<?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-6396119</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:25:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ole!</title><subtitle type='html'>o2. can't live without it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-113405809746919735</id><published>2005-12-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:08:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, blogspot/blogger sure is confusing. At least it has this sexy font. Can you believe it's been four years since we came to Cedar? I'm sorting out all my stuff right now and I found our sec one class photo... Ftm looked nerdy, Hairin had boobs, Ritika looks the same, Naga also looked nerdy (let's forget about me), Wei Qi looks the same... how all of us have changed either in looks or personality, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o was the best class of my life. We gotta keep in touch, sistas. (I've just seen someone sexy die. Forgive me for being weird) So get the bloody password, and update, alright? Pass the word, this blog thing lives &lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syin (who has thoughtfully left her name unlike some assholes in Texas who thinks anybody gives a shit about Ajax)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-113405809746919735?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113405809746919735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113405809746919735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113405809746919735' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-113400696388691923</id><published>2005-12-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:56:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Er... Right, then. Greetings from Texas where the temperature is currently about 5 degrees, and I am bundled up in a fleece, with hot chocolate and avoiding work at all costs!&lt;br /&gt;Pity about Man U today, innit? And Ronaldo in tears again. I'm surprised about the Ajax score, actually. I expected a 5-0 loss for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-113400696388691923?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113400696388691923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113400696388691923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113400696388691923' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-113396332286554088</id><published>2005-12-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:50:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. Long time no see. There was a 2O reunion planned last Thursday, but it turned out to be a teeny gathering instead! Anyway, our form teacher requested for it, so I invited him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was our correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/smaziah/Image1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm, I haven't exactly replied to him yet. So you see?! We are still loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maziah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-113396332286554088?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113396332286554088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113396332286554088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113396332286554088' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-113396294427012963</id><published>2005-12-07T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:42:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DUUUUUUUDE!&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile! The O's are Officially Over, Mr Low has a son, Chelsea is the greatest football team in the universe, I got married and have 3 kids! WOW. It HAS been awhile, hurrhurr. Hope we could meet up some time! Yes all 38 of us. Whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE, morons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ftm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-113396294427012963?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113396294427012963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/113396294427012963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113396294427012963' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-108064817138583227</id><published>2004-03-30T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:24:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. People have been quiet lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the second week of term two. Technically, it's the twelfth or thirteenth week of the year though. Fourth month, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gotten used to the stress of Sec 3 life. But apparently not. I am so gone, I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are y'all coping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maziah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-108064817138583227?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/108064817138583227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/108064817138583227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064817138583227' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107840006845180321</id><published>2004-03-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:37:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh pple 4gods sake update this thg!&lt;br /&gt;just saying Hi! HI!&lt;br /&gt;nurul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107840006845180321?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107840006845180321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107840006845180321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840006845180321' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107718971651568786</id><published>2004-02-19T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:24:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omomgomg. I'm like. sotouched! *weeps* But hey. It doesn't count see, cos everyone (well, almost) were equally zany and crazy and that's 2o for you. whee. Yes, come on over brings back lots of memories. And rmb? It was the song that darryl used for our final rehearsal in the old cedar field for ndp. sighh. Everything's like. zoomzoomzoom yah? 6 months ago we were performing in the national stadium. UGH. I hate time. But we gotta move on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love y'all,                    fatima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107718971651568786?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107718971651568786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107718971651568786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718971651568786' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107668326837114322</id><published>2004-02-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T22:43:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy~! You noe wat guys? Juz the other day, i was in mac's, when this song came on, christina aguilera's 'Come On Over'. It's an old song, yes. But. I dunno how, it reminded me of 2O. Or juz tt 2 crazy ppl tt makes up 2O altogether, Rin and Fatima! lolx.. Yea.. Ole-Onions rawk!!! xD Yay yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. i'm going nuts. lalala. I'm outta here. Love ya babes! *mUaCkx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*                                     -viE tHe gReAt-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107668326837114322?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107668326837114322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107668326837114322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668326837114322' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107668064949376715</id><published>2004-02-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:23:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I declare this week the &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week of Ill&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been ill throughout this week, all thanks to the evil! that is MacDonalds. Ill news, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friendship Day, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maziah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107668064949376715?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107668064949376715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107668064949376715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668064949376715' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107655608943288282</id><published>2004-02-12T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:24:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hairin! Why??? Why u never come??!! Don fall sick ok? Love ya.Nurul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107655608943288282?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107655608943288282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107655608943288282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655608943288282' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107650284363420837</id><published>2004-02-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:51:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of yall are strong and wonderful and amazing. I love yall, and yall continue being strong, ohkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Syin~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107650284363420837?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107650284363420837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107650284363420837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650284363420837' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107649916570019397</id><published>2004-02-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T19:35:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you. Take Care. And I guess, life goes on. Sooner or later. Have Faith. For those greiving, be strong. I don't think she will want us to be too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really do love all of you&lt;br /&gt;Rin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107649916570019397?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107649916570019397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107649916570019397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649916570019397' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107648638629020526</id><published>2004-02-11T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:02:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, its official! I am freaked out! I can't believe dat happened...think about 15... not 51. She could have at least 50 more years but i guess god has other things in mind!U guys stay healthy, take care, don start crying when i meet u,can't take it, ill cry, heart pain cannot see someone i noe being sad!&lt;br /&gt;: Love Ya lots : pass it on b4 its too late&lt;br /&gt;NURUL &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107648638629020526?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107648638629020526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107648638629020526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648638629020526' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107622334122476836</id><published>2004-02-08T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T14:58:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is neither in my bag nor in my house. It is officially missing. &lt;br /&gt;More tests in the week to come. I think the teachers find it amusing to bury us in tests week in, week out. It is not funny I'm telling you. Oh and the Bio test? 70% of the level failed? WTF? It wasn't as if the test was THAT difficult. &lt;br /&gt;Have not finished Lit alnd English homework. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;See you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107622334122476836?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107622334122476836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107622334122476836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622334122476836' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107589591369730148</id><published>2004-02-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:00:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel weird using this. Nevermind! I shall prevail! Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 2O notebook (the 2O Notebook Calamity!)(The Mystery of The Missing Notebook) is so &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; my bag. So there. Maybe it's in Rin's huge house. All I know is that Gla. brought it in to 3S. Please search and rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, incase this site leaks out to the teachers, please do your best to not-so-obviously give away everyone's names. Especially, if said person uses profanity. &lt;/mother-ish nagging-ish advice&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; get used to the weird bold and italic tags, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... muahahahahahahahahahhaha! I was laughing to myself maniacly during Social Studies today, thinking about SLASH! Heheheh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week is a week of something. Week 2 was the week of SLASH! Week 4 was the week of TESTS! And this week, my dearies, is the week of ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share what's your week, this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/broadcast&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by, Syin. The Almighty Slasher. *heheh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107589591369730148?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107589591369730148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107589591369730148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589591369730148' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107589326895734281</id><published>2004-02-04T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:17:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don worry MAziah, im sure well find it some where!!! Its probably in Syn's,Ritika's or HAirin's bag! Or its in the hands of some teach who finds it INTERESTING! HAHAHA!!! NAhhh okay dats it bye! Bye! Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NuRul(e)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107589326895734281?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107589326895734281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107589326895734281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589326895734281' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107564905445508243</id><published>2004-02-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:36:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.this is so fun.this is like a total rocky network of ole! yipee!let me start talking about my current class. mr chia is my form teacher, and he's horrible.my class is always full of laughter, however, u are unable to feel that it is united.total defence day is a saddening day.i think mr khoo likes our class.but anyway, he's my favourite teacher...or at least i understood what he was trying to teach, unlike mrs choo,who thinks that our class is an utter disappointment in physics.that's all.cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xianhui*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107564905445508243?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107564905445508243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107564905445508243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107564905445508243' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107559516270352571</id><published>2004-02-01T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T08:37:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!!!Well 2daes sundae n im like soooo TOTALLY bored!! This is a totally rad idea n i think ritz gonna make fun of me! Well anyone wanna go out on Valentine's Dae?&lt;br /&gt;Well nevermind, da drummers cute, da drummers cute, malfoys cute, orlando "when tanned" bloom is cute and any guy ritz like is awful!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nurul, Queen of Denile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107559516270352571?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107559516270352571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107559516270352571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107559516270352571' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107554475043512751</id><published>2004-01-31T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T18:28:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; painful. Well, for me anyway. *ahem* Hello everyone! Lovie is back! *applauses* lolx`&lt;br /&gt;It's great of maz to come up with this idea. she is brilliant! And the pic! Ahhh! xD&lt;br /&gt;Heyy~ So how's life now? I'm ok, surviving, not dead. And blah. hehz..&lt;br /&gt;Ppl, you guys hv to update kaex! Of ur individual classes and going-ons! =)) Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107554475043512751?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107554475043512751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107554475043512751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107554475043512751' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107554223780443035</id><published>2004-01-31T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T17:47:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. It's kinda weird that we're not together as a class anymore! It's almost painful. Especially when Rin and I came together to think of something for total defence day!! We didn't have the dream team behind us!! sigh. hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107554223780443035?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107554223780443035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107554223780443035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107554223780443035' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396119.post-107545324395151741</id><published>2004-01-30T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T17:02:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ogles the decor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYBODY AND *hic* EVERYONE LOVES ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*passes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rItZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396119-107545324395151741?l=ole03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107545324395151741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396119/posts/default/107545324395151741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ole03.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545324395151741' title=''/><author><name>2ole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932181760516029006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
