902360623364895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8916902360623364895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8916902360623364895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-good-news.html' title='I like good news.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1939946312795119537</id><published>2010-05-07T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:31:52.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorbikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ate scones and drank tea while watching 'It's Complicated' with my mom. Would you believe we were pig-squealing all over the sofa? Especially at that part where Alec Baldwin randomly starts making out with Meryl Streep in an elevator. Yea, it was creepy cause of them being over 60 and all. &amp;amp;Alec Baldwin's hairy chest. To put it lightly, I don't think I know how to appreciate men with hairy chests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-QB2MTQMAI/AAAAAAAADD8/ESogQZwDb0M/s1600/its_complicated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-QB2MTQMAI/AAAAAAAADD8/ESogQZwDb0M/s640/its_complicated.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a good movie. Technically not the type of movie I'd recommend to 12 year olds but the type of movie where you just need to buy the dvd and watch at home with friends or in this case, my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One more thing, I had a dream that I was pregnant last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The night before, it was about my parents dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; the night before that, it was about me helping my grandma.&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/7226826159172596468-1939946312795119537?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1939946312795119537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/motorbikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1939946312795119537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1939946312795119537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/motorbikes.html' title='Motorbikes'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S-QB2MTQMAI/AAAAAAAADD8/ESogQZwDb0M/s72-c/its_complicated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3985753801245775412</id><published>2010-05-05T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:01:26.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The co-curricular activities keep starting later and later each year. I went for Leo (just in case you were wondering) and we played this game called 'Honey, I love you. Please smile.' I don't know if you've ever heard of it but I haven't. Maybe you haven't either. It's played with a group of guys and girls. The girls will go up to a guy and say "Honey, I love you. Please smile." and do whatever it takes to make him smile. If he does, she takes his place and he has to go up to another girl and do the same. It was fun actually. I survived from being called out. Brandon on the other hand (who so happens to be the president of the club this year) ended the game by lifting up his shirt trying to make Jacquelynn smile. Que horrendous amounts of laughter.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lately, we've been getting loads of homework which I keep failing to finish. The next day when someone asks me about the homework I go SHIT! cause I usually forget there even is homework. Then there's all these projects we have to complete. Right now I've got both Sejarah and Geography piled up in front of me but I can't do anything about it cause the pen I'm using for them ran out of ink so I'll probably have to walk to the 100yen store to get new ones tomorrow and I don't know how to &lt;i&gt;huraikan Kepentingan Kitar Semula&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How much can you write about recycling? I tell you, I'm sitting here like a retard typing out my draft on Microsoft word and it's turning out to be complete rubbish cause I'm not in that &lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt; to study you know? Sometimes I wish I were Yung Ju - in that non-middlefingershowing-cursethrowing-picksnoseandflicksatpeople sort of way. Actually, scratch that I don't want to be Yung Ju.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: My brother is the vice for the Japanese Culture club and he promised to save me some sushi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-3985753801245775412?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3985753801245775412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3985753801245775412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3985753801245775412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7831925421512854412</id><published>2010-05-03T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:31:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just going to jumble up the weekend into this one post. How's that sound?&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Friday night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mMqqWaII/AAAAAAAADDs/3a-xJPYKW_g/s1600/30797_123610694316449_100000025583779_347339_7570530_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mMqqWaII/AAAAAAAADDs/3a-xJPYKW_g/s640/30797_123610694316449_100000025583779_347339_7570530_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mJfhbphI/AAAAAAAADDU/3WiM5p5qdQM/s1600/31148_391709672199_661862199_3882946_7516407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mJfhbphI/AAAAAAAADDU/3WiM5p5qdQM/s640/31148_391709672199_661862199_3882946_7516407_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mKLm9FLI/AAAAAAAADDc/CSdVXf2a-cw/s1600/28613_387078663268_530438268_4030153_2373861_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mKLm9FLI/AAAAAAAADDc/CSdVXf2a-cw/s640/28613_387078663268_530438268_4030153_2373861_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mK3kUtOI/AAAAAAAADDk/wXE3NegtFmY/s1600/29306_1417494046535_1508133087_31030186_2131058_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mK3kUtOI/AAAAAAAADDk/wXE3NegtFmY/s640/29306_1417494046535_1508133087_31030186_2131058_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96nKRAlNHI/AAAAAAAADD0/TdkU39TjDW4/s1600/28200_385051217599_534992599_3935605_3343975_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96nKRAlNHI/AAAAAAAADD0/TdkU39TjDW4/s640/28200_385051217599_534992599_3935605_3343975_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Maybe we didn't attend the Charity Dinner to be charitable but everyone sure knew how to party.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96ks93qYfI/AAAAAAAADCE/PVSzB-WvQxU/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96ks93qYfI/AAAAAAAADCE/PVSzB-WvQxU/s640/IMG_0018.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96k3Vh0iTI/AAAAAAAADCM/xe3LsUPqNfg/s1600/IMG_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96k3Vh0iTI/AAAAAAAADCM/xe3LsUPqNfg/s640/IMG_0019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I wake up to the sound of Grace rummaging through her things after 6 hours of sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This goes on for the rest of the day up until 4pm. Just lazing around in my room with the air-conditioning on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Neighborhood road trip to Tanjung Sepat. Not sure where that is either but all I know is that it's an hour drive from Subang. Woke up at 7am even after getting back at 11pm from watching Iron Man 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lAyJ22_I/AAAAAAAADCU/lGvkWcHmt80/s1600/IMG_0036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lAyJ22_I/AAAAAAAADCU/lGvkWcHmt80/s640/IMG_0036.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This monkey is smoking a cigarette in its mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lKprfHPI/AAAAAAAADCc/JiaMGFaVfzA/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lKprfHPI/AAAAAAAADCc/JiaMGFaVfzA/s640/IMG_0044.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lYb4Vn9I/AAAAAAAADCk/47BdbQMwLlA/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lYb4Vn9I/AAAAAAAADCk/47BdbQMwLlA/s640/IMG_0048.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lh2rWvZI/AAAAAAAADCs/6L9bvWvYKM0/s1600/IMG_0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96lh2rWvZI/AAAAAAAADCs/6L9bvWvYKM0/s640/IMG_0049.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Random puppy waddling around one of the rundown fruit stalls. I was practically on my knees threading through broken glass and leaves following it around trying to grab it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Buy three kilos of jambu and get this for free."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96luROF3AI/AAAAAAAADC0/m6zASvYyLfA/s1600/IMG_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96luROF3AI/AAAAAAAADC0/m6zASvYyLfA/s640/IMG_0055.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96l4QezKnI/AAAAAAAADC8/GnKAWjARfjQ/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96l4QezKnI/AAAAAAAADC8/GnKAWjARfjQ/s640/IMG_0058.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mBB9CnbI/AAAAAAAADDE/ZKaueG_FIzQ/s1600/IMG_0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mBB9CnbI/AAAAAAAADDE/ZKaueG_FIzQ/s640/IMG_0069.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mILOpAqI/AAAAAAAADDM/tUlN9yZlx6o/s1600/IMG_0070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mILOpAqI/AAAAAAAADDM/tUlN9yZlx6o/s640/IMG_0070.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nick says it's a soldier crab. Found it while roaming around before dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;the highlight of my day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Taking a nap during lunch in the library with Jaryn. We were literally falling asleep in every class and each time the teacher looked away, I'd shut my eyes for 2 seconds and drift...drift...drift...eyes open. I'm sick so I have my excuses. Fever, cough, flu. I just hope it's one of those bugs that go away after a few days. &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/7226826159172596468-7831925421512854412?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7831925421512854412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/lawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7831925421512854412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7831925421512854412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/lawl.html' title='Lawl.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S96mMqqWaII/AAAAAAAADDs/3a-xJPYKW_g/s72-c/30797_123610694316449_100000025583779_347339_7570530_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-3208533690165973863</id><published>2010-04-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:56:01.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty dress? Check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Charity Dinner will be starting 2 hours from now. I'm home alone, my hair is still wet from the hour-long bath I had (apologizes to the environment), it's tied up in my towel turban, Sheena &amp;amp; Jaryn aren't here yet, it's humid, nothing to watch on tv, I haven't started getting my stuff ready for tonight yet and I'm nervous &amp;amp; excited as hell. As the saying goes, &lt;i&gt;tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;/i&gt;. (Yeah, I know that's from the BEP.) It's going to be a good night because I will make sure everything goes ok cause I am an optimistic, happy girl that will be happy and optimistic for tonight. Hope everyone else has a good time even if you're not going :) &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/7226826159172596468-3208533690165973863?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3208533690165973863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretty-dress-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3208533690165973863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/3208533690165973863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretty-dress-check.html' title='Pretty dress? Check.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8772487488173001027</id><published>2010-04-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:28:10.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your shirt on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To put it in exaggerated terms, I almost died in the Science lab today. Brandon was holding one of the boiling tubes containing some iron-sulfur-oxide connecting to a glass tube from another test tube filled with a purple solution over a Bunsen burner. One thing led to the other, the melted goo in the tube got too hot and it exploded. There were tiny, little shards of glass all over that part of the table and the smell was like a mixture of exhaust fumes and fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Charity Dinner tomorrow :D&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/7226826159172596468-8772487488173001027?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8772487488173001027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-your-shirt-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8772487488173001027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8772487488173001027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-your-shirt-on.html' title='Keep your shirt on'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5072201158848544453</id><published>2010-04-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:50:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's go through my checklist of why today was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2. My mom booking tickets for Iron Man 2 on Saturday (mwahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Getting the Charity Dinner tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Skipping Chinese class to go for senior lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5. My mom booking a 4day3night stay in Penang for June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6. Her making cheesecake - which I will remember to bring tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7. Hearing about Jaryn's oddball dream which included being with various boys and waking up half-naked. Yeah, I bet you're really interested to know what in the world this girl was dreaming about right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8. Having Dan &amp;amp; Sheena arguing over being my number one on speed-dial via Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9. Dinner at Jyu Ra Ku with my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10. Having the valet service park our car outside the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;11. Laughing about 'suami nakal dengan isterinya' with Eugene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;12. Watching the Blue House Cheer video posted my Nina on Facebook about a dozen times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9g8q707CCI/AAAAAAAADCA/xYlLJelZMS4/s1600/DSCF5255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9g8q707CCI/AAAAAAAADCA/xYlLJelZMS4/s640/DSCF5255.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, that about sums it up. I'm sure there are more but these are the ones that outshone the rest enough for me to remember.&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/7226826159172596468-5072201158848544453?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5072201158848544453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5072201158848544453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5072201158848544453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9g8q707CCI/AAAAAAAADCA/xYlLJelZMS4/s72-c/DSCF5255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4479021473989472210</id><published>2010-04-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:22:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, quite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been really gay this past week. I keep giggling&amp;amp;making lame remarks&amp;amp;being gay. I'm excited for Charity Dinner this Friday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, that doesn't sound very gay but it is. The reason why I'm so excited is cause of the people and cause I'm finally gonna be able to wear that pretty dress that's been hanging in my closet for the past century. I was prancing around the house for my mom to get her approval. It's not very often I get to dress up cause for 5 days a week it's SriKL's wonderful orange polo uniform, when I get home it's my 5 year old t-shirts &amp;amp;a pair of oddball shorts and on the weekends I don't really bother enough. Besides, people stare.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: To my loyal readers, I wonder who you are.&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/7226826159172596468-4479021473989472210?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4479021473989472210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/actually-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4479021473989472210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4479021473989472210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/actually-quite.html' title='Actually, quite'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8738420999589084884</id><published>2010-04-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:54:44.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It was movies &amp;amp; popcorn time with Alia this afternoon-evening. My dad just came back from a business trip to China yesterday and brought back a dozen or so DVDs so why not invite Alia over to watch as many movies as we can? We only managed to watch three in that short span of 6 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3p6yp_DI/AAAAAAAADBw/b8zfEvOe2-8/s1600/DSCF5253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3p6yp_DI/AAAAAAAADBw/b8zfEvOe2-8/s640/DSCF5253.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tan lines. &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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;First it was 'Leap Year' which was one of those cliche chick flicks (Olney thought chick flicks meant porn) but either way, it was pretty good. Alia and I kept giggling and pig-squealing all over the sofa throughout the movie. Ugh, Matthew Goode and his 6foot2-ness who could basically tower over us by 12 inches. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, it's his height. How do we know this? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After that it was 'Bounty Hunter' which was also pretty lawl-worthy in a way if you minus the serious bits about murders and the police. If you don't mind me spoiling this for you, the movie really is about bounty hunting. No, not the savage-assassin kind. Jennifer Aniston is this reporter whose ex-husband, Gerard Butler (who also happens to be 6foot2) is trying to send her to jail for skipping out on her trial in court after being arrested for reckless driving. There's a lot more to the story but I wouldn't want to tell you guys the whole movie right here in this post cause A) some of you haven't watched it and B) I'm not in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The last movie we watched was 'Nine'. It was...*deep in thought on how to elaborate*. Some parts took a while to understand and some couldn't even hold our attention long enough that we skipped scenes twice. The songs were nice though. Penelope Cruz is WOW. I wouldn't recommend the movie cause it's not that good but if you like girls then be my guest. Maybe some of you have different opinions on it. Maybe some of you think it's awesome and I don't but feel free to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wonder what we had with our popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3LTp_ntI/AAAAAAAADBQ/z487cbP-r90/s1600/DSCF5233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3LTp_ntI/AAAAAAAADBQ/z487cbP-r90/s640/DSCF5233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3Tn6gCfI/AAAAAAAADBY/LyI6GdrWfGU/s1600/DSCF5235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3Tn6gCfI/AAAAAAAADBY/LyI6GdrWfGU/s640/DSCF5235.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3agL4gfI/AAAAAAAADBg/FiUOmHHYLHQ/s1600/DSCF5236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3agL4gfI/AAAAAAAADBg/FiUOmHHYLHQ/s640/DSCF5236.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3idSSQeI/AAAAAAAADBo/p6yAhBR754Q/s1600/DSCF5238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3idSSQeI/AAAAAAAADBo/p6yAhBR754Q/s640/DSCF5238.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mozzarella cheese, garlic butter, 5 year old Hershey's chocolate syrup &amp;amp; peanut butter. Honestly, the thought of mashing those ingredients together would have left me skeptical too but it tasted REALLY good. Chewy, salty, garlic-y, sweet, sweet &amp;amp; crunchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Alia called me gay cause I kept giggling. I know why :)&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/7226826159172596468-8738420999589084884?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8738420999589084884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8738420999589084884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8738420999589084884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9V3p6yp_DI/AAAAAAAADBw/b8zfEvOe2-8/s72-c/DSCF5253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6206610752147616025</id><published>2010-04-25T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:48:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures say it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O609gVAJI/AAAAAAAADAo/4Zt5mh5PCOk/s1600/25873_420270665878_749780878_5296912_6989122_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O609gVAJI/AAAAAAAADAo/4Zt5mh5PCOk/s640/25873_420270665878_749780878_5296912_6989122_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7Xf8WpII/AAAAAAAADAw/hs7kS8b1RCU/s1600/25873_420270635878_749780878_5296908_6724066_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7Xf8WpII/AAAAAAAADAw/hs7kS8b1RCU/s640/25873_420270635878_749780878_5296908_6724066_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7YTabQYI/AAAAAAAADA4/j34g6YLrIAg/s1600/25873_420270675878_749780878_5296913_7037865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7YTabQYI/AAAAAAAADA4/j34g6YLrIAg/s640/25873_420270675878_749780878_5296913_7037865_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7ahF9o_I/AAAAAAAADBA/zlFCTvpwYTs/s1600/26908_414148689972_592014972_5125221_601202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7ahF9o_I/AAAAAAAADBA/zlFCTvpwYTs/s640/26908_414148689972_592014972_5125221_601202_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7cCRjWLI/AAAAAAAADBI/2avt0mR67M8/s1600/25873_420270685878_749780878_5296915_1206221_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O7cCRjWLI/AAAAAAAADBI/2avt0mR67M8/s640/25873_420270685878_749780878_5296915_1206221_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm still hung up on yesterday.&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/7226826159172596468-6206610752147616025?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6206610752147616025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-say-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6206610752147616025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6206610752147616025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-say-it-all.html' title='The pictures say it all.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9O609gVAJI/AAAAAAAADAo/4Zt5mh5PCOk/s72-c/25873_420270665878_749780878_5296912_6989122_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7547299810433279683</id><published>2010-04-24T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:17:06.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I loved today. I loved every moment out there on that track in front of those hundreds of people. I loved hearing them cheer along and go WOOOOO!!!!&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reached the stadium at the crack of dawn after picking Dan &amp;amp; Basile up. Then straight after that, when everyone else finally arrived it was make up time. I felt pretty :) I got compliments too. I mean, who doesn't like compliments? I had to go through ridiculous amounts of gel, hairspray, pins and standing in front of the foot-long mirror to get all my stray hairs into place. I'm exaggerating but it very well could have been that way. By the end of the day, my hair was as stiff as a...&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We went through the routine over and over trying to squeeze in as much practice as possible before the actual performance. Farah even gave us some Redbull which helped a lot despite my mom denying its godly effects. Redbull tastes like really sweet apple juice. We didn't win but we did get second. Blue should have won. This is not biased. Blue should have won. When they announced that Red were the winners, our jaws dropped. It sucks. It really does. I have no regrets though. We did what we had to do and gave it our all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cheer has been one of the best experiences ever and I can't want to do it all over again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LwnIVrruI/AAAAAAAADAQ/4x8TMn1hsGM/s1600/DSC00081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LwnIVrruI/AAAAAAAADAQ/4x8TMn1hsGM/s640/DSC00081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LuPNHUNzI/AAAAAAAAC_w/sJKOpGg6qKE/s1600/DSC00087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LuPNHUNzI/AAAAAAAAC_w/sJKOpGg6qKE/s640/DSC00087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LuU_Jpf7I/AAAAAAAAC_4/x8JBXWjZRk8/s1600/DSC00089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LuU_Jpf7I/AAAAAAAAC_4/x8JBXWjZRk8/s640/DSC00089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LuaVflagI/AAAAAAAADAA/Jfs39Sve7fA/s1600/DSC00091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LuaVflagI/AAAAAAAADAA/Jfs39Sve7fA/s640/DSC00091.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LugAFFjMI/AAAAAAAADAI/peIf6XVOo5Y/s1600/DSC00093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LugAFFjMI/AAAAAAAADAI/peIf6XVOo5Y/s640/DSC00093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taken with my mom's phone. The camera died on her mid-routine so she only managed to record half the performance. As far as I could see, we did awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Blue House Cheeries 2010 I love you guys :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9L9E6yWJmI/AAAAAAAADAY/ps0TpSLAqh8/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9L9E6yWJmI/AAAAAAAADAY/ps0TpSLAqh8/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9L9MLf5fQI/AAAAAAAADAg/Lmy0ToU8kJs/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9L9MLf5fQI/AAAAAAAADAg/Lmy0ToU8kJs/s640/023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Taken with Alia's camera before riding off into the sunset.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Dan says Shu looks likes a Japanese porn star when she sprints. lawl. &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/7226826159172596468-7547299810433279683?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7547299810433279683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7547299810433279683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7547299810433279683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-regrets.html' title='No regrets'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9LwnIVrruI/AAAAAAAADAQ/4x8TMn1hsGM/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7262885265420995077</id><published>2010-04-23T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:18:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm nervous. I'm shit brickingly nervous. That's normal. Being nervous is completely normal. The only problem is that it's nonsense and I don't want to be nervous. When I'm nervous, I can't sleep and when I can't sleep, I toss and turn all night and when I toss and turn all night, I feel like shit the next morning. I don't want to feel like shit tomorrow morning. I want to feel exuberant and enthusiastic and some other very large word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As much I hate to say, today was our last actual cheer practice. No more staying back after school for 3 hours. No more having to go all the way up to the gym to get mats. No more steps to remember. After tomorrow, it'll be all worth it. Tomorrow we blue house cheeries will go out on that track and dance to what we've been taught, shake what needs to be shaken, toss what needs to be tossed, carry, cartwheel, jump and try to win that medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think I'll be praying to Jesus tonight.&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/7226826159172596468-7262885265420995077?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7262885265420995077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohmygod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7262885265420995077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7262885265420995077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohmygod.html' title='OHMYGOD'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5169506280687902860</id><published>2010-04-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:06:41.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sports Rehearsal today was hectic. I got a nose bleed, my cheeks and nose are rosy from the sun (maybe that's no too bad) and now I'm even more nervous for Sports Day. Out there on the track, my hands and knees were shaking like no one's business. How could I not have been nervous when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2XxhnkHI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ndqUe9f1wFM/s1600/14107_1348205156601_1575494797_30846107_5967149_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2XxhnkHI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ndqUe9f1wFM/s640/14107_1348205156601_1575494797_30846107_5967149_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;THIS many people were watching. &amp;amp; better yet, on the real day there's going to be twice as many people. Yay for me. I just really hope 3 months of hard work will pay off this Saturday.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I found some pictures from Facebook taken by Mr. Roland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A7AaNuDVI/AAAAAAAAC_o/BO5S7jgPhUU/s1600/14107_1348205436608_1575494797_30846111_3075264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A7AaNuDVI/AAAAAAAAC_o/BO5S7jgPhUU/s640/14107_1348205436608_1575494797_30846111_3075264_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2ZJdF2_I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/yusrnBjlf0A/s1600/14107_1348207036648_1575494797_30846136_5904479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2ZJdF2_I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/yusrnBjlf0A/s640/14107_1348207036648_1575494797_30846136_5904479_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See any familiar faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yea, I know. I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; intentionally grab the photo I was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2Z_DIVmI/AAAAAAAAC_g/jdw73n-GbFw/s1600/14107_1348207636663_1575494797_30846145_5525610_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2Z_DIVmI/AAAAAAAAC_g/jdw73n-GbFw/s640/14107_1348207636663_1575494797_30846145_5525610_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This was during the TOW (which apparently stands for Tug of War. I only found out today from Jaryn who googled it.) against Blue &amp;amp; Yellow. Blue lost. On the bright side, Sarah got first for the 3000m run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow it's going to be practice, practice, practice from 8am - 4pm. Hardcore?&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/7226826159172596468-5169506280687902860?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5169506280687902860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheeries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5169506280687902860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5169506280687902860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheeries.html' title='Cheeries'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S9A2XxhnkHI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ndqUe9f1wFM/s72-c/14107_1348205156601_1575494797_30846107_5967149_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8401485296565485654</id><published>2010-04-20T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:52:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll go eat nasi lemak and they won't see us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like the girlygirl stereotype. It seems rather weak. I don't even like walking past those stores with the words 'girl' and 'power' in the same sentence let alone step into them. It's like Barbie had a baby and that baby puked all over the store. Eww. What I meant is that the baby's puke is all glittery and pink and shit cause it's Barbie's baby but nevermind if you didn't get it. That was rubbish anyway. What baby pukes out glitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I like cheer. I like cheer a lot. Before joining cheer, I'd never even try to dance or do anything which involved coordination of the body in public. On the first day of auditions, I was nervous &amp;amp;yes trying to convince myself that I wasn't. Reverse psychology thing. When Farah called my name to step out I was like OMGWTFBBQIGOTINSHITYAY inside. You know, gots to keeps my cools. Well now, I've come out of that little shell of mine - maybe just a little but still, an improvement. Oh God I remember the days when I only wore 3/4 cargo pants and tshirts. Gosh. I rue those days. Most of my little insecurities are moving out bit by bit. You know how teenage girls can be. None of them think they're perfect - even if and when they actually are. I won't go into detail about being perfect cause then I'd have to call upon references to God and how he made us to be perfect the way we are and a whole lot more of inspirational mumbojumbo but I know you get the idea of it.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just reminding everyone though - in case you weren't aware - Sports Day is in 4 days. Be nervous. Be scared. Talk about how nervous and scared you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Lawl. Self Indulgence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S82jYlnGp1I/AAAAAAAAC_I/QT4MJiiL9P0/s1600/tumblr_kzz4fqETdO1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S82jYlnGp1I/AAAAAAAAC_I/QT4MJiiL9P0/s640/tumblr_kzz4fqETdO1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: As for why I changed the title at the top of my blog, it's cause of &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/omgthatssotrue"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; little person on Twitter. Read his/her tweets and you'll get it.&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/7226826159172596468-8401485296565485654?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8401485296565485654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-go-eat-nasi-lemak-and-they-wont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8401485296565485654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8401485296565485654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-go-eat-nasi-lemak-and-they-wont.html' title='We&apos;ll go eat nasi lemak and they won&apos;t see us.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S82jYlnGp1I/AAAAAAAAC_I/QT4MJiiL9P0/s72-c/tumblr_kzz4fqETdO1qzbqvao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8452314615373120527</id><published>2010-04-18T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:25:08.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It's my brother's 17th birthday today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nicholas Khoo Kit Choong.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My God I remember back when we used to live in Cheras (I was 9, he was 11) &amp;amp;I used to scream my face off at him and hit him each time we had one of those stupid sibling squabbles. I was a very crazy mofo violent sister. I'm not even exaggerating. You could here me screaming from downstairs in the car park (we lived in an apartment on the second floor.) Then I'd cry and wait for my mom to get home and tattle on him and be a bitch &amp;amp;one time I even got so mad (get ready to lawl.) that I threw all his clothes out of his closet. I had to pick everything up, fold it and put them back after my mom came home of course then I got a shelling. The weird thing is that he never did anything that horrible to me. He is a good boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As we grew older, the fights lessened and we started having more conversations without getting pissed at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S8qzH98flPI/AAAAAAAAC-o/tF7GZ7WbzZE/s1600/309+Hot+Breath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S8qzH98flPI/AAAAAAAAC-o/tF7GZ7WbzZE/s640/309+Hot+Breath.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, soon he'll be getting his license so I'll be asking him to drive me around more often. I hope. He's actually a pretty OK kind of guy. He likes girls. He makes jokes.&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/7226826159172596468-8452314615373120527?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8452314615373120527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-my-brothers-17th-birthday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8452314615373120527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8452314615373120527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-my-brothers-17th-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S8qzH98flPI/AAAAAAAAC-o/tF7GZ7WbzZE/s72-c/309+Hot+Breath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4008254572092123397</id><published>2010-04-17T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:32:47.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris makes snowmen out of rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have spent the past couple of hours google-ing, wiki-ing, urban dictionary-ing everything and anything to do with Chuck Norris. Had one of those LOLWTF moments with my brother earlier after reading some of the epic jokes about him like how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when Chuck Norris does a push up, he isn’t lifting himself up, he’s pushing the Earth down and that bullets dodge Chuck Norris. I wish I were as awesome as Chuck Norris then I'd be able to SWIM THROUGH LAND and KILL TWO STONES WITH ONE BIRD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Chuck Norris doesn't break up with his girlfriends... He punches them in the vagina and they leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Chuck Norris had sex with a cigarette machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Chuck Norris once ate an entire watermelon, including the seeds, then grew an entire watermelon patch in his stomach which fed eleven families for six weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In ancient China there is a legend that one day a child will be born from a dragon and vanquish evil from the land. That man is not Chuck Norris, because Chuck killed that man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you were to know Chuck Norris' true name, your mind would collapse upon itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's easy to piss on the ground. Chuck Norris shits on the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Upon reading a fictitious story in his local tabloid, Chuck Norris ripped out the heart of its writer and used his blood to fertilize his lawn. To celebrate, Norris let Steven Seagal out of his cage and beat him mercilessly. Mr. T, who was also present, pitied the shit out of Segal. Norris then fucked your wife, and lit her body on fire using pure grain alcohol and bolts of lightning from his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Chuck Norris occasionally has Missing In Action flashbacks where he's escaping a Vietnam Prison and randomly starts killing Asians with his bare fist because thats the way Chuck rolls. You'll know when it's coming because Asians start flying through the air with random explosions, horrible subtitles will scroll your line of vision, and Chuck will run and hide in your mom's garden, finally stealing your Kia Sportage screaming, "Get in the Chopper" and lines like, "I'm Proud to be a Fucking American" after kicking your little sister in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't know who Chuck Norris is? Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't find any of this even remotely shit-brickingly hilarious? Sham on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't think this makes any sense? True. Shame on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/7226826159172596468-4008254572092123397?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4008254572092123397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/chuck-norris-makes-snowmen-out-of-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4008254572092123397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4008254572092123397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/chuck-norris-makes-snowmen-out-of-rain.html' title='Chuck Norris makes snowmen out of rain.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1583015504727329417</id><published>2010-04-16T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:36:41.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to buy: batteries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry. I think I've been neglecting my blogger duties. I owe you guys an update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S8h52-mn8jI/AAAAAAAAC-c/BtvoNkXjM4Y/s1600/IMG_0278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S8h52-mn8jI/AAAAAAAAC-c/BtvoNkXjM4Y/s640/IMG_0278.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today, after a week of procrastination and 4 hours of sitting in a stuffy living room with the fan switched off out of irritation because the bloody papers just kept flying away cause gravity hates me (leading into another PMS fit) I have finally finished making my pair of pom poms. I've never realized how difficult it is to make them - maybe cause I never needed to.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, hello. I can't entirely remember what I did the past week. It's all fuzzy. Everything just revolved around cheer? I'm going to assume that giving you the juicy details of the past 7 days will bore you as an excuse for not having the brain power at this time of day (ie: 11.32pm) to elaborate on it. If I had the drive to remember to post something everyday then I'd have more to say other than "ohsorrycan'tremembertoobad".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's Olney's 19th birthday tomorrow. Tomorrow I will have known him for exactly one year. That's the exact same date Jelly introduced us (via internet duh.) Stupid boy. I am not going to wish him. Just thought since he's a friend of mine that you should know if you know me therefore you should know of my friends' days of birth and so on. Like if they got medals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of medals, my little Sheryl (meaning Shu Lynn) placed 12th for Cross-Country and got a medal for it. Clever girl. I hope she and Piong (Shun Zhe) get married or something then they'll have little &lt;i&gt;piong&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;shu&lt;/i&gt; babies and I can babysit their babies while they go out on dates like how newlyweds do. They better pay me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: I'm 30, I'm 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really really 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm 50, I'm 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really really 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm 80, I'm 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't want to be 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aliaputri, you better read this or I'm going to seem like a douche when no one that reads this understands it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: Damn you pre-menstrual syndrome. I craved for McDonald's breakfast burgers last week and now it's Famous Amos cookies.&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/7226826159172596468-1583015504727329417?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1583015504727329417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-to-buy-batteries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1583015504727329417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1583015504727329417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-to-buy-batteries.html' title='Things to buy: batteries.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S8h52-mn8jI/AAAAAAAAC-c/BtvoNkXjM4Y/s72-c/IMG_0278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4694532496512642419</id><published>2010-04-10T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:03:36.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm guessing that everyone and anyone from SriKL who has a blog will be blogging about the cross-country run today. They'll either be bitching about it, thanking their Gods about how they managed to finish/qualify, thanking their friends for cheering them on, congratulating everyone else from &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; or chanting words of enthusiasm. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I qualified btw. I don't know what my timing was but I contributed 2 points to Blue today :D That rids me of my nerves for now. Until Sports Day of course. When I get in front of that ridiculous crowd of people and cheer my face off. I'll probably be shitting bricks in a corner pretending to be calm while everyone else is psyching themselves up and having a last minute run-through of the routine. Then after we're done I'll be giving myself face-palms, hugging people, shaking, sweating, the list goes on. That's what I'm hoping. Sports Day is literally two weeks away. Soon I'll be mentioning "it's sports day tomorrow!" then someone will go &lt;i&gt;ohemgee&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;wtf&lt;/i&gt;. "Are you nervous?" "TCHYEAH!" "Good luck!" "You too (not. mwahaha. I'm taking you down! DOWN TOWN!)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mmhmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: my dog's eye is infected. &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/7226826159172596468-4694532496512642419?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4694532496512642419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/75.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4694532496512642419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4694532496512642419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/75.html' title='75'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-558747372767152466</id><published>2010-04-08T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:33:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever had those moments where you just &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; awesome - even if you aren't - cause I'm feeling awesome right now. I'm feeling so awesome that tomorrow, I will punch Jelly in the arm. It's sad though cause I'm alone. My mom is watching tv and my brother is idon'tknow so I'm just sitting here with my syok sendiri-ness aura circulating around me.&amp;nbsp;&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I finally ticked off something from my list of to-dos. Yesterday, I created a Facebook account for my DOG. Fuzzy. Nothing to do? Add him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/profile.php?ref=profile&amp;amp;id=100000974902842"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S73Kg6lf2LI/AAAAAAAAC-U/lPfKfId7ldQ/s1600/IMG_0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S73Kg6lf2LI/AAAAAAAAC-U/lPfKfId7ldQ/s640/IMG_0225.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey, it's not lifeless (maybe a little.) but if you must know he's already gotten 16 friends in less than 24 hours.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Urban Dictionary anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Rawr&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A word that means "I Love You" in dinosaur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rawr"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rawr"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-asteroid comes and kills them all-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dog: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Not a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Masturbatone: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; The muscle tone one gets from masturbating frequently and rigorously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Hey, have you seen Gary? Did he start going to the gym over summer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you kidding? That's just masturbatone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, he must have masturbated a lot these past few months!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a really awkward conversation for two people to have about another"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; 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/7226826159172596468-558747372767152466?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/558747372767152466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/lawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/558747372767152466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/558747372767152466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/lawl.html' title='Lawl.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S73Kg6lf2LI/AAAAAAAAC-U/lPfKfId7ldQ/s72-c/IMG_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7987847499568154768</id><published>2010-04-07T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:56:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-country trial run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hate exercise. I hate moving. I hate the sun. I hate having to squint in the sun. I hate kilometers. I hate it when you've just started enjoying the bus ride and it's time to get off. I hate slow walkers. I hate that ache in your side when you do vigorous movements. I hate sweating. I hate the smell after sweating. I hate the smell of other people after sweating. I hate the dry feeling in my mouth when I need water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Those are all things I shouldn't be saying. I'm saying them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Walked the entire route in an hour+ with Shaza, Dan &amp;amp; a little bit of Alia. Still died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xe1OUZhXI/AAAAAAAAC-M/_-ZhDhOGEww/s1600/26978_384493579482_670844482_3601584_7086754_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xe1OUZhXI/AAAAAAAAC-M/_-ZhDhOGEww/s640/26978_384493579482_670844482_3601584_7086754_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xezqSCTyI/AAAAAAAAC-E/FCumr_4ZuUU/s1600/26978_384493104482_670844482_3601548_21563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xezqSCTyI/AAAAAAAAC-E/FCumr_4ZuUU/s640/26978_384493104482_670844482_3601548_21563_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xeymrQLUI/AAAAAAAAC98/1sPCy9hYR9A/s1600/26978_384491409482_670844482_3601515_1370112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xeymrQLUI/AAAAAAAAC98/1sPCy9hYR9A/s640/26978_384491409482_670844482_3601515_1370112_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Taken after school with Shaza's iPhone. Lawl a fivesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Doing stuff that other people tell you to do - like bringing alcohol to school - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;just cause you think it's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;? Not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a) you could get expelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;b) you'll be in deep shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;c) really, really stupid. &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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: I can't exactly remember what Ashwin said (unless I suddenly grow a second brain or if I had a radioactive spider bite me even though there's a huge change that that won't be happening) but it went something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"You girls, from now on I want all of you to wear turtlenecks and long baggy pants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PPPS: "Jaryn, I smell fart. Did you fart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"[smiles and laughs] yes."&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/7226826159172596468-7987847499568154768?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7987847499568154768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/x-country-trial-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7987847499568154768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7987847499568154768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/x-country-trial-run.html' title='X-country trial run'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7xe1OUZhXI/AAAAAAAAC-M/_-ZhDhOGEww/s72-c/26978_384493579482_670844482_3601584_7086754_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5719804072896052822</id><published>2010-04-02T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:34:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my class. (Trina) Gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtMn409cI/AAAAAAAAC88/5LXCFtzBRGg/s1600/24528_403515056453_635931453_5039909_1876041_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtMn409cI/AAAAAAAAC88/5LXCFtzBRGg/s640/24528_403515056453_635931453_5039909_1876041_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtN_MlXdI/AAAAAAAAC9E/opmyO3CYp8k/s1600/24528_403515096453_635931453_5039916_446317_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtN_MlXdI/AAAAAAAAC9E/opmyO3CYp8k/s640/24528_403515096453_635931453_5039916_446317_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtPO-AXPI/AAAAAAAAC9M/lDVvQbpHypI/s1600/24528_403515146453_635931453_5039926_7835557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtPO-AXPI/AAAAAAAAC9M/lDVvQbpHypI/s640/24528_403515146453_635931453_5039926_7835557_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtQVHmIlI/AAAAAAAAC9U/oRIQBh5k6Ew/s1600/24528_403515171453_635931453_5039931_2060885_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtQVHmIlI/AAAAAAAAC9U/oRIQBh5k6Ew/s640/24528_403515171453_635931453_5039931_2060885_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtSD0rmjI/AAAAAAAAC9c/QM3o_qdm9Yo/s1600/24528_403515176453_635931453_5039932_2252680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtSD0rmjI/AAAAAAAAC9c/QM3o_qdm9Yo/s640/24528_403515176453_635931453_5039932_2252680_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtUUGFFpI/AAAAAAAAC9k/-5F7ecSpJtQ/s1600/24528_403515196453_635931453_5039936_4989479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtUUGFFpI/AAAAAAAAC9k/-5F7ecSpJtQ/s640/24528_403515196453_635931453_5039936_4989479_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtVzYqg_I/AAAAAAAAC9s/bHZB1VVvESk/s1600/24528_403515216453_635931453_5039939_7641720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtVzYqg_I/AAAAAAAAC9s/bHZB1VVvESk/s640/24528_403515216453_635931453_5039939_7641720_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtWo1JLNI/AAAAAAAAC90/Y0kECy6bj4w/s1600/24528_403515236453_635931453_5039943_6546664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtWo1JLNI/AAAAAAAAC90/Y0kECy6bj4w/s640/24528_403515236453_635931453_5039943_6546664_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They're all a bunch of noobies but in a really, really, stupidly good way. Taken last week at the computer lab with the super-new super-laggy Macs.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I went to pay my respects to my grandfather (mom's side) and great grandmother at the columbarium (yes, I've finally found out what that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;place-where-they-keep-the-urns-filled-with-ashes is called thanks to Wiki &amp;amp; Google.) for QingMing. It's a creepy place. Dust, dim-lit passages, lighted josssticks (however you spell that. I've never been very good spelling-wise.) food in plastic containers and humans were everywhere. We saw a mini urn with a picture of a cat on it though. That was awesome. Maybe I'll cremate my dog when he moves on.&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/7226826159172596468-5719804072896052822?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5719804072896052822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-class-trina-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5719804072896052822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5719804072896052822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-class-trina-gosh.html' title='I love my class. (Trina) Gosh.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7XtMn409cI/AAAAAAAAC88/5LXCFtzBRGg/s72-c/24528_403515056453_635931453_5039909_1876041_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2717311073233206611</id><published>2010-03-31T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:01:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7MfUKNPrII/AAAAAAAAC8c/7UcMRjZUsXU/s1600/IMG_0268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7MfUKNPrII/AAAAAAAAC8c/7UcMRjZUsXU/s640/IMG_0268.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My brother got this for me from Disneyland in Tokyo three years ago. They're paperclips.&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/7226826159172596468-2717311073233206611?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2717311073233206611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/yup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2717311073233206611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2717311073233206611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/yup.html' title='Yup.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7MfUKNPrII/AAAAAAAAC8c/7UcMRjZUsXU/s72-c/IMG_0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2215861678704487998</id><published>2010-03-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:33:24.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1962</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's my mom's birthday. This morning I completely forgot to wish her (cause you know, people don't think straight early in the morning). I only realized it when I was in school writing down the date in my Maths book which was after she woke me up, had a tiny chat with her at the computer table and walked Nick &amp;amp; I to school. Gosh, I'm a douche-bag daughter. So I'm yelling "CRAP!" to Eugene telling him it's my mom's birthday and how I forgot. I got the class to sign a card that I &lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; Jerry draw for me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpiD04ROI/AAAAAAAAC78/vTQGfMSZVyo/s1600/IMG_0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpiD04ROI/AAAAAAAAC78/vTQGfMSZVyo/s640/IMG_0261.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpnBd4fUI/AAAAAAAAC8E/d6A2Z_zrkBw/s1600/IMG_0262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpnBd4fUI/AAAAAAAAC8E/d6A2Z_zrkBw/s640/IMG_0262.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpsEx-fUI/AAAAAAAAC8M/y4oIYaZqOH0/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpsEx-fUI/AAAAAAAAC8M/y4oIYaZqOH0/s640/IMG_0263.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Jerry is a cheese ball friend. He drew my mom and Fuzzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eugene drew John &amp;amp; Jaryn.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey 3 Gamma, my mom says thanks. She liked the card :)&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/7226826159172596468-2215861678704487998?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2215861678704487998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/1962.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2215861678704487998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2215861678704487998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/1962.html' title='1962'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S7CpiD04ROI/AAAAAAAAC78/vTQGfMSZVyo/s72-c/IMG_0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5650662246886666325</id><published>2010-03-28T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:36:54.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheryl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Celebrated Shu Lynn's birthday yesterday with Alia, Hariz, Piong and Teng Han. Right after everyone finished their Saturday morning usuals (i.e. cheer, volleyball) we walked to Rakuzen (where we carelessly freeloaded off Shu Lynn who was generous enough to buy everyone lunch.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68DdttGufI/AAAAAAAAC7M/-3FVhnYMz1I/s1600/IMG_0237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68DdttGufI/AAAAAAAAC7M/-3FVhnYMz1I/s640/IMG_0237.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68D3emsZiI/AAAAAAAAC7U/ctJWUwQWIq8/s1600/IMG_0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68D3emsZiI/AAAAAAAAC7U/ctJWUwQWIq8/s640/IMG_0243.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Teng Han looking through my report card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68EECofqbI/AAAAAAAAC7k/jrPemn2zWGw/s1600/IMG_0255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68EECofqbI/AAAAAAAAC7k/jrPemn2zWGw/s640/IMG_0255.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68EZO75tnI/AAAAAAAAC7s/RgfYmLw5fY8/s1600/walrus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68EZO75tnI/AAAAAAAAC7s/RgfYmLw5fY8/s640/walrus.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I'm a walrus." - Aliaputri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So here's to you my little &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*inside joke*&lt;/span&gt;. Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68Ge5uCQII/AAAAAAAAC70/RMJvyxO35P0/s1600/shulynn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68Ge5uCQII/AAAAAAAAC70/RMJvyxO35P0/s640/shulynn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taken at her house one fine day last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7226826159172596468-5650662246886666325?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5650662246886666325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/sheryl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5650662246886666325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5650662246886666325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/sheryl.html' title='Sheryl'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S68DdttGufI/AAAAAAAAC7M/-3FVhnYMz1I/s72-c/IMG_0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5284629628028278005</id><published>2010-03-26T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:14:16.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop breathing my oxygen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I skipped school and attended my granddad's funeral. He was dressed up in his favorite brown suit. His coffin was white with a big silver-colored cross on the cover and 85% of his blood was drained and replaced with an embalming fluid. For the past 3 days his body has been lying in a box with his hands laced together. He was cremated after a short mass at St. Ignatius Xavier's church this morning. We lay white roses in his coffin before the cremation. I saw them push the coffin into the giant oven. The guy that operated it left a small gap to let us see the fire hit the bottom of the coffin. After about 30 seconds, he closed the gap and that was the end. Everyone walked next door to the place-where-they-keep-the-urns-filled-with-ashes (correct me if I'm wrong) to reserve a spot for my grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;R.I.P. Louis Khoo Kok Leong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: R.I.P. Jaryn's grandmother.&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/7226826159172596468-5284629628028278005?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5284629628028278005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-breathing-my-oxygen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5284629628028278005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5284629628028278005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-breathing-my-oxygen.html' title='Stop breathing my oxygen.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8948129405741776218</id><published>2010-03-23T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:36:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandfather just passed away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-8948129405741776218?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8948129405741776218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-grandfather-just-passed-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8948129405741776218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8948129405741776218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-grandfather-just-passed-away.html' title='My grandfather just passed away.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-9149248676801702773</id><published>2010-03-21T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:02:40.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S6YT5HqJu-I/AAAAAAAAC68/bAD9gSAVVBw/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S6YT5HqJu-I/AAAAAAAAC68/bAD9gSAVVBw/s640/IMG_0225.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I met an 88 year old man with Alzheimer's at the nursing home today. His family - specifically his niece - was showing him pictures on the computer of his family, friends and his late wife. He couldn't remember any of them. Not even his wife. He kept calling his niece fat but one of the nurses at the home interrupted him saying, "She's not fat. She's SEXYY!" Then everyone laughed - including me. I was eavesdropping unintentionally. How could I resist when they were only 3 feet away?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"These are your wedding photos. See, that's you and Ah Ma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That's not me. That's somebody else. I'm not married."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: We call my granddad's roommate Uncle Ooi. I have mentioned about him before. Today, he put on his Bata running shoes, held on to the table in front of him and starting walking on the spot for some exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7226826159172596468-9149248676801702773?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/9149248676801702773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/9149248676801702773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/9149248676801702773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-morning.html' title='This morning.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S6YT5HqJu-I/AAAAAAAAC68/bAD9gSAVVBw/s72-c/IMG_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-882720801747704770</id><published>2010-03-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:40:50.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You stupid reptile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went out to Sunway for lunch and a movie with Nick, (he came back from Singapore for the holidays.) Jie Yao, Jeng Jie, Ieuan, Timothy, Xiao Lin, Riena, John, Jerry and Wei Lym this morning, afternoon and evening. I've been walking around the mall for 6 hours. My legs are tired and I'm tired. After yelling at each other on what movie to watch - How to Train your Dragon - spent god-knows-how-long in the arcade getting our tokens eaten by crappy machines, yelling "DIEDIEDIE" at the zombies on the screen and continuously asking each other "Where's everyone?" cause the boys just kept walking off on their own. When we finally sit down to get something to eat at Pasta Zanmai, we wait for thousands of years for them to cook a pizza after asking for it 3 times with them reassuring us that it was "on the way" even though the waiter said the same thing half an hour before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then I had to persuade Nick not to waste his money on a pair of RM80 plain, white canvas shoes after spending over a hundred bucks on a black hoodie from Topman. In the movie theater, we're 5 minutes late and the movie had already started. We make a hell load of noise and actually burst out laughing when Ieuan mentions - rather loudly "Oh no! I'm tumbling down the stairs!" even though he clearly wasn't. Anson - whom I was blessed to be able to sit next to - pisses off the lady in front of him cause his long legs kept pushing against her seat. After the movie, that same lady starts telling Nick off - with everyone thinking to themselves "wrongpersonwrongperson" but were just too chicken to tell her. Later, we walk around aimlessly for another hour until Dan &amp;amp; Alia show up from their hardcore 9am-3pm tuition. Everyone else goes home so the three of us - meaning Dan, Alia &amp;amp; I - take Jerry with us to sit on the man benches outside the stores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;while we tried on clothes inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- man benches meaning the benches outside stores where the men sit usually with the shopping bags while their girlfriend/wife was inside shopping. We felt bad so decided to let him choose the next destination - Tutti Frutti frozen yogurt. I couldn't stay though. My mom was already waiting outside in her car at the main entrance so I left, had dinner, took a shower &amp;amp; blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There you go. I just enlightened you on my entire day in one paragraph :)&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/7226826159172596468-882720801747704770?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/882720801747704770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-stupid-reptile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/882720801747704770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/882720801747704770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-stupid-reptile.html' title='You stupid reptile.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4257993894647206288</id><published>2010-03-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:13:58.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Valley is so much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My granddad was admitted to the hospital again today. So, what did I do while I was home alone? &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/oliviakhoo"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/oliviakhoo"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://oliviakhoo.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, TV and junk food. Today was not one of those triumphant days to be proud of. I did manage to catch some peanuts a few times in a row in my mouth though. I turned the music on loud enough to not hear anything else but soft enough to not be heard from outside. I stoned. I sat. I laid eggs. I made an omelet from those eggs. I blocked Olney on msn after arguing with him over cereal bars - with which he refused to agree that crunchy cereal bars were better than the chewy kind. I took a nap on the floor with my dog snuggled up against my armpit. I clipped my toenails. I read &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt;. I read &lt;a href="http://fmylife.com/"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;. I ate a cereal bar &amp;amp; leftover porridge for lunch. I ate microwaved fishballs and a chocolate bar for dinner. I had green grapes for dessert.&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/7226826159172596468-4257993894647206288?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4257993894647206288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/nature-valley-is-so-much-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4257993894647206288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4257993894647206288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/nature-valley-is-so-much-better.html' title='Nature Valley is so much better.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7286536592250217203</id><published>2010-03-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:14:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog loves treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59nU0XOxEI/AAAAAAAAC60/ma57eLjTV18/s1600-h/IMG_0208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59nU0XOxEI/AAAAAAAAC60/ma57eLjTV18/s640/IMG_0208.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59mTRXlJJI/AAAAAAAAC6k/mcfg7B0Zc7c/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59mTRXlJJI/AAAAAAAAC6k/mcfg7B0Zc7c/s640/IMG_0212.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59mxot5w4I/AAAAAAAAC6s/aH6k8UVVDe0/s1600-h/IMG_0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59mxot5w4I/AAAAAAAAC6s/aH6k8UVVDe0/s640/IMG_0213.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today was a good day. I stayed home and watched movies all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: I recommend you watch 'Alice in Wonderland'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PPS: Also, go watch 'A lot like love'. Ashton Kutcher is in it. He's ridiculously cute :)&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/7226826159172596468-7286536592250217203?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7286536592250217203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dog-loves-treats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7286536592250217203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7286536592250217203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dog-loves-treats.html' title='My dog loves treats'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S59nU0XOxEI/AAAAAAAAC60/ma57eLjTV18/s72-c/IMG_0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2596922194539923462</id><published>2010-03-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:00:18.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're such a nipple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5zlia-xbcI/AAAAAAAAC6M/oQt30tqSG6c/s1600-h/IMG_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5zlia-xbcI/AAAAAAAAC6M/oQt30tqSG6c/s640/IMG_0226.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Twisted my hair into a bun.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went out to Sunway with Sheena, Alia &amp;amp; Danielle after cheer practice for some window shopping and a movie. Ditched the movie literally 10 minutes before it started cause we got lazy to sit in a dark cinema for 2 hours. I'm sure we're not the only ones but Topshop depressed Alia and I. They have the prettiest clothes at the ugliest prices. Sometimes I just wish Malaysian currency were higher. The rest of the day revolved around trying on expensive clothes, pissing off the salesgirls at Forever21, skipping &amp;amp; laughing while eating ridiculously spicy Thai food. Note to self: never laugh while swallowing tom yam soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5zruCLbhoI/AAAAAAAAC6c/og-bi5iU_Vk/s1600-h/123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5zruCLbhoI/AAAAAAAAC6c/og-bi5iU_Vk/s640/123.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;PS: It was one of those good days.&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/7226826159172596468-2596922194539923462?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2596922194539923462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-such-nipple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2596922194539923462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2596922194539923462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-such-nipple.html' title='You&apos;re such a nipple.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5zlia-xbcI/AAAAAAAAC6M/oQt30tqSG6c/s72-c/IMG_0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6759043446665217444</id><published>2010-03-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:46:16.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mr. Nathan retired today.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Good morning school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you given your attendance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, get ready to learn a word a day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;in the mornings.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've never directly associated myself with Mr. Nathan before - except the occasional white lies to excuse myself from PE. He was the school's disciplinary head, cricket coach &amp;amp; the fear of every student. I never even knew he was 75 until today. They had a special assembly for him in the great hall. Throughout the speeches, Grace &amp;amp; I were talking about how Mr. Nathan was a vampire. For every person that was mentioned, we'd say how Mr. Nathan sucked their blood and killed them. It was just a joke. Chill. I still respect the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After assembly, everyone lined up along the car park and bulldozed after his car making sure to block his way. It was retarded. 1000 students were running around the car park waving, shaking hands &amp;amp; hugging Mr. Nathan. People were taking pictures with their awesome cameras like paparazzo chasing after a celebrity. People were showering their love over him. I think people will actually miss Mr. Nathan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5o2kJpjQSI/AAAAAAAAC6E/oI_f26qOYzU/s1600-h/DSCF4753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5o2kJpjQSI/AAAAAAAAC6E/oI_f26qOYzU/s640/DSCF4753.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fortune cookies can be very flattering sometimes&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/7226826159172596468-6759043446665217444?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6759043446665217444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/retirement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6759043446665217444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6759043446665217444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5o2kJpjQSI/AAAAAAAAC6E/oI_f26qOYzU/s72-c/DSCF4753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8827675984099014031</id><published>2010-03-11T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:26:26.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit by a bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I keep forgetting to blog. Yes, I forgot. The same excuse you give your teacher when you don't do your homework and you tell them you just &lt;i&gt;forgot&lt;/i&gt; to bring it. I've just been really busy. Busy enough to not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;care about the internet. This week it's been full of stressing over exam scores - cause I know I could have done better, finishing last minute homework to get last minute coursework marks, getting started with my Sejarah project &amp;amp; Lake Run! Blue had their lake run on Wednesday and I qualified! According to Dan, I looked like shit after I finished the run. My face was screwed up from a) not being able to breathe and b) having my legs wobble like Bambi trying to find a shady spot to sit down. Halfway through, there was this little moron in my head yelling "SO. TIRED. STOP." I never want to be a marathon runner ever even though it did feel quite nice qualifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I literally ran out of Chinese class with Sheena like a lunatic. Mr. Alex turned his back for 5 seconds and we made a dash for the door jumping over a few chairs and ran past the entire stretch of classrooms to the stairs. The first time we tried, he caught us. Then the bell for junior lunch rang and we started jumping up and down going "Bell bell bell!" but he &lt;i&gt;potong&lt;/i&gt; the moment by saying "sorry it's not time yet." After that, we managed to escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: I'm going for the Charity Dinner. Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7226826159172596468-8827675984099014031?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8827675984099014031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/hit-by-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8827675984099014031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8827675984099014031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/hit-by-bus.html' title='Hit by a bus'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1893863611203077833</id><published>2010-03-07T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:15:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5NNI5LkbaI/AAAAAAAAC5s/x8wSxK0J94w/s1600-h/icecream%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5NNI5LkbaI/AAAAAAAAC5s/x8wSxK0J94w/s640/icecream%21.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5NNLFwPX7I/AAAAAAAAC50/zYORqpzQPTI/s1600-h/icecream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5NNLFwPX7I/AAAAAAAAC50/zYORqpzQPTI/s640/icecream.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I finally watched Forrest Gump on HBO last night. By the end of the movie, I was sobbing so much it was like a waterfall sprouted from my face. Tom Hanks is the shit. He's eating ice cream in the pictures cause he got shot in the &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I quote &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"but-tocks." while in Vietnam for the army. Definitely the best movie I've ever watched.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The part that turned my eyes literally into a running tap was when he was standing over his wife's grave after she passed from an illness saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It was late when the movie ended &amp;amp; I didn't have time to calm myself down so I went straight to bed. This morning, I woke up with puffy eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That's what all these cripples down at the VA talk about: Jesus this and Jesus that, have I found Jesus yet? They even had a priest come and talk to me. He said God is listening and if I found Jesus, I'd get to walk beside him in the kingdom of Heaven. Did you hear what I said? WALK beside him in the kingdom of Heaven! Well kiss my crippled ass. God is listening? What a crock of shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lieutenant Dan &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/7226826159172596468-1893863611203077833?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1893863611203077833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finally-watched-forrest-gump-on-hbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1893863611203077833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1893863611203077833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finally-watched-forrest-gump-on-hbo.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5NNI5LkbaI/AAAAAAAAC5s/x8wSxK0J94w/s72-c/icecream%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2889986800871369505</id><published>2010-03-05T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:31:59.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hi everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How was your week? Mine was filled with exams, last minute cramming, playing &lt;i&gt;chi-ku-pak&lt;/i&gt; 15 minutes before the Sejarah paper, giving each other &lt;i&gt;wtf&lt;/i&gt; looks when we didn't know the answer, falling asleep in class, weird dreams &amp;amp; high-fives with Leon.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's strange. Every day for the past 6 days I've been having odd dreams. On Wednesday night, I had a dream (lol. Susan Boyle.) that I was Harry Potter. Hogwarts looked exactly like my room and Ron was there too. Hermione's underwear was in my stack of clothes and when I returned it to her, her roommate stepped on a grasshopper &amp;amp; a professor named Mr. Grasshopper died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday, it was about stalking Ciara on a bus. Then the whole scene switched to this white room with two arched doorways. Olney was there and he was pissed cause somebody was touching my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, my dream was about me waking up late for cheer practice. Grace was there. I was trying to find a pair of pants to wear but couldn't. Then I cried just cause I couldn't find a pair of pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I can't remember any of the other dreams but I'm guessing all this went on cause of stress? Exams finally ended today so I'm hoping the weirdness ends too. Cheer practice went on as usual after school. It's been more than a week since the last practice &amp;amp; I've been growing back my potato-bone each day that passed by without any exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: This post sounds like a factual essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5EHJLKol4I/AAAAAAAAC5k/5Xm_FSXQoYs/s1600-h/DSCN0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5EHJLKol4I/AAAAAAAAC5k/5Xm_FSXQoYs/s640/DSCN0011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Brisbane 2004. LOL.&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/7226826159172596468-2889986800871369505?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2889986800871369505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-everyone-how-was-your-week-mine-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2889986800871369505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2889986800871369505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-everyone-how-was-your-week-mine-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S5EHJLKol4I/AAAAAAAAC5k/5Xm_FSXQoYs/s72-c/DSCN0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1929797312723524329</id><published>2010-02-27T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:01:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel mellow today. Woke up this morning with my stomach cursing at me cause I didn't get to eat much yesterday. There were too many distractions. I had an open house which I forgot to mention before. Sheena &amp;amp; Alia came and so did Teng Han, Shun Zhe &amp;amp; Xia Ian (they just finished volleyball practice in school so thought of coming over to get some free food.) It turned out disastrous cause not only did all three of the boys' faces turn into tomatoes from the drinks, but Shun Zhe &amp;amp; Xia Ian couldn't even walk straight. Piong even slammed straight into the bathroom door pulling down the poster on it with him. It was his first time getting tipsy - in a girl's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iglNYerOI/AAAAAAAAC3M/MLPYh_l9GEg/s1600-h/DSCF4781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iglNYerOI/AAAAAAAAC3M/MLPYh_l9GEg/s640/DSCF4781.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Group shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iguDqIYJI/AAAAAAAAC3U/M3184iJ5SJo/s1600-h/DSCF4782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iguDqIYJI/AAAAAAAAC3U/M3184iJ5SJo/s640/DSCF4782.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Walking the Tengy &amp;amp; Xia Ian back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ig1TOXFgI/AAAAAAAAC3c/nurrIi7LmmY/s1600-h/DSCF4783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ig1TOXFgI/AAAAAAAAC3c/nurrIi7LmmY/s640/DSCF4783.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, manwhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihMqzg53I/AAAAAAAAC3k/wbFy7HtP38Q/s1600-h/DSCF4784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihMqzg53I/AAAAAAAAC3k/wbFy7HtP38Q/s640/DSCF4784.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihVQj-OLI/AAAAAAAAC3s/TNFjLR8yTCc/s1600-h/DSCF4785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihVQj-OLI/AAAAAAAAC3s/TNFjLR8yTCc/s640/DSCF4785.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Piong almost got hit by a car, almost fell into a longkang &amp;amp; almost fell into the school's swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihcyNA4EI/AAAAAAAAC30/mNU4-Ut8j5g/s1600-h/DSCF4788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihcyNA4EI/AAAAAAAAC30/mNU4-Ut8j5g/s640/DSCF4788.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihjfFmeMI/AAAAAAAAC38/0AgA9VlHb60/s1600-h/DSCF4790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihjfFmeMI/AAAAAAAAC38/0AgA9VlHb60/s640/DSCF4790.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihsMdZHaI/AAAAAAAAC4E/q1g3h8Q0bFw/s1600-h/DSCF4792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ihsMdZHaI/AAAAAAAAC4E/q1g3h8Q0bFw/s640/DSCF4792.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ih1jM4uXI/AAAAAAAAC4M/ZnNH8WX1o64/s1600-h/DSCF4794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ih1jM4uXI/AAAAAAAAC4M/ZnNH8WX1o64/s640/DSCF4794.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cat shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ih_CJ5UBI/AAAAAAAAC4U/vCsY8KaAqLg/s1600-h/DSCF4796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ih_CJ5UBI/AAAAAAAAC4U/vCsY8KaAqLg/s640/DSCF4796.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iiKyrChiI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lMzE2VCmdhI/s1600-h/DSCF4801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iiKyrChiI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lMzE2VCmdhI/s640/DSCF4801.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then we messed with the achii's(?) rubber boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iiUJkmOfI/AAAAAAAAC4k/-zv9uuaAxpY/s1600-h/DSCF4802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iiUJkmOfI/AAAAAAAAC4k/-zv9uuaAxpY/s640/DSCF4802.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iicGB4e3I/AAAAAAAAC4s/2IUg5rht8PI/s1600-h/DSCF4803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iicGB4e3I/AAAAAAAAC4s/2IUg5rht8PI/s640/DSCF4803.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iij44BKLI/AAAAAAAAC40/-CCIbfHwFwo/s1600-h/DSCF4807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iij44BKLI/AAAAAAAAC40/-CCIbfHwFwo/s640/DSCF4807.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iis3m6x0I/AAAAAAAAC48/pxyTOoLik4Q/s1600-h/DSCF4809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iis3m6x0I/AAAAAAAAC48/pxyTOoLik4Q/s640/DSCF4809.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ii1tZvQbI/AAAAAAAAC5E/j9XLBwtI56g/s1600-h/DSCF4901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ii1tZvQbI/AAAAAAAAC5E/j9XLBwtI56g/s640/DSCF4901.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After everyone else left, Alia &amp;amp; I did stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ii9dlwH6I/AAAAAAAAC5M/53srN8jV6zg/s640/DSCF5007.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crawling up the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ijGKryI_I/AAAAAAAAC5U/JsSbgTj6j2s/s1600-h/DSCF5008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4ijGKryI_I/AAAAAAAAC5U/JsSbgTj6j2s/s640/DSCF5008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;lol.&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/7226826159172596468-1929797312723524329?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1929797312723524329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1929797312723524329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1929797312723524329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/open.html' title='Open!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4iglNYerOI/AAAAAAAAC3M/MLPYh_l9GEg/s72-c/DSCF4781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1554858374026762415</id><published>2010-02-24T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:56:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Literally skipped my entire Chinese lesson - which I later found out was a free period anyway - going around getting t-shirt sizes with Jaryn for yellow house. Yes, that is way WAY bad considering that I'm from BLUE. Anson tagged along too :) Some guy in form 2 thought I was Joshua Khoo's sister just cause my surname was Khoo too (lol. kutu.) Who is Joshua Khoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Olivia. The dog died…from his own cuteness cause he looked in a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My brother is lamenuts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4UgY3SJ4yI/AAAAAAAAC3E/914wg2VFfvc/s1600-h/Christmas+04+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4UgY3SJ4yI/AAAAAAAAC3E/914wg2VFfvc/s640/Christmas+04+10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas '04.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just hope he doesn't see this. &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/7226826159172596468-1554858374026762415?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1554858374026762415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/skip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1554858374026762415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1554858374026762415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/skip.html' title='Skip'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4UgY3SJ4yI/AAAAAAAAC3E/914wg2VFfvc/s72-c/Christmas+04+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-6490976759226719216</id><published>2010-02-22T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:58:41.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheryl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4Jr1PXhHkI/AAAAAAAAC2s/PnkfW_KyIno/s1600-h/DSCF4735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4Jr1PXhHkI/AAAAAAAAC2s/PnkfW_KyIno/s640/DSCF4735.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(my mum finally developed all the pictures taken in Sri Lanka, Italy &amp;amp; Shanghai.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I gave myself an amateur manicure that doesn't even qualify to be considered as a manicure. It's basically just a simple clip, buff and coat of clear varnish. My attempts were somewhat mediocre cause I don't do well with my left hand. I had to reapply the polish on my right hand 3 times before I got it on correctly without losing control of the brush but I'd definitely have no future in the nail business - if there even is one.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I pretended to be from Yellow house. I went with Jaryn to each Form 3&amp;amp;4 class to ask yellow house members for their t-shirt sizes. Nobody noticed. I toppled over a rubbish bin in 3 Lambda and got booed for it. I was trying to dwindle the mess but found shitloads of ants running around all over the floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"There's ants!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Pick up the ants then!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I laughed about manginas during assembly with Alia. In case you didn't know what a mangina is, I'll enlighten you. It is a man vagina. In case you didn't know how it should visually look like, here is a replica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4JwfU4C3fI/AAAAAAAAC20/-uIYyvwXh0Y/s1600-h/DSCF4751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4JwfU4C3fI/AAAAAAAAC20/-uIYyvwXh0Y/s640/DSCF4751.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: That little pigmentation on my right hand is my birthmark.&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/7226826159172596468-6490976759226719216?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6490976759226719216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheryl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6490976759226719216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/6490976759226719216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheryl.html' title='Sheryl'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S4Jr1PXhHkI/AAAAAAAAC2s/PnkfW_KyIno/s72-c/DSCF4735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-4704728544590089150</id><published>2010-02-19T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:05:50.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>301</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow, are you kidding me? I've just hit my 301st post! That's a pretty awesome achievement given the fact that I've had this blog for a little over a year now. I am glad. &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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm usually quite contented when people ask me about my hair. They'll go, "Did you curl your hair?" which I reply (modestly of course. I don't like being portrayed as a stuck-up bimbo. Or at least I try not to.) "No, it's natural." followed by an approving gesture from the other party. All this is thanks to my dad though. When he was a YOUNG man his hair was absurdly curly and he had this strangeish-squarish kind of mini-fro going on. I know, this is such a tiny compliment but everyone needs a little boost of their ego every now and then. Actually, I like compliments. They make my day and I usually try not to forget them. It's like when you tell someone something really insignificant eons ago and they suddenly bring it up out of the blue. I like that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why does this post seem to be growing a theme? All I've been talking about today are stuff I like &amp;amp; being glad &amp;amp; positivity. Soon I'll probably be quoting lyrics from The Sound of Music or ABBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S36KTK0WvFI/AAAAAAAAC2k/Pc2HmCuLC1s/s1600-h/DSCF4715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S36KTK0WvFI/AAAAAAAAC2k/Pc2HmCuLC1s/s640/DSCF4715.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For tomorrow's agenda, there's cheer practice from 8.30 till 12. Right after, Alia is coming with me to my grandma's house for lunch. Later in the evening we're going to Shu's house for CNY dinner. Busy busy!&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/7226826159172596468-4704728544590089150?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4704728544590089150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/301.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4704728544590089150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/4704728544590089150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/301.html' title='301'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S36KTK0WvFI/AAAAAAAAC2k/Pc2HmCuLC1s/s72-c/DSCF4715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2016847063192669972</id><published>2010-02-18T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:47:56.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel as if I'm losing that blogging drive of mine. Lately these updates keep getting shorter &amp;amp; delayed give or take a day or two. I no longer have that itch to get on the computer (even though I shouldn't) just to subdue the want/need to blog. You know those cravings you get right before your period? (an exception for the male organism of course.) I assume if you're a girl, you'll understand that horrible feeling when you really, really need to have whatever it is you're pining for. There was this one time that I had this &lt;i&gt;humongosaurus&lt;/i&gt; craving for bacon. Nice, crispy, porky, bacon-ey bacon. Bacon! Well, it lasted for two weeks &amp;amp; every day I whined to Jaryn in class about how much I felt like eating bacon. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Do you, my most valued reader, think that I'm over-thinking the enormity of the situation? I'd like input. You are after all the reason I actualized this blog in the first place. For the public to read.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One more thing before I head off to bed. Ever wondered how it would be like if the internet was never founded? No, seriously THINK about it. Ponder. Wonder. Imagine. Rack your brain a bit. There would be no Email, Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, Youtube, Tumblr, Blogs, Wikipedia, Porn, Dota, Ebay &amp;amp; everythingandanything relating to the internet. I'm only stating the obvious but don't say you'd die. If the internet never existed, you'd have never known about it in the first place. Heh. Food for thought. &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/7226826159172596468-2016847063192669972?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2016847063192669972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2016847063192669972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2016847063192669972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-5767414106132187709</id><published>2010-02-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:47:09.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many diseases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3qRaAR5HPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7u9w0OwmTJc/s1600-h/DSC00076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3qRaAR5HPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7u9w0OwmTJc/s640/DSC00076.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Italian food for dinner at Ben&amp;amp;Nick’s and this pregnant cat sat next to our feet throughout the entire meal. Taken with my mum’s phone so that explains the horrific quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went to visit my grandad at the nursing home again. I'd like to highlight the 80-something year old man that he rooms with though. He's one of those sweet, cute little old men that are nice be around. He can't see very well and he uses a walking stick. He speaks mostly in Hokkien and a few words of English. He let my mum have a seat next to him while everyone else was busy with my grandad. His waistband is above his bellybutton. He snores when he sleeps and always has a jar of crackers next to his bed. His hair is all white with a receding hairline and he doesn't have a full set of teeth. I like him. He's pretty cool for his age.&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/7226826159172596468-5767414106132187709?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5767414106132187709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-diseases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5767414106132187709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/5767414106132187709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-diseases.html' title='So many diseases'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3qRaAR5HPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7u9w0OwmTJc/s72-c/DSC00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8101099193147891481</id><published>2010-02-15T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:49:51.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3js3Md4U5I/AAAAAAAAC2U/AYN0TJCQToM/s1600-h/DSCF4677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3js3Md4U5I/AAAAAAAAC2U/AYN0TJCQToM/s640/DSCF4677.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Apologized to my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went over to my my mum's mum's house for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Had my uncle from Shanghai over to eat leftovers from Saturday night's dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Olney came over to hand me a Valentine's present. It was a silver bracelet with the Chinese Zodiac on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I wore my pants of awesomeness from Cotton On which got some strange looks from my aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Practically my entire family on my dad's side came over for lunch &amp;amp;are now laughing their heads off watching Chinese comedies on TV. The Khoo family laughs really loud. I was standing in the garden trying to get Fuzzy to come into the house and I could hear my dad going HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-8101099193147891481?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8101099193147891481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-i-apologized-to-my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8101099193147891481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8101099193147891481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-i-apologized-to-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3js3Md4U5I/AAAAAAAAC2U/AYN0TJCQToM/s72-c/DSCF4677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8241541211258877763</id><published>2010-02-14T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:11:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3e-HkHFnFI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NAEzSvA0Tio/s1600-h/tumblr_kxorg8NkCx1qzwf2uo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3e-HkHFnFI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NAEzSvA0Tio/s640/tumblr_kxorg8NkCx1qzwf2uo1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's that time of year again. Named after Christian martyrs named Valentine, it's the day you get to do unquestionably sappy things with your special other and people won't give a damn about it. Not that they ever do but it's another excuse to send flowers, gifts, etc. This year I'm celebrating it alone. By choice. &amp;amp;cause no one asked me but that's no biggie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a few quotes for everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sweetheart, I've got you under my skin. I'll wash and wash, but you'll never come out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and I think I left the iron on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm crazy for you! Get it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BE MINE. Wait. That has six letters. Six letters is so unlucky. It's like YOU DIE. That's exactly what it's like. Now you're going to die and it's all my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Honey, I'm hot for you! It's like a fever. Do you think it's viral meningitis? I bet it is. I touched the light switch and who knows what germs were on there. Then I thought about you, and infected you—it's a viral brain infection, so of course it's transmitted through brain waves, that makes perfect sense. We should probably just drive to the hospital right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're all I think about. Literally!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You and me, sitting in a tree—oh, wait, that doesn't sound very safe, does it? Let's say we're sitting on a couch instead. Huh. I wonder who sat on this couch before us. Maybe we should put some plastic wrap down. Yeah, I think we'd better. Is this a new box of plastic wrap, or has it been opened for a while? Are you sure? OK. OK. Let's just say it's new and move on. So we're sitting on a couch, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Except that I kind of feel this tingle on my lip? Like I might be getting a cold sore? Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's hard to tell, what with all the SSRIs in my bloodstream, but I think I feel something for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd touch you without gloves. If I could, I mean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you. Wait. That didn't feel right. Let me try it again. I love you. Don't think about disease. Don't think about disease. Don't think about disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; There. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7226826159172596468-8241541211258877763?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8241541211258877763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8241541211258877763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8241541211258877763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3e-HkHFnFI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NAEzSvA0Tio/s72-c/tumblr_kxorg8NkCx1qzwf2uo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-535676227019656464</id><published>2010-02-11T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:42:05.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As much as I'd like to deny it, most of my posts have lately consisted of pictures instead of any reading material. I dislike being told what to do (on certain occasions - like this one) but according to the anonymous one named &lt;i&gt;bog&lt;/i&gt; in the cbox, he/she/it feels it's getting rather dull. Unless his/her/its name really is &lt;i&gt;bog&lt;/i&gt;. That would be strange to be named &lt;i&gt;bog&lt;/i&gt;. Let me defend myself though by saying that I've only done those 'randoms around the house' a couple of times out of the 300 other posts I've done so far. Your comment made me doubt myself for that smidgen of a second. I could blame pessimistic lady hormones for all this but seriously, you must admit that the picture of the function of a penis was amusing. At least you were polite enough to say 'please'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3Pqkv5NSNI/AAAAAAAAC1s/Dj7pwFNUVUM/s1600-h/DSCF4652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3Pqkv5NSNI/AAAAAAAAC1s/Dj7pwFNUVUM/s640/DSCF4652.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've gone yet again for another pedicure. This time with the intention of introducing red for that CNY feel. I didn't want them entirely red cause it would look like my toes were bleeding. Bleeding toes are not awesome. Neither is blood in any form other than inside your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There's supposed to be cheer practice in the morning tomorrow but I can't make it cause my mum has gotten me on lock-down to clean the house. I can't even discuss compromises cause she'd get pissed. As it is, she's already yelled at me for not washing a spoon today. So for the next two days it's going to be me + vacuum + mop. Yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: Happy Holidays :)&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/7226826159172596468-535676227019656464?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/535676227019656464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-jelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/535676227019656464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/535676227019656464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-jelly.html' title='Happy Birthday Jelly'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3Pqkv5NSNI/AAAAAAAAC1s/Dj7pwFNUVUM/s72-c/DSCF4652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-2259973194089354704</id><published>2010-02-10T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:04:17.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're too lazy to finish your homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of suffocating the post with talk about being bored, I've decided to fill with some randoms from around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3KISJpIkJI/AAAAAAAACzc/vWTTqrhucKU/s1600-h/DSCF4536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3KISJpIkJI/AAAAAAAACzc/vWTTqrhucKU/s640/DSCF4536.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3KIjv681uI/AAAAAAAACzk/suCY8JEASj8/s1600-h/DSCF4553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3KIjv681uI/AAAAAAAACzk/suCY8JEASj8/s640/DSCF4553.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3KIyFcPYuI/AAAAAAAACzs/Fg0BQlXMKI4/s1600-h/DSCF4556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Faux RayBan Wayfarers. Only cost me RM15.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Function of a penis from my science workbook; page 22.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science workbook index page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fingernails. Neatened them up a bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thumbs up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shadow on the pillar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lamp in the living room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. Rambutan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ipod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dog doing what dogs do. Nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His paw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He just lies there everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunset in Sri Lanka last year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animal finger puppets from Ikea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finger puppets on my toes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is how I keep them. Squashed in a little plastic container. It's sad but at least I won't lose any of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-2259973194089354704?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2259973194089354704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-youre-too-lazy-to-finish-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2259973194089354704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/2259973194089354704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-youre-too-lazy-to-finish-your.html' title='When you&apos;re too lazy to finish your homework'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S3KISJpIkJI/AAAAAAAACzc/vWTTqrhucKU/s72-c/DSCF4536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-7029546349390589717</id><published>2010-02-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:11:09.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It might be PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S26OIMS49MI/AAAAAAAACzM/5YsXKpCX3WI/s1600-h/DSCF4522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S26OIMS49MI/AAAAAAAACzM/5YsXKpCX3WI/s640/DSCF4522.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This is not going to be particularly interesting whatsoever, it’s more like a “take a look at this pretty picture I drew” kind of post. I drew this two weeks ago during Art in school. I'm actually very proud of it even though it's just a duplicate of a picture in the text book - and only cause I just so happened to have felt artsy that day. Eugene kept commenting on the blasphemy of the drawing and how only this could have be created with PhotoShop. For the outlining, I used black oil pastels and soft pastels for the white &amp;amp; orange bits. To prove that I really did draw it - and did  &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get it from Google images - I've got my name written at the bottom right corner of the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226826159172596468-7029546349390589717?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7029546349390589717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-might-be-pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7029546349390589717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/7029546349390589717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-might-be-pms.html' title='It might be PMS'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S26OIMS49MI/AAAAAAAACzM/5YsXKpCX3WI/s72-c/DSCF4522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-8572893343306606158</id><published>2010-02-06T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:01:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S20g5aYt0uI/AAAAAAAACy0/eHTm-9KcTo0/s1600-h/tumblr_kx8zj4x3JF1qa7jilo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S20g5aYt0uI/AAAAAAAACy0/eHTm-9KcTo0/s640/tumblr_kx8zj4x3JF1qa7jilo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Spoil me :(&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/7226826159172596468-8572893343306606158?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8572893343306606158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/melodious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8572893343306606158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/8572893343306606158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/melodious.html' title='Melodious'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S20g5aYt0uI/AAAAAAAACy0/eHTm-9KcTo0/s72-c/tumblr_kx8zj4x3JF1qa7jilo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226826159172596468.post-1547597503332678236</id><published>2010-02-05T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:38:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've got the image of Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Pacman swaying to that song that goes "Let's get physical..." from the Simpsons in my head. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S2v7LM5SZuI/AAAAAAAACys/VkYdl2B8sKs/s1600-h/tumblr_kwzdhpVnnQ1qa7jilo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S2v7LM5SZuI/AAAAAAAACys/VkYdl2B8sKs/s640/tumblr_kwzdhpVnnQ1qa7jilo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cheer practice was awesome today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They've finished teaching us the steps to the dances but everyone's doing 360s mid-cheer cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;the songs are so fast. It's like 1-2-3-ohshit! Then we laugh.&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;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heading out soon to Sunway to celebrate Alia's birthday with dinner.&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/7226826159172596468-1547597503332678236?l=inatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1547597503332678236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1547597503332678236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226826159172596468/posts/default/1547597503332678236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweat.html' title='Sweat'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14283556448803667117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/SlSTBdQWj5I/AAAAAAAABvM/6N0nN3vF43g/S220/IMG_6041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TN7hxUFCax8/S2v7LM5SZuI/AAAAAAAACys/VkYdl2B8sKs/s72-c/tumblr_kwzdhpVnnQ1qa7jilo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
