<?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-8551716</id><updated>2011-09-03T06:35:03.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__`mi+u** b l o g g i ee-</title><subtitle type='html'>`lub*bubbles. st0ry of mi + u* .lub*bubbles`</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-115713149778693693</id><published>2006-09-02T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:24:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK for MORE sad story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;proberly NO one...is reading this BLOG... cus it has been STOP for a PRetty SOild long .... LONGER... and LONG... time.. so... WHAt am I doing now... u BLANKIES...(blank, no body) NOW i am in some 5 star resturant call, SZeChuan COUrt. to me... it Sux.. First, trainnes like me... have nthg to learn... nv teach how to cook... only perparation work.. like first thing i reach there... is Wash duck, chicken, fish... clean them.. then to eat... COme back... cut vege... and vege and lots more vege...(PAUSE, gastric pain... wah.. ) then cut finish ask them... do what now... they say." cut finish ah... OK lor" then they do their thing and i stand and look like an idiot. For many times it happen.. then cut cut cut... 2.30.... BYE bYE...  BReak Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When to the Pastry chocolate room straight... then do some creation of mine... picture POST next time...then time REALLY flies.... for 4 hours break... dinner... BACK to work.. MOST of the time... i would cut vege till i FALL all the ground..(ALmost) cus i FEll asleep... it was really funny..  then time Flows by... BIT by BIt by BIt. Then talk cock with them...then cut chilli till hand cannot press... ALL of a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Freaking LONG&lt;/span&gt; sudden, is time to clean up the place and go home.. tats when it happens... my gastric... OH my... so pain... ah... did not speak a word... just the last word" can go already ah.. Ohr... BYB x 2" change and left. squeeze throught the crowded mrt... then reach home BATH... PAIN all the way... on COM talk to her then.. PAIN more PAin.. then...cannot send the WING pic.. don noe why... com got error... and SOO... this Mark the end of the Boreding day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hope u have a sleepy time reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;to BLANK-_-"'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-115713149778693693?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/115713149778693693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=115713149778693693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/115713149778693693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/115713149778693693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-for-more-sad-story_02.html' title='I&apos;m BACK for MORE sad story..'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-115712971332047493</id><published>2006-09-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:55:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK for MORE sad story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-115712971332047493?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/115712971332047493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=115712971332047493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/115712971332047493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/115712971332047493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-for-more-sad-story.html' title='I&apos;m BACK for MORE sad story..'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110311641901551648</id><published>2004-12-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:13:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry ppls.. our blog is closed. Cuz it's stuffed up. Fredric cant blog in it. So.. here our new blogs.&lt;br /&gt;-fredric : &lt;a href="http://dric-shore.blogspot.com"&gt;http://dric-shore.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-irene: &lt;a href="http://alwayzonmymindd.blogspot.com"&gt;http://alwayzonmymindd.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110311641901551648?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110311641901551648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110311641901551648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110311641901551648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110311641901551648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry-ppls.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110267821272892739</id><published>2004-12-10T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:30:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*iRene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is not much difference from ysd. Bored. Arh.. 4 more days left of skool. Today is friday. so tml no skool. Can slp in. hehehe. Yer lazy bum. Lol. Hehe. Laz nite, I tried to send u an sms. But I wait for about 30 mins. You didnt send me bk reply. So I though, oh maybe didnt get thru. So i turn off my fone n went to bed. I received ur sms today. Lol. Happi. But still, I know u r still upset. Not fully happi bah. Erms, dunno where u r now. Maybe at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my day. Very long.. cooking class first. Did nothing. We were juz wrapping up our christmas cakes. And my teacher said we can take it n give to our fave teacher in skool. Well, I decided to give it to my society teacher but ppl r like "wad? She's a mean teacher!" Actually, to say the truth, she is not. She is a nice teacher. If u r nice to her of cuz. But she is not very mean.. she juz gets a bit angry when u r not behaving lol. But she is nice. Even though, I got told off by her a few times. I nv got told off by any other teacher except her, but she is like my fave teacher. But anyway, I gave her. And she was soooo happy. I'm serious. She hugged me. Hehe. She was realli nice. And she said she enjoy teaching me and stuff. She juz feel so close, like a close relative. But yer, she was realli nice. I wonder why many ppl dun like her. Anyway, I go to English class. Did some reading and then to society class. We watched "mousehunt". See y I said she was nice? And then go to lunch. Got a band singing in our school yard. Woah, power. So loud. Lol. Everyone watched n cheered at them. They were good. Then go to Maths, sorting out books for teacher. Carrying books. All the girls helped. And the boys juz sat there playing with coins. -_-" Lazy bums. Haha. Ok, I'll shut up, I'm one myself. Then... went to Science. Studied. Then hometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my day at skool. So boring hehehe. Now I'm still checking my email.. hehe. Have fun everyone. Arh. So bad. All ur entries becomes at the bottom. Hehe. Nvm, since u create ur own blog. But sorta meaningless if i blog n u dun. =( Nvm, see wad happens bah. I'll tok to u sometime later. Take care~ Miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110267821272892739?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110267821272892739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110267821272892739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110267821272892739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110267821272892739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/12/irene-today-is-not-much-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110259430557895551</id><published>2004-12-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:11:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*iRene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyloo.. hehe. spent 30 mins clearing out some blog entries. So many of them. Difficult to clear. Yer, our blog is very full. So sad... my eng got 60%!!! =( But teacher say I can still do TEE english. Erms.. I was being mean today to someone. *sigh* dunno wad I did was right or not. But I didnt do it cuz I was too harsh. I thought about it before I did it. Oh.. was I too harsh on her? Erms.. I think this is the first time, ppls saw me so angry. Totally psycho. Feel so sinned. Dunno how. How.. u r "away" So Im not going to disturb u. Erm, maybe dinner or something bah. My day wasnt too good. I think I have to wait for another day to come by and see if there's any luck. I doubt so.. ahh.. so guilty to have done something so bad. I think that's why I got bad luck. =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110259430557895551?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110259430557895551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110259430557895551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110259430557895551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110259430557895551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/12/irene-heyloo.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110250612713923075</id><published>2004-12-08T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:42:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* i R e n E *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to hear that u r feeling better today. =) I'm not very good though. Arh, juz some problems at school. That made me felt angry.I'll try n control my anger and tell that girl wad i m feeling. Arh, so sad. Her making up stories. Cant even think that she was such a liar when she looks so innocent. Makes me think about how that girl used to do to me. Haha. Said I was acting innocent. But of cuz, I wouldnt anyhow accuse her. Feel so bad I have to tell her about her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was pretending to be angry at Atiah today in s&amp;e. She believed me. Oh god, she had nv seen me so angry b4. Hahaha. But I told her by cooking class, even though I was still angry about the other girl. Oh well. I guess there r not much true friends out there that would actually remain true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cooking class today. We made christmas cake! Hehehe. *dun drool* Hehe. Very nice, I've tried some. But the rest I have to go and ut icing on it. Can onli eat it at christmas. *sobx* Hehe. Very nice. Hehe. Christmas is close, juz round the corner. Everyone, have a happy christmas day. Doesnt have to b better than laz yr, but it is still great to have ur love ones around to celebrate christmas with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happier. --never frown becuz u nv know who's fallin in luv wit ur smile--&lt;br /&gt;s m i l e.. or i'll t i c k l e yoo.. kekes. ^__^ hao xiang ni~ gd nite.. n swwt dreamzz. miz ya``&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110250612713923075?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110250612713923075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110250612713923075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110250612713923075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110250612713923075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-r-e-n-e-good-to-hear-that-u-r.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110243579549694682</id><published>2004-11-19T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T00:09:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la.... today i never come cos i work....lol so u feeling better?? i am... ABIT la lol so tireed.... don noe do what today.... doing what i wanna do.... ya... so BOREDINGGGGGG AHHHHH smashing here and there.... lol trying hard....  learn ing the 10 comonthment and i noe hebrew 11:1 by heart lao... Faith is being what we hope for and certain of what we do not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110243579549694682?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110243579549694682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110243579549694682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110243579549694682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110243579549694682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-no-la.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110040195497207225</id><published>2004-11-14T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:12:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|| 14th nov 2004 ||</title><content type='html'>` i r e n ee `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sometimes even myself cant control what happens. This few days, all the bad luck kept coming. I'll have to keep this short, because my computer could be cut off anytime. My mom in a veyr bad mood now. And my dog is being noti. I'll have to come online sometime at night. But you'll be working. Really lost, dunno do what now. Ok, Stop here. Talk more tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][listening][nothing. no mood][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][feeling][sad. lonely. disappointed][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][missing][you so much][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][wanna][go to the beach][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ hao xiang ni +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110040195497207225?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110040195497207225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110040195497207225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110040195497207225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110040195497207225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/14th-nov-2004.html' title='|| 14th nov 2004 ||'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110032190776485152</id><published>2004-11-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T12:58:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging..</title><content type='html'>[.+` -i r e n ee- `+.]&lt;br /&gt;hello. Blogging now! Yeah. Hehe, the time you blogging, I'm not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;yet! Hehe. I woke up at 10.45am like that. But now you are away in msn. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wrong timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Cause last night, I got told off. My mom bad mood. Lols. So I don't dare to come onlne so early in the morning, if not later get scolded again. And I dont her to get angry. Bad for health. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wonder what you are doing now.. hmm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So bored. Tonight, I won't be online. Aye, not working ma? Haha. Aiyo, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;blur blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; already. Hehehe. Ahh, this morning when I woke up I'm already like that. So blur. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even scared my mom a bit. Cause I was like walking to see my shoe dry already or not. And I was behind her. And she was blocking the doorway. I didn't say anything. Cause I'm still half asleep. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I opened the door a bit. Then she was scared, thinking how come the door open by itself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then she turned see someone behind her got scared again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Think what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha, I don't look like a ghost k! Haha. But yeah. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Haha so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Then went outside and see if my shoe is dry already or not. But I can't find my shoe anywhere. Haha. Don't care just went inside. I'll look for it somehow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then ate breakfast in front of the Tv. Aiyo, bad habit! Then it was the music show on. Someone requested the song&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; [Jay -Qi Li Xiang]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I thought, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finally got a chance to listen to the whole song properly. But... the host said because this song had been played so many times during today's show, they are not gonna play it again. So I was like "Damn!".&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Ahh, haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then after that, my mom bugged me to go bathe Leo. So I did. Hehe, actually, my sista bathe him. I was only sitting there slacking. He was noti!! He wet my sista. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, he was being such a pain. So yups got scolded by me. Then now, he's laying under the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Enjoying the suntan. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dog I have hey?! Yups, just like me. Hehe. Later, I'm not going to my aunt's place anymore. Instead they coming to our house. Hehe, cant wear my new clothes ler!! But I &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; can't come online. If not, I'll get some other &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;insults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by my uncle again. I swear, he's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; picking on me. Last time... erm ok let's not bring it up. But I know I'm right. And I wasn't rude to him at all. But I apologised anyway even though I wasn't in the wrong and I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to. To make everyone feel more &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PEACEFUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yups, now I sorta avoid talking to him in case I say something wrong. Oh, wad a long one today. Hehe, looks like I'm wide awake now! Hehe. Ok, erm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Misssssss you! Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;][listening][Peter Cetera &amp; Crystal Bernard - I wanna take forever tonight][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;][feeling][energised. feel lyke being loud n noisy and singggg][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;][missing][Hehe. Youuuuuuuuuuuu. Muacks][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;][wanna][sing out loud. Go play bball!][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;// `-x i a n g. n i. a i. n i. m u a c k s.-` \\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;At the two different parts of the world. There is always 2 person, missing each other. Trying to hold on to one another. And it will come true. Somehow. Cause God brought them together. And there's always a reason why they have met. And true luv will bring them closer to each other each day. Faith will be the victory of time and distance. I believe in true luv. And I believe in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110032190776485152?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110032190776485152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110032190776485152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110032190776485152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110032190776485152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogging.html' title='blogging..'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110032443575355409</id><published>2004-11-13T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T13:40:35.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-- i r e n ee --&lt;br /&gt;Hello, yups me again. Feeling like wryting a song. But erms.. yups. I'll see if I can wryte one now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[[ Waiting ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What am I missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Is that you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The rain is pouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Deeply is all the thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thoughts of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you appeared in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I knew that the love is growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I said I believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I knew the pain I felt is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[chrous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause I have been waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;For the memories to be refilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There's no options of looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And all I see the future we've built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You're the one I've been missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The one I really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There's no time to look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause the future is there to lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hehehe..... this is pretty crappy, but I hope everyone like it ok? Muacks to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110032443575355409?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110032443575355409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110032443575355409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110032443575355409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110032443575355409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-r-e-n-ee-hello-yups-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110030894828619562</id><published>2004-11-13T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T09:22:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FredrIC *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i though u will be online today...morning...sad to say... u did not... haha... yesterday i wanna post a blog... but com too lag... keep hanging... ya...yesterday i had....(FUN)*... ya.. haha... tonight don noe going out anot... haiz... but i gtg bye!! miss u.... morning blog...good day ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110030894828619562?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110030894828619562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110030894828619562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110030894828619562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110030894828619562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-i-though-u-will-be-online.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110025922350292498</id><published>2004-11-12T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T19:33:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|| 1 2 t h - n 0 v - 04 ||</title><content type='html'> -i r e n ee-&lt;br /&gt;Hello there~ Haha. Yesterday. Wah, missing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No sight of you. Wondered where you went. But haha, nar, I won't blame you for being there. I was late &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I came online at 8.10+pm. Cause, I was doing hwk! Hehe, okay talk about my boring day once again. Erm... I've got cooking this morning.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ahh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cooking main course meal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Super difficult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, today not stuck with that John guy. Phew~ But teacher siao siao again. She put me with Beau today. But well, at least it is better than that John guy. Well, I think I worked pretty well with him cause he is pretty serious with his work except sometimes he's really annoying. &lt;em&gt;Wah!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gonna kill me ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; He dropped a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;KNIFE&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He dropped it accidentally, can't blame him. But he was closer to it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Phew~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We quickly just like ran away. Lucky, no one got hurt. We cooked this chicken thing. It was really nice!! Well, he's a good cook. Really. Well, of course he did like most of the cooking. I couldn't do anything cause I relaly suck at it. So I did all the rest that I can like correct ingredients and washing up and stuff like that. Productive lesson. Earned a meal. Haha. Then had recess. Still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hungry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hehe. Then I went to buy a jelly cup from Trish n Sarah. Then walk around and talk with the other girls. Then have English. So boring!!! Doing more assignment bits. Then had S&amp;E. Nothing much. I was trying to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my Science test. While listening to the teacher. Sorta did 2 things at once. But didn't really work. So bored. So I sat there playing with the ring you gave me. Ahh, thinking about what you doing. Haha. Then have lunch. Went to buy my friend's popcorn. Well, cause she requested. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had to. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;She force me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then stand around again. Yups. Then had Maths. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yesterday my Maths homework finished. But I didn't have to do &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. And I did &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. xP Aiyo. So teacher gave me another piece of work. All on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Volume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuff. Erh.. then teaching Leanny, Karen and Gwen how to do a few questions. Then erm, had Science! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(( s c i e n c e  t e s t ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ahh!!!! Then, erm. Actually quite easy but also quite difficult. The first part was difficult. All the theory part. But calculations was easy. Hehe. Then finished! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; School ends. Friday. Tomorrow no school~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Woohoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can slack already. So came home. Sorta tidy up my worksheets and then ate dinner, watch Tv. Showered then come online. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohh, yups, now you are probably at work. Hehe.. that's all lar. Erm. Yups, hope you had fun at work. Ok? Hehe, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;miss ya~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;][listening][Gao Hui Jun-Ren Zhen De Nu Ren Zui Mei Li][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;][feeling][blank. empty. bored][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;][missing][you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;][wanna][eat chocolate!][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_.+.[-i r [e] n e-]]\*[[ai-o2.1o.o4-ni]]*  -x-   `ling`teng-y0o r all i ever need*`((¯`v´¯)).+._&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g0od night swt dreamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110025922350292498?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110025922350292498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110025922350292498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110025922350292498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110025922350292498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/1-2-t-h-n-0-v-04.html' title='|| 1 2 t h - n 0 v - 04 ||'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110024230222535211</id><published>2004-11-12T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:51:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi... going off to work lao..... em.... in the morning i wake up at 11+ AGAIN&gt;&gt;..... then use com,... but don noe why .... keep hanging.... i thing crash lao.... untill now then i can blog this... and.. i went for a basketball game.... thinking.... what she is doing.... in sch ba.... then... ya.... have...fun.. but... only shooting of 10 quick ball.... then rain lao.... did not really have sweat... haiz... now come and think of it.... my frenz are pretty suckie.... when it come to work... all working... working... is like a drug.... but  luckily some thing the drug does not work when 100% fun is here... like yesterday... haha ice-skating.... so bored.... i going to cook my self some food later... pasty... trying later for my dinner... haha... so fun... well... i miss her... i so lost today... hope that... work is better.... goodday ahead for every one.... MSs U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110024230222535211?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110024230222535211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110024230222535211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110024230222535211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110024230222535211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110018715958658273</id><published>2004-11-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:32:39.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*freDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a long day... i work up at 10+ go bath get ready for eating... and ice skating...  also don noe how my parent going to celebrate deepavaile.... so.... let the worries down and... go ice skate..... ya eat fishball&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; RAMEN&lt;/span&gt; for my lunch.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YummY&lt;/span&gt; ..... hope u were there.... cn enjoy the taste of food together.... then... ya... we meeting other frenz at the ring at 12.30.... when is 12+.... 2 came.... left weisheng and janice.... the couple now.... yaya... they was late.... nvm... then .... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WENDY....&lt;/span&gt; late like shit... lol.... 12.30 meet she just taken the bus... haiz.... nthg to say... so when she came she receive a good scolding from all of us... haha then we going in to pay... for the ticket... the the girl say alot of thing...(blur lao...) so... for get it man.... just tell us how much to pay... okok 70+ for 8 person wah.... haha... so take show and... geet ready for fun... then wear skating boot.... but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MR YEP ZHI YANG&lt;/span&gt; don noe how to tie.... so i have to tied for him... there is alot of ppl there.... so i did one hour of warm up.... then... feeling good... cooling.... breeze brush though my face.... i geting better... haha.... but still a &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NOOBIES&lt;/span&gt;... haha... then ya play skate for a few hours till..... 5++ they say ring close... cos got training... okok we leave.... return boot the go down buy the one and only 25cents... ice-cream... haha... enjoy ourself... then me and mr yep go c the hp... new model.... wah... ask alot..... the salesman though we wanna buy... but... all for nthg...haha... never buy..... the rain.... my parent called and say go grandpa house to eat... cos got curry..... then i got pretty dissappointed.... cos though got &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOOD FOOD&lt;/span&gt;.... but... curry....i don like hot stuff..my mama always say..u MAN leh... learn to eat abit of hot stuff leh.... then..or..okok...but i never eat...lol then.... my mind was only thinking of going &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;HOME&gt;.... INTERneT=MSN=IRENE&lt;/span&gt;...haiz.... too bad... my mama don wan...no choice... i was feeling Really really bad in my heart.... never tell her... she must be lonely.... haiz... i wish i could have more time talking to her... being with her.... tomorrow also cannot go talk to her...work.... haiz... only blog.... i was sorry... that i never work today also never talk to her.... i feel like crying... upset... haiz....hope i can stop doing this to her..... i just HOPE&gt;&gt;&gt;..... i really miss her too.... okok... time to end... good nitez sweet dream.... good day ahead.... i(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;) U.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110018715958658273?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110018715958658273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110018715958658273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110018715958658273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110018715958658273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-today-has-been-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110017682869044454</id><published>2004-11-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T20:40:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- \ 1 1. 1 1. 0 4 \\*</title><content type='html'>.+/ / i r e n ee \ \+.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. so late wryting my entry. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So busy today. Ok, letz see.. today. Had Science first. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yups. and tomorrow having my Science electricity &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hurrying to study it. Then had Maths. And did so many work! And still have more homework. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; somemore! Ahh, really. Then had recess. Nothing much. Then had S&amp;E. Ohh, embarassing. I just sat there.. silence all lesson through. Just sorta laughed softly at jokes and settle down. Very little to talk about. Atiah giving me looks. What's next? Ohh, English. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Forgetful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hmm, did some of the task work. On the computer. Checking for new entries in the blog. But nopes. No new entries. Wondering why. Then have lunch. Just gathered round, walking around the school. And then had cooking. I have the worse day ever! I got stuck in the same group as John! And he's so lazy. It wouldn't do &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I have to get him to do stuff. All the time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I almost got hurt while he knocked onto me. Ahh! I was like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;COOKING&lt;/span&gt; on the stove and it's&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; spatting oil and hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Gees, imagine what would happen! Then I held on to the ring on my necklace. Ahh, so scary. Good thing didn't get hurt. Then the guys all talking heaps of crap. Annoying me. But I didn't say anything. Then finally, home time. Got homework for cooking to finish timeplan! But till now I havent finish yet. When I came home, I have been doing homework. Until just now. So many homework!! I did until 7.50pm. Then I thought.. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;AHH!!..&lt;/span&gt; so quickly go shower. And finally came out at 8.10pm. Then came online, but you not online. So.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now wondering where you are.. xP. Somemore.. I'm studying for science test tml while typing this. Bad bad! And I havent finish the timeplan yet. So bad day!!!!! Ahh.. Okok, erm erm. I'll stop here. Just hoping that you'll hvae a better day than me.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Miss ya~ Good night, sweet dreams. Muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;][listening][Angela Zhang-Yi Shi de Mei Hao][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;][feeling][ahh.. so confused. Messy and stuffed up][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;][missing][u and my cousin][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;][wanna][add more time to the day today for me to study and do my timeplan][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&gt;&gt; [ -- x.i.a.n.g..n.i -- ] &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110017682869044454?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110017682869044454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110017682869044454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110017682869044454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110017682869044454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/1-1-1-1-0-4.html' title='-- \ 1 1. 1 1. 0 4 \\*'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110013177344543447</id><published>2004-11-11T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:09:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*m o r n i n gg*</title><content type='html'>[.+` -i r e n ee- `+.]&lt;br /&gt;heya~ Hehe. Yups, early in the morning on a Thursday. Wryting a short blog. Weird huh?! Well, extra time. Lol. Now.. I'm wearing my school uniform, the ring I got ysd on my finger and the other one that I bought on my necklace. Hehe. Wearing a jumper cause a bit cold today. Preparing to go to school. Wonder how today will be like. Hehe. No use wondering. I'm going on the car at 8.20am to go to school. My dad made us breakfast this morning. And he made lunch for us to take to school as well. Later, he'll be driving us to school. My second sis today no need to go to school. Cause her birthday. Haha. But that's not the real reason. Reason is her class all go camp ler. No use going when only teacher is there. But here, I wanna wish her a happy birthday! And.. yups that's all for now. Talk again tonight! Muacks, have a great day~~! Missing everyone! And miss u too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;][listening to][nothing][&lt;br /&gt;][feeling][a bit tired n cold][&lt;br /&gt;][thinking about][you!][&lt;br /&gt;][wanna][morning call u.. haha][&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + x i a n g - n i + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110013177344543447?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110013177344543447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110013177344543447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110013177344543447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110013177344543447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/m-o-r-n-i-n-gg.html' title='*m o r n i n gg*'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110008883694067661</id><published>2004-11-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:13:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!! today is a new day.... but now is rather old lao... lol... so... today i woke up at 11.30... then mom say one to go out.... so she... BYE BYE.... go IMM eat with her frenz.... i eat ceral then have... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NOODLES&lt;/span&gt;..... okokfood... not the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TOP&lt;/span&gt; choice... lol.. then use com then keep on hang hang... then... my mom called at 2+ ask me go there help her take things... so i bath... then faster go there... i wanna take bus but the bus just left then i walk there.... when i reach there... i went to giant super market to... find her... then... there is once i stopped and c some fried food.... then got promoter come talk to me... then i turn...... face him.... and... YAWN ;O..... then he sianz tao... lol not i rude... is don noe why tired.... haha... then he never talk to me le.... : ( haha... i found my mama... i take some snaks then pay...... take taxi go home cos heavy.... then bla bla... reach home.... ok.... eat sleep now wake up.... talking to irene.... ya... so.. TATA.... good nitez sweet dream.. miss u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110008883694067661?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110008883694067661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110008883694067661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110008883694067661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110008883694067661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-hello-today-is-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-110008848521878008</id><published>2004-11-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:08:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[.+` -ai . ni- `+.]</title><content type='html'>-i r e n ee-&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Hehe.. typing in blog again. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, about my day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, boring. Argh. Today, in the morning, went to school. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; when I was walking across the oval. Sitting there, missing you. Wondering what you are doing. First thing in the morning I had S&amp;E class. So bored! Well, we were doing some questions. Then had English. I forgot to take newspaper! Ahh, forgetful! Nvm, did my other written work. Then phew~ Have recess. Yups, time to drift off to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lala land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Miss you again. Haha. Erm, then went to Maths class. Hehe. Bitching about this person with Leanny. I normally don't do that. But dunno why, this person sorta really have bad habits. Then had so many Maths homework. That's the outcome of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;talking in CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Then erm erm, had.. oh Science. Did work. Copied lots of notes. Then went to lunch. Ate something. Then yups, slack. Then had Jap. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Got quiz! Talking to Leesa. Then have cooking. Ben and Shane was being soooo noisy. Esp Shane. Ahh, feel like hitting him on the head. Wont shut up. Haha! Then did a timeplan for Friday's cooking class. Atiah told me to go online tonite. She said I'll find out about the person who like me. Haha. So mysterious.. Well, I did. Cuz I have to blog anyway. When I signed in just now. 3 people talked to me straightaway. I was like "woah..". Then yups, found out. Pretty shocked and stunned. I wonder why all those words always starts with "s". Surprise. Haha! Okok, stop crapping on. Erm, when I got home, I got your ring! Aww, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you ^^ Muacks. I like it a lot. Hehe. Although, the one I sent you was a bit... "lady like" haha!. Erm, so glad I can talk to you tonight. As you are not working. Oh, and the letter. It was really sweet. I couldn't help it.. I started to have tears. Arh.. I told myself. Not now. Can't. But still, started. But it's not crying upset but touched. It is really sweet. I'll keep it properly. ^^ Okok, stop here.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Muacks. Good night. Sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;][listening][Jessica Simpson-I wanna love you forever][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;][feeling][confused. Happy to talk to u!][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;][thinking about][ my mind is blank.][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;][wanna][give u a big hug!][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.+` -zhen. de. hen. ai. ni- `+.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110008848521878008?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110008848521878008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110008848521878008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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stuff.... i love her very much... missing her always.... and... the job cannot be change to morning shift... but i work on friday to sunday... sorry....can talk to u on net for a few days lao... and. is funny why the ring is not there yet.... thats all i wanna say... miss IRENE ALOT&gt;&gt;&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110002490871950531?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110002490871950531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110002490871950531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110002490871950531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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[Girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;At the other side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There's someone in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Looking at the same moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Verse 2: [Guy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;At a beautiful place of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There's someone in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dreaming under the same moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Chrous: [together]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The love I'm feeling strong for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The missing thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My soul is flotaed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[Guy] With a spirit that is deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[Girl] With a rainbow that is hanging in the dark blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;With somewhere I can hope for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Under the same moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Verse 1: [Guy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Verse 2: [Girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Chrous: [together]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Under the same moonlight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-x- Another new song. Written by me. To Fredric. Hehe. Hope you like it. Even though, the words are pretty much the same as other songs. -x-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[.+` -the two lovers, searching for one another. But being on the other sides of the world, they thought that they would never. But little do they know that, true love, somehow will bring them together. They are always under the same moonlight. Hoping for a miracle to happen. Dreaming for one day. True love has no boundaries- `+.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-110000117289546058?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/110000117289546058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=110000117289546058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110000117289546058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/110000117289546058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/under-same-moonlight.html' title='[.+` -under the same moonlight- `+.]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109999920567195323</id><published>2004-11-09T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:20:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ zai na li?</title><content type='html'>* i r e n ee *&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello! Fredric fredric, ni zai na li? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fredric is at work! Hehe. Yer. Working again. So now, we have to communciate through blog. This is probably the only thing we can communicate through besides emails. Today, wah so tired. Long day! So long blog again. Haha, probably! In the morning, hehe. Good thing.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sprinklers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on! Free~ I had sport for the first 2 lessons. Played bball again!&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; So nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Lalala. I shot 3 goals. Haha, in the proper game. Not during practise. Practise, I missed lots. Haha. But 3 goals is good enough! Cuz I didn't actually missed any. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Or did I?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We lost by 1 point! Haha, nvm. Only game. The other team. Wah, so many pro! Had fun! Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sport really makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~! Then, went to recess. Stand around. Besides that, nothing esle to do. I ate my sandwich. Cause I was hungry. Then go to English. Argh, assignment! (^v^) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then had S&amp;E. I was resting my head on the desk. Tired. But teacher nv scold me. For being so slack. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then had lunch. It was so sunny for a while. Then &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;raining!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Me and Cindy was playing around in the rain. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So fun. And yups, got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then went to Science class. Walked to class in the rain. Got wet somemore! Then when I got to class, I was drenched. Like I've just came out of the shower. Except, my shirt is slightly wet&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Haha! I took out my little hairbrush and brush my hair. I had my Science test results. I got 28/30. Leanny got 29.5/30. Wah, so pro! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then Leanny looked at me and kept laughing. Then I say "wad?!". She just shake her head. Well, then she said to me "You so different... " So I was just like "ohh.. yupyup. Sure." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was basically just wet all through the lesson. Then had Maths. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Even had homework! Can't be bothered. Then finally time to go home~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Walking through the oval with Karen. We were talking about 2 things. One is about my friend's birthday party on Sat. I can't go but I asked if she was going. Then dunno why, we got on the topic of yups, him. That guy. Well, she told me about something that happened before I came to this school. Actually, I wasn't surprised. I sorta knew it. It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; convienent to say it here. Well, basically she knew quite alot. Esp some secret stuff no one esle knows cause her bro was his friend. And well, I know his brother too. But we don't talk a lot. Except once when I was on the courts with his bro and him. Playing bball. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can feel it. Confused face. Haha. Nvm. I cant say it too obvious. Cause I dont wan other ppl to know. Yups. Yeah, my life is pretty routine. I came home, do homework. Eat dinner. Shower. Watch Tv. Come online. Come on, what esle do you expect? Haha, that's me. I hasn't get the ring yet. So disappointed. Nvm, one day, it will come. I know. Haha. Oh yeah, I have to go listen to that song you sent me ysd. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Muacks! Good nite and sweet dreams! Hope you had a nice time at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;][listening to][Britney Spears - From the bottom of my heart][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;][feeling][sorta lonely. But overall happy today][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;][thinking about][you and what you are doing at work now][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;][wanna][visit you at work!][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...(( `x.. x i a n g .. n i ..x` ))...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109999920567195323?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109999920567195323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109999920567195323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109999920567195323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109999920567195323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/zai-na-li.html' title='`__ zai na li?'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109991992809583359</id><published>2004-11-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:18:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello....to all.... yesterday nite very funny..... scarying my self... i was still awake at about 3... tghen i was tired then suddenly there was a cracking noise..... continue... 5 min... then suddenly stop... i was shock.... but relief then it came out again.... i was scared..... haha... so i went to take a weapon(bamboo stick) go down and settle my fear once and for all.... then when i go down.... i check every where... nthg.... not even a moskitoes to settle.... sad dissappointed.... actually wanted to beat the person one.... lol... sad... no one..... nvm... then i go sleep in no peace.... haha wake up.....  i told my mom what happen last night... she say.... OHHH.... is the turtle.... haha.. banging the head on the glass..... ohoh.... haha stupid me... i COULD have kill the turtle... lol... then i when out with my mom to suntec ..... to meet my god bro and his mom... we ate&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; lotiplata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; then went out to buy my new year shoes.... me and my god bro did not talk much... only what shose he wan and what i wan.... so... we look at many stall... but none i like... UNTILL.... this shop call itself B.I.R.D then i saw this nice shoes.... not that nice... but... better then the rest.... so i try and... brought it.... i found out i wearing size...11... wow bigfoot.... lol then i meet corn zhi yang and marcus to eat.... then we went orchard to shop.... shop.... talking crap... playing outside..... NO RULEZ... cos NO PARENT... wahaha! feel free with them... lol.. then marcus went to take a injection for f&amp;b stuff.... ya.... then finish... we walk and... they say wanna go play pool... i rejected it cos no money.... lol.... ya... then... went home... rest... online...  then talking to Irene now..... ya... em... thats all ba.... good bye... and good nitez... good dreams... good time miss u!!! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109991992809583359?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109991992809583359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109991992809583359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109991992809583359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109991992809583359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109991474479528112</id><published>2004-11-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:52:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.du0 yi tian.</title><content type='html'>- i r e n ee -&lt;br /&gt;It'z another day. Ah, today my day is so... can't say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... but I can't say it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Well, first thing I reached school. There were several &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for me to get pass before I actually got to school. Well, for me. I need to enter 2 gates to get to school. The first gate was outside the primary school carpark. I was trying to enter through the gates. Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sprinklers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was there. And I couldn't get through without getting wet. So, I run pass. Just slightly wet. Ok, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then walking through the oval. Wah, got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sprinklers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beside the second gate. So suay! Got a bit more wet. Argh got more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sprinklers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Even more scarier! &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ACROSS&lt;/span&gt; the oval. So I have to actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; through it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Gees, then really really got wet. Aiyo, trying to "protect" my bag. But my bag oso got wet. -_-` &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, nvm. Then first thing I got was Maths. I didn't finished my worksheet. Dunno how to do them! Then did more latitude and longtitude &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Really can't be bothered. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did it anyway. Got homework somemore. Then had Science. Still okay in Science. Me, Leanny and Cindy sat on the same desk. I can't remember what we were talking about. But I'm sure me and Leanny was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;bickering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;doing some work. Then had recess. Didn't eat anything cause not hungry. Then had career edu. Cause now is TEE exams periods for Year 12s. So all who walked pass that corridor must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; quiet. So the teacher changed our classroom. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Finally, we went to a computer room near the Maths classrooms. The classroom was &lt;em&gt;soooo cold&lt;/em&gt;! But the weather was actually warm.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Teacher turn on air con too high. Well, I'm a person who is scared of cold. But I pulled through! Cindy.. she was so scared. Well, she wanted me to tell her about our blog's website. And she point to the computer screen. Then the computer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;restart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. By itself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It scare the hell out of her. Then ok nvm. Cause we are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; suppose to talk. So I typed to her on her computer on word. Then type half way... Suddenly when her turn to type. She was looking at the keyboard. Then looked up. I've already saw it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The sentence was already half the page down she was typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And she didn't pressed Enter or anything! She was so freaked out that she &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so loud! I didn't feel anything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I laughed instead when she was like so freaked out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then when we were getting out of the classroom, she shrieked when the classroom's lights was turned off. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;By teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hahahahhahahhaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;buay ta han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her. Haha. Then got Jap class. Wah, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! So Leesa gave me her shapes biscuit. I ate it... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha! Then had lunch. Ate somemore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then had English then S&amp;E. Nothing interesting. Then went home. Walking through the oval. Haha. That's all. Come home. Wah, so slack. Do homework. Then still refuse to go shower. Sit there and sing and listen to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Always on my mind".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lala. So nice. Then had dinner. Then go shower. Then watch Tv. Then came online. Haha. Yeah, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-][listen][Paulini - Angel eyes][-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-][miss][you][-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-][cravings][nothing so full!][-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-][wanna][see u][-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*good nitez sweet dreams! Muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109991474479528112?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109991474479528112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109991474479528112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109991474479528112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109991474479528112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/du0-yi-tian.html' title='.du0 yi tian.'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109983695517953279</id><published>2004-11-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:15:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i contiune from 4 pm..... ok i was..... having picnic with my church ppl...... so &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BOREDING&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.... then ya.... b4 that they have games... then have son VS father scoccer.....guess what.... is &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;BOREDING&lt;/span&gt;..again i was standing there waiting for th ball to come then kick away.... and the father is like 35-60 the the son was like 6-16 wah lao... how to play....  haiz.... then wait for dinner.... it just sux.... just eat a litter cos it sux.... sad to say... it really sux.. ok.. so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OVERALL&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SUX&lt;/span&gt;.... then pack up on the way back..... my mom say wanna go giant... wah !!! cannot ta hunt... going to 8 lao this wanna go.... i got PISS off.... but still have to follow... then... ok... i go... then many ppl walk walk walk.... take and take...(like free like that) then.... ask me do this and tat... wah.... totally sianz off..... then is 8.30.... wah... i was thinking that u wan me not to talk to Irene for two days!!!! u are &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;KILLING&lt;/span&gt; me..... so i faster take and pay..... wah... then faster go car drive home.... ok reach home.... 9.30!!!! she 10 go lao cos got sch..... then.... ah yo... die don noe off line le ma.... then faster online &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; lucky got online.... then talk to her for a while.... my dad... talk to me like wanna eat me like that.... go chage bed sheet NOWWWW!!!!!! wahhhhh my ear ah.... crazy fellow.... then no choice i go change... is going to ten lao... then i change for 2 ppl lucky my hand are fast enough.... then b4 10 i came back online to talk to her...wow... good thing still online.... ya thats all.... and....tell u some thing... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE KILLING OR BEATING PPL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; MAY BE NOT TOMORROW... YA GOD NITEZ AND A SWEET DREAM... MISS U aLways man!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109983695517953279?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109983695517953279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109983695517953279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109983695517953279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109983695517953279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-i-contiune-from-4-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109983473304134941</id><published>2004-11-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:45:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ xin dong.</title><content type='html'>* i r e n ee *&lt;br /&gt;A moment of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;'xin dong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Touched. We have taken a step ahead. I dunno what to say. While I was toking to u just now, there was a feeling of friendship. But a touched of something more than friends. It makes my heart beat. A special new feeling that I've never had before. And you. You said you were afraid to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lose me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A touched feeling ran through me. I felt like I dunno what to say. But I still said something. I wont let it pass by. It will stay in my heart. Good nite sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-listening- Vanessa Carlton . A thousand miles (we are like a thousand miles away. But it's faith that keep us close together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-feeling- happy that u r online at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-missing- you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-wanna- lay under the stars with you n listen to ur voice n having u by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-- w0 hao ai ni --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109983473304134941?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109983473304134941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109983473304134941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109983473304134941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109983473304134941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/xin-dong.html' title='`__ xin dong.'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109982689895669490</id><published>2004-11-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:28:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ w0 zai xiang ze ni..</title><content type='html'>* i r e n ee *&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. Great. Tomorrow school again! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Talk about my day yesterday, going shopping was good enough. Haha. (( Just a little embarassing )). Hehe. I bummed my head while I came out of the changing room. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Trying on my jeans. But it doesn't hurt. Just.. so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Even got a few guys roaming around there trying to get a change room was laughing at me! =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, just something extra to add in. To extend my entry. Today. Woah, I was so lazy! I woke up early. But I was still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"lai chuan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Means refusing to get up. Thinking about stuff bah. Lots of things going through my mind. Actually laz night, I really couldn't sleep neh. Kept thinking and thinking and thinking. I already switched off the lights. But I can't help thinking about stuff. Well, I thought, have you get the ring yet? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I was wearing the ring. Holding bubbles on my arms. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I dunno what I was thinking. Well, it's more like missing you bah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I decided, why don't I write a song about my feelings. So I went to took a paper and pencil. Want to start writing. Ahh. half an hour later. Geez, I havent written a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yet! Well, I couldn't define that feeling I'm in. I think that's why I couldn't write! Then I wrote some stuff. It was crap! So I just went to bed. For some reason, I felt so lonely. Aiya. So quiet. Then ok, just concentrate sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sleep. In the morning, yeah. Stayed in bed for a long time. Until I got up. I can't rem wad time was that. Simple. Had my breakfast. (( eating bread )). Didn't go out. Just stayed at home. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Leo. (( Got wet again! )) Watching Tv. So lazy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then aiyo, so fast. Eat lunch already. My sista went out with Uncle Kumar to get her present. But they don't rem one thing! Today is Sunday! The shops are not opened~! Haha. Well, when they came back I was like slacking off singing on the couch. So bored! Then ate some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went shower. Had dinner. Continue watching Tv. Watch watch. Oh, this show was on. It a Hong Kong show. Competition for songwriters. Woah, they all so good! Some of them, write songs, write the tune and even sing! Total talent! So cool~! Haha. Then almost time, came online eariler. Yesterday, I was actually thinking of getting offline at about 7pm. Cuz I've used for so long. Then I didn't Kept using.. for about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Ok, stop here. So longggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-listening- Jojo . Leave (Get out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-missing- you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-thinking about- what you are doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-want to- stargaze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;x. w0 zai xiang ze ni .x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109982689895669490?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109982689895669490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109982689895669490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109982689895669490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109982689895669490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/w0-zai-xiang-ze-ni.html' title='`__ w0 zai xiang ze ni..'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109980936272511431</id><published>2004-11-07T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:36:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HELlo&lt;/span&gt; Long time no blog.... feeling great to have the blogger back online... em.... i miss a day of blog..... many things happen yester day...... i could't say much cos my cousin is beside my..... and..  They all wanna use the com some more msn not working at her house..... sad thing... okok.... now is for yesterday" In the morning.... i work up at 9 + then went to meet ben ck and zh for lunch.... then we were talking and chatting about life at work.... then i go to ben and ck which work at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAKAU SUSHI&lt;/span&gt; to write down my info..... then called me back again when the manager come back.......cos he haven come to work... then i went to school cos got open house .... i went there to help chat with teacher about future.... there was a test i could take in singapore to go to Australia.... a english test... ah ya very messy one... haha i stay to help until 3 then i go lao cos my grandpa birthday is at 4 at boonlay there.... i was the first to reach my cousin which my grandpa was staying in. Then...... after i come not long another of my cousin come.... then all come.... so when they were coming i quickly send a msg...... to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;INFORM&lt;/span&gt; only.... cos they were reading.... then my female cousin open my wallet to c then saw your photo inside.,.... they ask who is this girl.... your girlfrenz?? em.... i say YA... haha.... then... i did not write much.... after that i went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EAT BUFFEE wahh!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN GOODDD!!!!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha..... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FOODDDD ya man!&lt;/span&gt; i eat what was enough for me....(&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NOt to be greddy..)&lt;/span&gt; then my frenz ben called say now go down to westmall to interview..... i was like" &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WAHHHHH NOW??? NO KIDDYING MAN... FROM HERE TO THERE&lt;/span&gt;" lol then i hurry there to interview.... ask me  a few question and... I was in ....SO just to tell you i was a working BOY again... haha $5.50 an hour.... &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;BUTTT&lt;/span&gt; is from 6 to 10++PM.. so I cant talk to you again.... i will go and ask if i wanna do from morning.... i WILL... I went back to my grandpa house to sing song....(birthday song la) then... YA.. what to say.... is finish.... then my dad hurry us to leave as he is late from his bible study.... so we hurry offf and.... we went to my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FATHER&lt;/span&gt; side grandfather house... to c him.. got &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;comb hair anot&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOOO &lt;/span&gt;to see if he is good anot... ya he&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt;..... then eating fruit.... thinking was that enough word to tell Irene... what can i do now also.... my grandfather don use&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; NET&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;COM&lt;/span&gt; so cant do any thing but to watch TV and buy time tilll my dad back and go home.... then i receive your letter!!!!and the ring..... em.... say the truth... it look like for lady when i wear it... laughing at my self.. HA HA... theni but with the cross i am wearing.... then is in my neck.... &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;... haha i was happy too... seeing her drawing.... i don draw thoes type of face.,... but i LOVE the DRESS..... VERY nice drew.... fantastic.... i wish i could draw those type of dress.... LOVely.... haha..ya that all for YESTERDAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Now is for today.... i went to church at 8.30 then came back home at 1 then have my ICE- ka chang... haha NICE..... then typeing this... later 4.30 need to go for PICNIC don noe why... just follow.... i will be online tonight ba... i will try.... cos i MISS u very much..... yaya.... my small sis nagging la.... wanna use com.... later kana kill....~~~~ LOL okok gtg bb.... good day ahead MISS u!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109980936272511431?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109980936272511431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109980936272511431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109980936272511431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109980936272511431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-hello-long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109974511397883073</id><published>2004-11-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:45:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ f e e l i n g s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;` f e e l i n g __&lt;/span&gt; slightly embarassed. kinda lonely. bored. hungry. tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;` n o t  f e e l i n g __&lt;/span&gt; angry. upset. jealous. sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;` t h i n k i n g  a b o u t __&lt;/span&gt; fredric- wad he's doing. *him*- wad he said to me. how is was trying to upset me n make me jealous. how childish he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;` t r y i n g  t o __&lt;/span&gt; feel sorry for *him* n this other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;` t o k i n g  t o __&lt;/span&gt; *him*- juz now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;` a b o u t __&lt;/span&gt; his new gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;` l i s t e n i n g  t o __&lt;/span&gt; delta goodrem - predictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;` l o o k i n g  a t __&lt;/span&gt; computer screen typing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;` h a v i n g __&lt;/span&gt; nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;` l o o k i n g  f o r __&lt;/span&gt; nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;` l o v e s __&lt;/span&gt; bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;` h a t e s __&lt;/span&gt; the loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;` c r a v e s  f o r __&lt;/span&gt; chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;` h o p i n g  f o r __&lt;/span&gt; some miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;` d r e a m i n g  a b o u t __&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;` u s i n g __&lt;/span&gt; computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;` w a n n a  g o __&lt;/span&gt; beach n stargaze with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;` s m i l i n g  b e c a u s e __&lt;/span&gt; i know you are always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;` c r y i n g  b e c a u s e __&lt;/span&gt; i cant see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;` l a u g h i n g  b e c a u s e __&lt;/span&gt; of childishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;` w a n n a  s a y __&lt;/span&gt; i really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;` m i s s i n g __&lt;/span&gt; someone important by me side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;x._______[ i . l o r v e . y 0 o ]_______.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109974511397883073?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109974511397883073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109974511397883073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109974511397883073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109974511397883073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/f-e-e-l-i-n-g-s.html' title='`__ f e e l i n g s'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109972983869581982</id><published>2004-11-06T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T16:30:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ f i n a l l i~</title><content type='html'>* i r e n ee *&lt;br /&gt;heyaz~ Aiyo... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;finally can blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Didn't blog yesterday! Cuz &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;server error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can't even post. Hehe. But yesterday, I was talking to Fredric on the internet. Ok, I wont go on about what happen yesterday because it was just another &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;normal boring school day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Today, what did I do today? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I woke up at 8.30am. I was awake eariler than that, by my dog Leo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;His barking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I was trying to get back to sleep. And I toss and turn, toss and turn. And I just couldnt sleep! So after a long long time, I finally get up and get changed. When I went to see the time, it was 8.30am. My mom was watching Tv. So I watched with her. Then I went to brush my teeth and took some bread myself and eat. I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hungry then! Haha. Then the rest of my family woke up. My cousin, Martin woke up as well. He was preparing to go to school for his exams. Then my sista switched on the other Tv to watch. [we got 3 Tvs in our house] I bugged her to turn on the rage da MTV ones. Then there was a few songs on like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Delta Goodrem - Out of the blue, Jojo - Leave (Get out) and "this guy.." and Amy Lee - Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Wah. So nice. Then yeah. I continue eating my bread. After a while, my cousin was out. Then after a while later, my mom told us to go get changed. Cuz we are going out. Argh, changed again. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yer yer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, so I went to get changed. Then go out to Habour Town and shop. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I spent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;$55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think. Yer.. I bought a pink top and 2 jeans. One jeans for me, the other one for my sista, her birthday present. Suddenly spent so much. I was going to buy something esle! Cuz I saw the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tinned bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again! Aww. I was going to buy it. I just browse through it really quickly. Then I saw got one is Leo. But I wanted the month "August" instead of Leo. Wah, Fredric just sent me an email. Lol. He wont b online tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-h i s. m e s s a g ee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hello i am now in my cousin .house ......  em...... tonight many ppl wanna use com so i will not be online..., ya the blog still cannot use.... so msg here first la.... haha.... well ya i gtg bye good nitez sweet dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, anyway. Yeah. I think I spent more money on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than on my sister. I couldnt find her any nice clothes! Cuz she is so skinny and small! Well, she's only 12 anyway. But. She is so small size. Like me. But at least I can find nice clothes now. So I didn't end up buying any tops for her. I just bought her jeans. That she saw she liked. Hehe. Ok, this is all. I'll stop here. Everyone who is reading this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wish you have a nice day~ Muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109972983869581982?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109972983869581982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109972983869581982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109972983869581982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109972983869581982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/f-i-n-l-l-i.html' title='`__ f i n a l l i~'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109957294368114283</id><published>2004-11-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:55:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;* f r e d r i c *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~… siaz…. Today my com ….. fever… any how do things… msn cannot sign  n, blog cannot write… need to ma fun Irene to help me blog in….. today morning I work up at 10 plus use com  for a while… then go out with my mom she and I go JP my mom go to don noe do what SPA … I go and find job then go my cousin house to play PS2 play com…. His com is the best and the fastest…  haha then went to buy some snack then went home….. have my dinner and try to online… okok is short…. Lol okok gtg good nite sweet dream…. Miss u~ as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 u r. s 0 n gg` -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;/ / y 0 u. a r e. a l l. i. e v e r. n e e d \ \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If I was to say goodbye tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If I had to leave you tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I would cherish your love today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If we are going to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Together .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;leave me the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Together .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are all I ever need&lt;br /&gt;I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Like love has never been alone&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one I’m thinking of&lt;br /&gt;With your love I ever own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Let the rain fall on you&lt;br /&gt; Like the love I pour on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Let it be a secret key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Let me be the one to unlock your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Together .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Our heart we will love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Together .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are all I ever need&lt;br /&gt;I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Like love has never been alone&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one I’m dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109957294368114283?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109957294368114283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109957294368114283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Why do you need the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cause you could have get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Get over it today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What's the whole crying over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Being negative of letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cause time could heal it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I could live happier than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[chrous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm never looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to the things I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And why you left me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cause I know I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll be happier today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you think you coud get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;From upseting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can be stronger than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When I know it'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cause time could heal it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll be over you sooner than you thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I could feel my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Smiling at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Feeling the heartbeat. The heartbeat in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I could see the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shining so brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It will be a brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll be happier, happier today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`i r e n ee` written this song to tell someone that I could live without them. I have learnt not to look bk, not to cry. And I hope anione who has been heartbroken will be the same. Dun be angry wit yourself cuz sometimes it's not ur fault. You will find yourself again. You'll be happier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109957109439069450?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109957109439069450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109957109439069450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109957109439069450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109957109439069450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/h-p-p-i-e-r-t-o-d-y.html' title='[ h a p p i e r. t o d a y ]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109956937312567792</id><published>2004-11-04T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:56:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ cant sign in...</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;urgh. Cant sign in to msn. So bored. Haha. Today is an0ther day. Not very tired though. I had enough sleep anyways. Well. I went to school. But I wasn't the first to arrive! Sarah was. So I talked to her. She went to the excursion and she said it was fun. Well, she went on "the leap of faith". Where you have to climb 10 metres n leap to try and to get swing type thingy. Lol. Finally! Can sign in. Today seemed to be extra long. The time is ticking slow. Erm. I had Science first n we did 2 experiments. I listened hard and try to understand what the teacher was saying. I juz felt like being hardworking today. Then went to Maths. Did Latitude n Longtitude stuff. Argh. Thinking about exams. In week 7. Now is week 3 already. Going to end of week 3. Damn. Haha. Then had recess. Bought some lollies. Lol. From Leanny cuz she did a business thing. And then had S&amp;E. I kept buggin Atiah to tell me who that secret crush of mine is. Lol. She didn't wan to tell me. And she went and tell Leanny and Emma! That was so mean. I didn't ask any further. Then had English. Read 2 articles. Boring. Then had lunch! Just stand around and talk. And Tricia had 2 piggy tails tied on. By Emma. So cute! Haha. And Sarah and her was playing around. Then had. Cooking class. So glad. Didn't have those annoying boys. Lol. Worked with Gwen. We made home-made pasta. Which was crappy. Lol!  Then went home. Do homework eat dinner shower. Listen to music. And watch "The Simpsons". Lol. So lame. Then came online.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. It was going to b short! But I can't help it. Lol wrote a song. Post it later. In my bag. Called "Happier Today". It's nice. Ok. Going to chat now! Hehe muacks to all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109956937312567792?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109956937312567792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109956937312567792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109956937312567792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109956937312567792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/cant-sign-in.html' title='`__ cant sign in...'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109949872907425294</id><published>2004-11-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:18:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAY &lt;/span&gt;lat at night..... u must be sleeping... i did lots of thing tonight..... But most of all i bought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"RINGS"&lt;/span&gt; ok... i meet cornelius, zhi yang, yani pei yee, wei sheng, janice, wati , ah rape haha... it is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YANI &lt;/span&gt;birthday so we go celebrate and i haven buy ring so i go and buy.... we went to banquet to eat... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CLAY POT CHICKEN RICE&lt;/span&gt; wah!!! is nice.... we eat with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EXPRESSION&lt;/span&gt; like cornelius ate some chili... by mistake of chicken meat..LOL blur...  then i eat without blowing the heat off... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAHHHH!!!! HOTTTT!!!!&lt;/span&gt; lol then every one laugh!! thats good... every one is happy.. i wanna watch the movie &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SHARK TALES&lt;/span&gt; at 6.30 cos i can later go back home to talk to Irene... then got malay... the paoSa... means.... cannot eat till seven.... from morning till 7.... they are very hungry.... so no choice... sorry.... then the next show at 8.50.... so we have time then go waalk then buy ring..... when you see the ring... there is a "half heart" is one special ring.. the first 1.... and name inside the ring.... another half heart is with my ring... is a pair.... ya... pretty nice.... it come with size.... mine is size 16 yours is 13.... i keep it with care... and i awaiting for your ring.... haha.... then we took some neo prints.... so funny!!! i was standing beside the cam when it take... lucky got many shots.... haha.... then went for the show.... it started at 9 instead of 8.50... haha.... the show is not bad... funny.... i though not nice.... but it turn out good.... i don tell you about the show... go watch... is good...and funny...then i took mrt home when finish ya... thats all.... bye,.... u should be looking at it iin sch ba...lol don get caught...,.. ahahaha good nitez sweet dreamz and.... i will always miss u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109949872907425294?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109949872907425294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109949872907425294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109949872907425294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109949872907425294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-now-is-way-lat-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109948506359228255</id><published>2004-11-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:31:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;argh! Today is so bored! Today, not many of the girls in my group was in skool. And there was like only me, Emma, Tricia, Karen, Cindy, Gwen and Janice there! Gees. All the other girls went for excursion and Chelsea went to Sydney. So bored without them around. Today, I had first up is S&amp;E. There was only me and Emma on our desks. Such loners. Hahas. We were talking about our family. And she speaks Italian! How amazing! And she told me about her first experience of being asked out. Lol. I told her mine. We were in the library then. Doing research. Then, I went to English. Lol. I thought it was recess already! But then I suddenly remembered. So I went to my English class. I did nothing in English. Cause, I finished all my work. I didn't bother to tell the teacher cuz she would give me more work to do. I knew it. Lol. I just like draw and rub draw and rub away. Then finally, recess time. But no one's here. I just talked to Karen. Then went to Maths. The teacher finished marking our papers. Which was good. And guess what? I got 100% for it! I dunno how I had to react. She even said it in front of the class. omg. I almost died of embarassment. Lol. I was glad thought. It's cool. Then I went to Science. We had a Science test! I totally forgot about it! And I was sitting there. A loner. Lol. Cause Leanny and Chelsea normally sits besides me. And Leanny's on the excursion. Then had lunch. I sat there. Eating bread. Then walked and stand under the sun with Cindy, Gwen and Karen. Then Cindy was eating chocolate. She offered me some. Well, I took some. Lol. Chocoholic freak. Then we had Japanese. I sat with Tricia cause Leesa's not in skool. And the stupid guys behind us was sooooo annoying. They kept making smart comments. And they were sooo loud. I mean it's not a bad thing to be loud. But they were pretty offensive too! I was so annoyed with them. Then I had cooking class. We had a relief teacher and he's so grumpy. He got the guys to go outside and stuff. Well, basically he just hates them. I was also talking to Ben and Shane who was opposite me. When I was suppose to be doing work. Lol! But they asked so many questions! Almost going to home time. Tyson came and annoy me with his hat. He kept putting his hat on my head. Finally, home time! Yays. Walked across oval to meet my sistaz. Then hopped into the car. They were going to Crazy clark! And they didn't tell me and I had to tag along. Oh well. I ditched them to walk by my own in there. Well, I came across a little tin with a little bear wearing a gem necklace in it. It was so cute. And it was for the month of Feburary. Well, I thought about you then. So I was looking for August. But turns out that, that was the last tin over there! Aww.. I didn't buy it. I went home later. Then blah blah. Did homework. Dinner. Slack. Shower. Watch Tv. Come online. So bored! And you are not online. Aww. So bad. Oh yeah. I sent over the ring this morning. I dunno when it will arrive. But within 1 week. I think. Hehe. Ok. Wish you have a great nite. Good night and sweet dreams. Muacks to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109948506359228255?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109948506359228255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109948506359228255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109948506359228255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109948506359228255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-r-e-n-ee-argh-today-is-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109947021981941143</id><published>2004-11-03T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:23:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssad to say.... i don think i can meet you tonight  cos my frenz birthday.... gtg... then... she is malay fasting,,... so her plan is go eat then watch movie..... haiz..... but i think i go eat dinner with them only..... then i come home.... so may be i be late or not turn up.... sorry,,... just rafly what i did today.... i work up at 11am.... cos.... i don wanna wake up earily then i wake up late lor... then i use com for a while... then went outfind my mom to eat lunch at resturant.... but i went there is already half eaten.... got my mom frenz which is church ppl there is i shut up and eat..... after that... i got so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PISS UP&lt;/span&gt; DAmn you think i dog ah!! said waht &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"HELP MI FINISH PLS"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the hell&lt;/span&gt;!!! i really feel like a dog.... call me go there eat the left over.... i not going anymore.... then i went home use com..... use use use happy then suddenly rain cat and dog... i heard 2 thunder at a time.... so scary.... lol... not my day ..... some more cannot talk to Irene tonight..... more angry... why always like that.... why need me to chose.... &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;why!!&lt;/span&gt; If there is a choice i would choose to stay at home..... haiz,.... untill now.... stop raining.... i now going to change fish water.... then need to bath lao ya.... HOPE TO C U TONIGHT (&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;YOU ARE ALL I EVER NEED&lt;/span&gt;) MISSING U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109947021981941143?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109947021981941143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109947021981941143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109947021981941143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109947021981941143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-ssad-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109939701971451255</id><published>2004-11-02T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:03:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ h e l l ooo~</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;hello~~ Hehe. Today, I feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dunno why. Juz kept like the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;high spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Well. This morning, I had the first &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2 periods of sport! Bball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hehe. And it was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I shot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; goals. Lol. And missed like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. I find that funny thought. I didn't think I would shot any goals. But I was actually feeling pretty confident lol. Then end of sport, guess what?! &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cindy poured water down my shirt! Ahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then I was going to get her back. But I only splash a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;water on her. And she poured like a whole heap on me! Hehe. Then I went into the changing room to change. &lt;em&gt;Wah.&lt;/em&gt; My face all red. Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Then I went to recess. Talked to Masar. Then had English. Read an article. Again. Haha. Then had S&amp;amp;E. We were in the library to do a multi-cultural Australia task research. I wrote about 3/4 page of notes. All from the books Leanny found. I just sat on the desk and write. Lol. Then we had lunch. I showed her the song [you took my breath away]. She said it was really really nice. I told her it was written by you. Hehe. And she was like "Wow. Wished I could write like that!" Lunch ends. I went to Science class. The teacher wasn't in school and we had a relief. Well, the teacher was the kind who all students doesn't like. But turns out that the first word she said to me was a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. Then I did a few question on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;electricity crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again. Then we had Maths. I was hoping we could get our test results back. But we didn't. Other class did! That was so unfair. Well, the teacher told us that she hasn't finished marking them yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[Slow].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And because of this student in our class called Tyson. He hasn't done the test yet. And if we got our test back. Someone might tell him the answers. Gees! I hope I get it back soon. I have a feeling. That it's going to be something good. In class, I asked Leanny if we had any homework. And we didn't! &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Haha. Surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Cos we got quite a few last week. So finally it's end of school after Maths. I was so glad. Walking through the oval with Leesa and Karen. After that Mom drove us home. I didn't do much. Just walk around the house and annoy Leo. Lol. Then I went to shower then have my dinner. After dinner I sat down to watch Tv. Eating chocolate. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. Better stop here. It's a long day. But a long day that's worth living for. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm glad. Miss ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109939701971451255?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109939701971451255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109939701971451255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109939701971451255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109939701971451255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/h-e-l-l-ooo.html' title='`__ h e l l ooo~'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109939563194436433</id><published>2004-11-02T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:40:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! Believe it or not.... I have known Irene for&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ONE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! wow!! lol... and we are creating a song together.... Now is haft way through.... I'm currently waiting for her to online..... ok... let's talk about today...I wake up at 10+.... waken by &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;THE PHONE&lt;/span&gt;.... My frenz called.... to ask what time to meet later..... i watch &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;JU-ON 2&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for the time to pass.. wow.. is pretty scary.... LOL em.... then i went to bath dress up and meet my frenz!!! I went with Ian, Cornelius, Zhi Yang and Pei Yee to clark key... but there under service.... lol so we walk to a hotel... and as for vacance.... who noes.... the lady in charge told me that only under NS what!!! okk... i was clam.... then went off.... we went to.... bugis...ya.... walk around.... and i was finding &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ring&lt;/span&gt;... but coulden find it.... so sad... i want to buy then don have,... when i don have money that time the ring come out... what the.... nvm... so my frenz brough &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bleach Power&lt;/span&gt; to dye.... but i could hardly see his hair.... LOL Not to said the name... haha... funny guy... ya.... actually i wanted to stay over at Cornelius house with Zhi Yang.... but marcus is going too... not i don like him is that.... i cant talk to Irene online.... That will be the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SADESS&lt;/span&gt; thing for me now... So i decided not to go.... wahha... say at home talk to her..... sleep at one man bed alone wahah... okok i stop for now.... Irene is here.... ok cya.... take care... good nitez  sweet dream.... MISS U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109939563194436433?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109939563194436433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109939563194436433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109939563194436433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109939563194436433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-hello-believe-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109931290420860978</id><published>2004-11-01T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T20:41:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HEELLOW!!!!! Wahahaha!!! what's wrong with me..... I feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HIGH .... &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What i did today.... em... oh ya... I went for a&lt;/span&gt; SPORT YA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  First 2 hour of scoccer.... wah.... leg is SOOO tired... then when i wanna play basketball..... all wanna go home... then.. nvm...4get it... i went home..... online.... play some game.... online one... ya.... then look at some web site connected to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OUR BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  em... till.... four + my mom ask me to go perpare to cook for tonight dinner. From the friday ba or so i have been cooking.... i don noe why.... but  what i noe... is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ORDER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... i COOk! As usual every thing was in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... cook cook cook.... then....&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FIniHS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; eat eat eat.... then..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FinISh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;last thing i wanna do is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ONLINE!!! YaYA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;talking to irene now..... ya.... about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thats all i do la.... so.... have a nice WEEK good nitez sweet dream!!! miss u!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109931290420860978?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109931290420860978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109931290420860978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109931290420860978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109931290420860978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/fredric-heellow-wahahaha-whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109931037492839004</id><published>2004-11-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:59:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;an0ther day passed... so tired. Whao... dunn0 wad i did todae.. oh yea.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing in the m0rning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;/ / m a t h s . t e s t \ \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !! so bad luck... I onli &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was gonna have a test laz nite! But I didnt study ahahaha.. I onli like look through my revision sheet for.... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?! Haha.... hehe.. atiah asking me wad is "horz"... cuz she looking thru all the sg blogs.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. i oso dunno hw to explain to her.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. okay oh.. then i had science.. did that.. umm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;calculating current, resistance n voltage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; crap.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. ok.. electricity. I knew how to do that. But the teacher juz kept.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t0king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. lol. So I juz comtinue doing work. when she told us all to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SIT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Then I had recess.. nothing happen.. oh actually, I walked pass Elwin n his group of friends. He didnt see mi.. I saw him by accident.. But I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; say anithing.. n i didnt look bk or anithing. Juz normal. Then from my bk, I could hear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear, I did hear my name. But I didnt look bk. I remain silence. They were toking abt mi. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. hope itz not sumthing bad. Then I had career ed.. I went to see ur entry. N i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; laughed.. lol.. in class while teacher toking.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I had Japanese.. lol.. still didnt understand a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. But I wrote a song. I'll post sumtime later.. or tomorrow. Cuz i left my bag in my room. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go take.. Now that i've got my room back. Then had lunch. I went to the indoor bball courts n watch those group of guys play bball. Oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then I saw Elwin. Again. Geez.. how many times do i have to see him in a day. But I watched aniwayz. Masar waz like asking me questions. And I waz like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;wad?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" N she said "oh, stop looking at elwin." So I waz lyke "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;wad?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" hehe.. I waz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. lolx. But I waznt looking at him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then after that I had English.. Read an article. Then had S&amp;amp;E. Watch "brat camp". Then yea.. end of skool &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol! Oh.. today.. I almost tripeed over&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! How bad luck.. lol.. good thing I didnt realli.. lol.. if not.............. lol.. it would b &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe.. oh.. so after skool. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I saw Elwin. He waz walking behind mi... I had a feeling.. lol.. he waz like pretending to like doesnt care! Lol.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wad the hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. I mean I dun realli care wad he's saying n stuff.. he doesnt have to pretend he doesnt know mi.. i mean we can still b friends n like say hi.. so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ungentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. Dunno where the Elwin I knew b4 went. Nvm.. I guess it waz like juz an act. I dun realli put it to heart aniway. Hehe.. yeah.. today I felt like so weird... ok better sotp here.. such a long entry! hehe..... yer.. u can read until... a long time bah. ok.. em.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wish u gd nitez n swt dreams! bubbles said he miss u too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109931037492839004?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109931037492839004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109931037492839004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109931037492839004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109931037492839004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109924084077511620</id><published>2004-10-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:40:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Fre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DriC*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello!!! At last I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BACk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;....!! free.... not really.... I'm pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;troublle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;as my friend are trouble too.... as..okok... i save for later..LOL Today.... morning i went to church...... learn some new thing from God.... After church... is about 12+? I went to find my friend cornelius and Zhi yang to have lunch at jurong west blk500+ thats what we call it.... we went to jurong to meet other two frenz Jane and Wendy both my God sis.... smaller sis... lol.. meet them to give them our school ava photo cos their part of our ava team. So after that we went to look aaround at ice-skating ring .... is my idea.... i love that place although i am not good at it. Then my frenz wen with me to look for music lesson....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PIANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!!!! WOW.... i hope that i can put my hand on the keyboard soon.... I went home to sleep after that....(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LAZY BOY)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm sorry to dissapoint you if u think i am hardworking boy.... haha em... i slept for about 1 hour? then feel that is not enough... so.... fell back to bed again..... wah!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;damn SHIOK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SWAN!! I love it.... lol... Then wait until two hours about 6 lao then i wake up.... wash my dad's car then went back home rest... THEN my dad say wannago library... ask if i wanna go with him but i say later...(I did not go) My MOm cant cook cos cut finger... so I cook.... ya.... waste my time... i wanna cook lao then say wanna go out to eat then i waited..... and waited and waited..... WAHHH!!! say don one go lao!!! is already 8.10!!!! i meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; IRENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; On line at 8!!! My sis also wanna use com... so she use first... then i go cook... i  got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NO FEELING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to cook... cos i wanna talk to her..... But i jus cook la.... ok... BLA BLA BLA....ok then faster cook faster eat. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ONLINE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAYA!!!!! At last man... luckily she still online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;...(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;phew*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ya.... did some talking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;then there was this Piece of news.... saying...." Her family next year will be coming to Singapore..... mainly to sell their flat..... then... After that Her father(Mr LEE) wanna go India for one year for a better job position as manager... is pretty good chance that her dad don wanna miss it.... ok... now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IRENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; opp, she don wanna go..... so her parent say....  in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MANLY VOICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"OK SINCE U DON WANNA GO.... HOW ABOUT STAYING IN YOUR AUNT HOUSE FOR A YEAR TILL WE COME BACK....)Then Irene in a sweet voivee( WHy not put me back in SINGAPORE with my another aunt) then her parent say.... i'll think about it.... I really hope she can come to Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THATS ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ok... all i can do now is pray.... and.... ask her not too think so much.... the Lord will guild. ok.. i think is enough for now... And....wait wait!! lol still got some more..... We first talk on around 3 oct till now is almost 1 month.... but i don feel like one month.... to me... is like a year..... i am really glad to have you by my side.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MISS YOU SO MUCH!! Good nitez and AND GOOD DAY AHEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109924084077511620?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109924084077511620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109924084077511620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109924084077511620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109924084077511620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-at-last-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109922522743436735</id><published>2004-10-31T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:20:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ p 0 s t. n o. 1 0 0</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;dis is the 100th post entry so far. I wondered. I wondered where you are at the moment. Well.. I wanted to talk to you about something.. some things I have in mind at the moment. Erm... The 100th post.. a lonely one. I'm starting on a new song. Working on it. Dunno y, but I'm in a mood to write one since like... 30 minutes ago. But I havent thought of much. Maybe cause I was thinking about some other things as well. Well, I want to create something new. I dunno. So bored.. really bored.. you are not here to share my problems with me.. wished you could come online.. soon. Miss ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109922522743436735?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109922522743436735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109922522743436735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109922522743436735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109922522743436735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/p-0-s-t-n-o-1-0-0.html' title='`__ p 0 s t. n o. 1 0 0'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109919615663168640</id><published>2004-10-31T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T12:15:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ h e y a z</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;umm.. seemed lyke u had a tough n tiring nite laz nite. Since you didn't post anything.[&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] Umm... yeah. Itz afternoon now,&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; juz passed 12 noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I woke up late to dis morning at 10.30am. Well, ever since I woke up, I went to brush my teeth. Then I ate breakfast while watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hehe.. Yeah, that's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. After that, I didn't do anything. So I came online for a to have a look and see if there's any new blog entries. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; There isnt. Oh well. Today is Sunday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Gonna get my room back. But of course, I can't get too happy. I mean, yeah, I'm sad that my grandparents and uncle is leaving. Going back to KL. I would miss them. Like I've always do. But maybe it's time again, to live our separate lives, like before. Hey, I'm going into this "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;poetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" version on my entry again. Lol. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Umm, I havent written a new song yet. Well, I can't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of one at the moment. There's no inspiration. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Oh, yesterday, I got really frustruted. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah. Cause everything turns out so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;badly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;at night. Well, I was interupted several times. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the phone! And the third time I dc for the person to call back, guess what? They didn't even &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; So I put down the phone and waited and see if they called back again. Cause, maybe it's connection problem. But, they didn't. So I went online again. Until about 11 pm. I was pretty tired by then. And the blog thing didn't really worked. So I tried to publish the blog for about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;4, 5 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Until it worked. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Phew~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was really really frustruting. Lol.. so I turned on some piano music to calm me down. I was listening to [&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe piano version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] while putting up my 4th tried entry. Unforuntately, it didn't work. Until the 5th blog.. Oh, I have typed so long already. I better stop here. Wish everyone who is reading this have a wonderful day.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Blessings from bubbles and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;^_^ miss ya~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109919615663168640?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109919615663168640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109919615663168640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109919615663168640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109919615663168640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/h-e-y-z.html' title='`__ h e y a z'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109914450371807523</id><published>2004-10-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:55:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ d a y d r e a m i n gg`</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;4th time trying to post entry.... =( dunno dis one will sucess or not.. well... didnt do much todae.. hehe.. i realli too tired to write down what happen to the 3 other posts already.. lol... well.. i waz being slack todae.. hehe.. listening to music n singing.. onli got 1 fone call. ok... dun wanna wryte down who called already.. hehe... i wrote down dis like my 4th time.... lol.. ok lar.. i'll stop here.. my purpose is to say good nite to u.. n sweet dreamz.. umm.. all the rest is not important ^_^ soo.. good nite! n sweet dreamz! Hehe.. mUackiex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109914450371807523?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109914450371807523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109914450371807523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109914450371807523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109914450371807523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/d-y-d-r-e-m-i-n-gg.html' title='`__ d a y d r e a m i n gg`'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109913402410261275</id><published>2004-10-30T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T19:00:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.... just a quick notice that i 90% wont be online tonight cos my mama want be to go out with her,..... haiz.... i cannot don go.... ya... sorry.... and.... may be i will... be pretty late tonight..... ya... so don wait for me..... and after my breakfast i only surf net and watch a VCD call hell boy.... i am in a hurry..... so cya!!! good nite sweet dreamz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109913402410261275?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109913402410261275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109913402410261275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109913402410261275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109913402410261275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109911535049782538</id><published>2004-10-30T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T13:49:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~~ I just came back from......BreakLunch (combination)  ya... from down stair.... cos my neighbour daughter got married... so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOOD FOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is served&lt;/span&gt;!! YA!!! Is luck for me to have such wonderfull food this month..... is a lucky day for her too.!!! Happy for her,... is just bored now.... may be going out... later... ya.. thats all that happen... Irene off line le..sob*sob*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109911535049782538?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109911535049782538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109911535049782538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109911535049782538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109911535049782538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-i-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109909919370051052</id><published>2004-10-30T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T09:19:53.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ m0rning again..</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;heylo~ hehe.... yer.. online &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;m0rning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again.... im going to online juz for a while... i'll b online at night instead.... hehe.. well.. laz nite.. i went to slp at about 10+ pm.. I waz sitting on my bed &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to wryte a song. But nothing turn out good. I dunno y, I juz couldnt &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Well.. I took my camera laz nite as well.. n yer took pic wit my cousin. Dat's all.. Nothing &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to take actuallix. I started drawing laz nite.. heheh.. but cant tell wad i draw.. itz secret. Erm... dis morning, I woke up at 8.40am like that. Then ate a bit of breakfast then come online n insert a blog.. 0kie.. i'll stop here... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wish everyone have a nice dae~ muAckiez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109909919370051052?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109909919370051052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109909919370051052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109909919370051052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109909919370051052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/m0rning-again.html' title='`__ m0rning again..'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109905973351885033</id><published>2004-10-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:22:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wow.... online for a while only.... lol... em.... i went to my grandpa house just now to.... c him... YEP... is is still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;STEADY&lt;/span&gt;..... LOL.... &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don noe what to said when i c him.... I not so clos with my father side.... grand pa..... i wonder..... the horoscope ask to bring camera for what..., ther is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NOTING&lt;/span&gt; to take..... LOLya... thats all... GOOD  NITEZ for ALLs!!!! sweet dreamzs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109905973351885033?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109905973351885033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109905973351885033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109905973351885033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109905973351885033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-wow_29.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109905394147877074</id><published>2004-10-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:45:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ *y a w n x*</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. yer.. i know. I juz came bk from my aunt's place! Hehe... umm... yeah.. juz dropping by to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;good nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to u and everyone esle who is reading this now.. Well, took sum pictures at my aunt's house.. I took a few pic with my cousin Annora.. n 2 of her pictures. Well.. she look so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cuteeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. but.. she's so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;noti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hehehe.... I waz drawing her a birthday card for her fwend cuz her fwendz birthday tomorrow.. hehe.. btw, she's onli &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 and half yrs old&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. lol... in case u didnt know.. well.. u didnt lol. Keke.... everyone have a sweet dream tonitex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;// muAckiexx \\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109905394147877074?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109905394147877074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109905394147877074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109905394147877074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109905394147877074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/y-w-n-x.html' title='`__ *y a w n x*'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109902950777509942</id><published>2004-10-29T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:58:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ 1. 2. 3. h e h e. b 0 r e dd.`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;`i r e n ee`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hEylo. hehe s0 &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; eh.. online for abt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hours now...... all this times, i have been doing lots of stuff... like updating the blog... doing up the tagboard n stuff.. toking to fredric.. toked to corene, jenny, andy n wc. but onli short conversation.. oh ya.. n glenn all offline already.... now oso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to do.. maybe going offline soon oso bah. My house is now very messy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;very very messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -_-` lol.. dunno how to clean up... gonna have mi room bk on mondae.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... hehe... oh fredric looking at the horoscopes websites... heaps of them... lol.. stop here 4 da moment......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109902950777509942?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109902950777509942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109902950777509942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109902950777509942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109902950777509942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/1-2-3-h-e-h-e-b-0-r-e-dd.html' title='`__ 1. 2. 3. h e h e. b 0 r e dd.`'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109902453094660635</id><published>2004-10-29T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:35:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:*FreDriC***!@#$%"&gt;*FreDriC***!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long since i create a song... well.... now i got the emotion... lets do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You took My breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Time to go you board the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Is pain for me you go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just kiss goodbye to yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thinking of you makes me Crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is goodbye.. but not TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;when I saw you here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not as in Love is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but Faith has brought us here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Is Love that HAS been here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The day we met has been a day i remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Is not for now but for enternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I love you as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Not my eyes was seen but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;my HEART who FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;when I saw you here today&lt;br /&gt;Not as in Love is here&lt;br /&gt;but Faith has brought us here&lt;br /&gt;Is Love that HAS been here...&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;There was something amiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A person who i miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;is all i ever Dream off~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Is like a wonder, that God has brought us here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I want you to know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You took my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when I saw you here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not as in Love is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but Faith has brought us here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Is Love that HAS been here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is From my heart... is the heart who love not the eyes who make judement on the book cover.... BE LOVE AND TO LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109902453094660635?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109902453094660635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109902453094660635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109902453094660635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109902453094660635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-it-has-been-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109901874785316022</id><published>2004-10-29T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:59:07.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****FreDriC****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WOW!! Good morning guys.... this is the morning express... em.... feeling good to be in the morning.... but morning is the shortest!! nvm.... lol.... em.... yesterday after u off line i was still online for an Hour ++ then went to watch SREAK 2 is pretty funny show..... is a fun show.. u guys should watch it.... em.... this is the morning... what can i said...oh.. i am now.... talking to&lt;/span&gt; irene... and..em....&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THINK WHAT TO WRITE&lt;/span&gt;!!! haha... nvm... thats about it.... bye Miss U~!~!~! have a&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; good day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109901874785316022?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109901874785316022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109901874785316022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109901874785316022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109901874785316022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-wow-good-morning-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109901524483183942</id><published>2004-10-29T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:00:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ m 0 r n i n gg`!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;`i r e n ee`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;m0rning~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hehe.... itz mi.. lol.. i juz did up the blog.. does it look better now?! Lol.. hehe.. h0pefully.. finally have a new &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now.. n0w everyone who cums in can post their comments! &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hehe so happi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Okok.. well.. now is g0ing to 10am soon.. maybe not so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"morning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; animore.. but I get woken up by my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sistaz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. lol.. n i cant slp animore.. well..... hehe.. i tink now.. u r slping.. hehe.. dunn0 wad tyme u went off the net laz nite eh? I waz realli tired.. n my mom got realli naggy at mi. So I had to go. So.. I juz woke up dis morning n do the remainings.. lol.... tonitex, Im going to my aunt's house for dinner. I probably wont b on da net.=( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keep the blog flowing in.. I'll b reading them! Erm.. well.. dis morning, I saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I woke up.. I thought abt wad u said laz nite. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What if one day, when I woke up in da morning n i dun see bubbles there animore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Erh.. dat would b scary.. lol.. i'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! But I h0pe it will never &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; happens.. umm.. i havent eat breakfast yet...&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so hungry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... im going to eat later... hehe.. umm.. i'll st0p here first... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wish u have a nice day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. n to anione who is reading this entry now, wish u have a nice day too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muackiex to all~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.:: b &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; b b l &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; s . m &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; z . y &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; . l &lt;strong&gt;0&lt;/strong&gt; t z ::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109901524483183942?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109901524483183942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109901524483183942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109901524483183942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109901524483183942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/m-0-r-n-i-n-gg.html' title='`__ m 0 r n i n gg`!!'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109896638049129414</id><published>2004-10-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:26:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ok!!! wahaha! is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turn now.... lol... what so happy?? maybe &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NObody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got chance to.. lol... em ok... today.... i work up at.... 9 ++ means.. almost 10.... ya.... i work up so early because my mom told me to eat breakfast with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GRANDPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ........ YA!!! long time never eat with him already... i like to eat with him... he is a nice guy... ya OF COURSE!! lol.. i don wanna turn back and regert.. i don noe what my happen the next moment... is better to do now while u still can.... after eating at the harkaw then go MAC for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; round!! lol cos my grandpa wanna go eat frence fry... don noe why he love it... most old ppl don like fried food... but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him... well... after that i did nothing but surf net..... lol... so is a wasting time....em.. too short!! ok... let me intro my Grandpa... he is a funny guy... like to tell joke... don noe how old... then... when my WHOLE family... include my coursin and all... went to GENting..... to have fun.... the first day we reach there... he is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;.... as in not in&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; SIGHt&lt;/span&gt; he went to gamble.... is was like every one is like tired... and wanna eat and there he is playing with MONEY&gt;&gt; lol every morning he is the first to wake the last to sleep!! HERO MAN.... lol... ya... thats all... gtg... cos... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;irene is BORED&lt;/span&gt;... haha.. ya.. BYE!!!&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; take care!!~~ MISS U~~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109896638049129414?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109896638049129414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109896638049129414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109896638049129414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109896638049129414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-ok-wahaha-is-my-turn-now_28.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109896468608038941</id><published>2004-10-28T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:58:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ 8 7 t h. p 0 s t.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;`&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; r &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hehe... s0 fast... almost &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1 m0nth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; since I've known u n wrytten in dis blog. Umm.. this is the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87th blog entries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe.. so much ryte? Yeah, I thought so too. Todae.. in da m0rning, our skool had an assembly. Lol. And I waz standing in fr0nt of Andy.. cos Chelsea told mi to.. hehe.. trying to squeeze in into da queue.. n then andy turn round (cos he heard his name mentioned) n like "wad?!" hehe.. good ting i didnt sit beside him.. if not i know he'll sure annoy mi n stuff.. ahaha.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*better dun let him read dis.. if not im dead!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hehe. Well when I went to skool this m0rning though, I found graffiti all over the skool! Hehe n the graffiti "Grass" on da grass lol! I wonder who would actualli do dis... so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"bo liao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol. Hey, Stefaine Sun g0t new album~! I think it'z worth buying lol.. quite nice. Hehe.. onli heard a bit on Tv n0w.. hehehe.... actualli todae I got pinched by noratiah.. cuz i waz &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*daydreaming*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol! And she pinched mi! Awww.. lol.. mi sick getter better cuz i drank heaps of water.. lol.. ummm... i decided not to go out on Sat ler.. cos I decided to take mi sis out next sat to choose her present herself. Argh g0t overseas fone call....... =( have to dc a while.. erh. lol.. itz my god kor. calling from Malaysia. Lol... umm dunno h0w long going to tok f0r neh.... hope not for very long bah... hehe... oh yeah wad did i do todae huh? umm... oh b4 skool ends laz 2 lesson I g0t cooking class.. n i cooked fish. Lol... actualli dis is wad itz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. but i didnt actualli &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;c0oked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da fish.. hehe.. i did the side salad decoration. Good thing Todae I can work wit Gwen.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;phew~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if n0t wit dat john guy again... he's so.. lazy.. lol.. laz time i worked wit him, he didnt do anithing.. n left everything for mi to do. Well.. then Beau came n t0ked n toked about crap stuff.. well.. not saying dat he's bad or anithing but itz juz like he's attention seeker.. n pretty much a trying to b smart.. i didnt realli toked to him. Hehe.. t0dae no hwk~ hehe like so good.. but then i started drawing. again. lol.. hehehhe... i know i know.. i draw everyday. &lt;em&gt;Erms..&lt;/em&gt; i tink dat's abt it i did todae.... hehe.. i'll st0p here.. cuz itz getting t0o long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=s w e e t. d r e a m=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109896468608038941?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109896468608038941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109896468608038941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109896468608038941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109896468608038941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/8-7-t-h-p-0-s-t.html' title='`__ 8 7 t h. p 0 s t.'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109887994343765598</id><published>2004-10-27T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:25:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~~ i was.... talking to u now and writing blog.... ok... what i did today...i went out in the morning.... went to my mom sch.... to carry some thing back home for her.... then went for breakfast..... it was all good until.... It started raining.....and i was late AGAIN.... to meet my fenz... so i hurry home back taxi then went to meet them... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt; before i did... my mom ask me to wear the wind beaker... cos is cold.... and... ok... i wear.... but went i went out... it stop raining.... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  so darm HOT...... lol.. is Wind breaker.... NO wind ah!! all got broke to pieces...so sad..... wah.... hot hot hot.... lol... but nvm... i was not fully cook.... em... then we wnet to hotel again.... but too late then only got 1 who wanna hired... for 6$/h but... is pretty far... so have to consider.... haha.... then i went back to eat till now.... i saw u.... Too happy.... lol...ok end now.... take care.... don walk in the rain when u sick ok? bye nitez~~ sweet dreamz... MIss UU&lt;br /&gt;                                  :   ) SMILE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109887994343765598?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109887994343765598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109887994343765598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109887994343765598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109887994343765598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109887841310224532</id><published>2004-10-27T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:00:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__ h e y az.</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;todae&lt;/span&gt;.. i'll try not to wryte &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long.. haha.. cuz i did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7 pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of science homework n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my english essay on poetry n 2 maths worksheet.. lol that's abt &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 day's of my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Lol.. todae.. same thing.. still sick.. but not tired! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Energised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. lol.. I drew again todae.. n my brain waz thinking alot todae.. i think i waz like.. realli realli concentrated todae.. well.. i believed in horoscope do u? Todae, my sign waz "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;step out of comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" n i did! Realli realli did.. hehe. Like so energised todae dunno y. Yesterdae. my god bro Stanley msg mi on msn n told mi sumthing.. he said his friend wan to know mi.. lol.. but i didnt get to tok to anione.. i waz looking for a wallpaper for my desktop.. a anime one.. lol. n i waz invited to Leanny's, Emma's n i think Cindy's bdae party next month.. lol.. they told mi so early. they said they r going to give mi an invition.. soon. Tomorrow is Thursdae.. hurhur.. then Friday is student freeee day.. means i'll b &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;freee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. lol.. well.. but i'll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;too free..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but on sat maybe im going out.. cos my sistaz going out.. n im going to buy her bdae present n she wont find out that i did! Lol.. but i dunno wad to buy for her... umm.. i'll b thinking.. hey u know.. when i waz S&amp;amp;e todae.. i waz doing sum questions on a book it waz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hell boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I waz about to write the word "feredation" n i ended writing.. "fred" then i thought.. &lt;strong&gt;erh?!&lt;/strong&gt; why im writing this.. lol.. then i remembered ur name is spelled like that as well.. lol.. then i rubbed it out.. hehe.. so funni.. ohh.. hehe i'll stop here.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^ have a nice dae.. erm. erm. n hehe good nitez.. n swt dreamx miz ya! Bubbles.. hehe too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109887841310224532?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109887841310224532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109887841310224532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109887841310224532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109887841310224532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/h-e-y-az.html' title='`__ h e y az.'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109879957471585904</id><published>2004-10-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:06:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HIz..... sorry about today....i was out find job today..... until now... i rush!! myself back before 10 just to c if hope of  waiting was alive.... but sad to said.... u wasn't..... perhaps or maybe.... u are not feeling well at the moment..... and u are not feeling well in the morning..... I have been also wondering why..... why do i have to do this every time... why i always said sorry to u.... i try to change.... i try to come earily but your persent wasn't there....    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Ok.... for today..... in the morning i start to went out for job interview.... but to find out it was'nt good.. i wasted my morning.... and Went to eat BK with my frenz cornelius..... we went to lots of hotel and places looking for vacance... I have fun being together with my frenz.... before that he waited for mi for half and hour....lol i was late,.... ok then when we enter the hotel..... we would check up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH HIGH HIGH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Class toilet lol is fun.... not to pee.... but to check up the hair....loll(IMPORTAN) Cos is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;class ppl to stay.... and MONEY&gt;&gt;&gt; LOTZ OF them....lol GREED is not good for health.... ya ... so we check up manyS...... haha then after that at 3++ about 4 i went for audition..... for singing... Vocal.... i was DAmn nervous.... end up.... okok la... i mean is ok like she would give me chance for training for 4 month,.... if i am really confindent then i can perform on stage... cos i got the voice.... only.... lol BUT.... the training come with a price..... $$$$480!!!! wow..... ya.... this much.... for singing.... lol... then i said... &lt;strong&gt;LATER DUDE&lt;/strong&gt;...i give her a call in Thur.... to tell her..... i never tell my frenz cos is a lasst min thing... she called mi up ask me to go..... ya sorry frenz.... lol.... ya./... i did not go home.... i went find marcus my part time frenz.... lol so call la.... ya... and we go find JOB again.... we went in almost every cafe we c...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cos may be got chance..... haha.... until 9++ i rush home to c u... not my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;... LOL online...ya ..... thats ALL.... My though was to c u..... really miss u too.... haiz.... hope to be with u..... bye.. ya... u win lao..... good nitez sweet dreamsssss miss u~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109879957471585904?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109879957471585904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109879957471585904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109879957471585904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109879957471585904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hiz_26.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109879506907860481</id><published>2004-10-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:51:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>___` l 0 n e l y. n i t e z..</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;till dis moment of my life.. I am wondering where u r.. n wad u r doing... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*thinking*&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. wondering y u didnt come online.. this is one nite where i have focused on my right hand bottom side on my computer screen most of the time. I wonder... now &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[8.52pm]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I coughed.. lol.. again. Again n again.. listening to the tone u left behind. The tone that signified the distance between us.. looking over to bubbles.. thinking... where could u be? Dreaming.. hoping for dreams to come true. I'm sure. One day, it will happen. And I wonder.. when it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miss u&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I dunno if you would come online.. but I have to say.. good night. to u. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sweet dreams..&lt;/span&gt; this time round, I typed faster. But I typed slowly.. without your presence.. take care.. ^_^ &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;muAckiex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[8.58pm]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109879506907860481?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109879506907860481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109879506907860481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109879506907860481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109879506907860481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/l-0-n-e-l-y-n-i-t-e-z.html' title='___` l 0 n e l y. n i t e z..'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109879246106760813</id><published>2004-10-26T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:07:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`__you ni zai de mei yi tian.</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;`_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you ni zai de mei yi tian, wo gan dao heng an quan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;`_&lt;/span&gt;you ni zai de mei yi tian, wo hui you meng xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;`_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you ni zai de mei yi tian, wo hui shi shi ke ke de xiang ze ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;`_&lt;/span&gt;ying wei you ni zai de mei yi tian, shi wo de meng xiang cheng zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heya.. waiting for u to b online again.... wondering y u r not online yet.. umm.. well.. u know, i tink im getting a bit sick.. lol... again. Kept coughing n like sniff sniff all day today. In da morning, it waz a bit cold... n i waz already like that. But I juz ate sum medicine n go to skool. I waz the first one to arrive at skool. again. n i waz realli bored. I sat down and all i see in front of me is a brick wall.. n my bag... i looked up and starting thinking.. n daydreaming.. but well, i decided to do sumthing. So I took out paper from my bag n started drawing.. lol.. again! I drew n drew n drew n i have no idea how many ppl had walked pass mi. Until Sarah came. then Leanny. then all these ppl started coming. So I juz folded my paper into half n put inside my bag. I had sport in the morning. Played bball.. todae waz actualli more fun than last week. I had fun.. even though I didnt shoot ani goals in hurhurhur...Nothing interesting happened.. but during tute (onli last for 15 mins or so n we do nothing in there.).. i had a song in my head.. n i thought about u. So I started humming the song "lost without you".. over and over and over again. While walking home, I relieased I didnt look back. I didnt when he waz behind me. I didnt look at him 1 bit. It waznt good for mi. I knew that I have learnt not to look back. Because he is not worth, when he wouldnt look forward in search of me. I think he's over me now. I didnt think too much. I'm glad. Becos I hasnt cried for a long time.. except for.. ysd when i almost cried because i laughed too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-x- Bubble n mi miz ya! -x-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109879246106760813?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109879246106760813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109879246106760813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109879246106760813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109879246106760813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-ni-zai-de-mei-yi-tian.html' title='`__you ni zai de mei yi tian.'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109871231237903762</id><published>2004-10-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:51:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole com come to the end where all laughter end.... at 10 always... miss the time.... is also my sweetest moment..... miss u good nite sweet dream....to all who c at 10Pm(ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109871231237903762?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109871231237903762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109871231237903762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109871231237903762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109871231237903762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-whole-com-come-to-end-where.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109871171159748173</id><published>2004-10-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:41:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ laughing nitez. my swt memories ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;`i r e n ee`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;itz so funni tonite.. dunno y.. kept laughing n laughing n laughing... n umm.. first time... wit u.. laughing so much.. well.. itz juz so happi n perhaps the happiest dae for this month! Thanks for making my day.. brightening every single part of my dae.. dis is classified az our swt memories n no one can take it away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bubbles laughing at us for being silly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miss ya, good nitez muackiexx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109871171159748173?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109871171159748173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109871171159748173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109871171159748173'/><link 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style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Intro:&lt;br /&gt;I really missed you today&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to avoid my feelings&lt;br /&gt;But it stayed in me&lt;br /&gt;Like you’ve stayed in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said you’ve missed me&lt;br /&gt;What could I say to you?&lt;br /&gt;When you said you were thinking of me,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of you too.&lt;br /&gt;The purest heart, the saddest tears&lt;br /&gt;Was because you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;That time to time&lt;br /&gt;You did appeared in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I’m so lost in love…&lt;br /&gt;So lost without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Empty words is my concerns&lt;br /&gt;Missing you is not my freedom&lt;br /&gt;But I’m waiting right here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an answer&lt;br /&gt;I’m so lost in love,&lt;br /&gt;So lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said you love me,&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is smile&lt;br /&gt;To me the 3 words&lt;br /&gt;Is all I need from you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest word, the strongest love&lt;br /&gt;Was because of me and you&lt;br /&gt;That time time to time&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I’m so lost in love…&lt;br /&gt;So lost without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain, you can see the sun shining,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back, look forward&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you can see&lt;br /&gt;The 3 words&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always wanted to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an answer&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m so lost in love&lt;br /&gt;So lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lost without your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;`i r e n ee`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109870646991487698?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109870646991487698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109870646991487698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109870646991487698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109870646991487698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-in-love.html' title='[[ lost in love. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109870636094719704</id><published>2004-10-25T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:12:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ daydreaming all dae. ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;heys! ^^ hehe.. u know, the midi very nice.. but i dun haf the actual song.. lol.. so bad.. lol.. but i'll get it if I can.. sumtime.. well.. today, I was daydreaming all day. Well, in Science, the teacher was explaining sumting about voltage stuff... erh.. dunno exactly wad she waz toking abt.. but she waz saying &lt;strong&gt;something..&lt;/strong&gt; lol.. I waz drawing on a piece of scrap paper i found on my file. I waz drawing anime again.. lol.. well. rem that time I waz wryting the profile thingy in our blog? Well, i wrote down ur dream girl de "characteristics".. and then I thought abt that.. so I drew sumthing like that.. long hair.. n stuff.. can rem but I juz did roughly.. cuz I waz like bored.. again. Well, in maths, i did sum work lar.. haha.. I waz hardworking then k?! haha.. I waz pretty slack todae.. cuz I waz daydreaming. but I concentrated in English.. hehehhee.... in writing song.. cuz suddenly juz all the inspiration neh.. going thru my mind, I cant help writing it down.. a song I wrote called "lost in love". I got inspired cuz.......... lol.. i kept thinking if u were writing in the blog or not. And like. I thought abt how the blog look like.. n sumhow, the words "lost in love" sounded very familiar to me.. ahahaha... funny inspiration but the son gquite nice lyrics oso. And.... ahah.. wad waz I doing?! hehe.. umm.. in japanese, I waz writing down sum stuff.. n finally for once I sorta understood wad it waz toking about.. wait i said &lt;strong&gt;sorta&lt;/strong&gt; ok.. hehe.. umm.. yer.. n in lunch i norahtiah waz shouting "hey reeny (the nickname she gave me.. weird)! that's andy" lol.. n i waz like "yer i know..." itz not as if like i realli realli wanna know who he is.. lol! Anyhow, I waz looking at the blog to see if there's ani entries during my career ed class.. but nope.. cuz i think it was abt 11.30am or sumthing.. lol. n ur entry is like ...1+pm.. lol.. okie.. emm wad esle did i do todae huh? umm.. oh ya we watched a video called "brat camp". It's abt parents gathering all these students that had problems.. like.. got repel from skool 5 times.. or like heavy smoker.. or like dropped out of skool n stuff.. or like getting into fights.. n they were all taken to this camp thing n they had to live in the desert for like.. months! And the first thing they had to do waz to take out all their peircings.. one of the girl waz like "I have to take out all my peircing.....?" n she started sobing.. lol.. she had like 18 peircing in her body lol.. n she took them all out.. after.. 4 hours.. lol.. n one of this guy refused to take out his tongue peircing so.. he waz stubborn for... i dunno 3 days or sumthing.. it waz pretty bad.. cuz there was swearing n.. bad language.. n like violence.. lol.. hehe.. ok.. u r back now.. so i'll go n tok to u.. hehe.. have fun reading my song n my blog entry!! muAckiex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109870636094719704?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109870636094719704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109870636094719704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109870636094719704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109870636094719704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/daydreaming-all-dae.html' title='[[ daydreaming all dae. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109868079508992558</id><published>2004-10-25T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:06:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heloow!~~ i guess now u are most problely waiting sch to end..... haha.... or daydreaming... BTW i change the song to jayz chou the sever mile smell.... ( in chinese) i hope u like it.... it repensent... the distance we are in.... and ...... the love for u are like rain drop.... BUUT !!! if u don like it u are most welcome to change the midi... haha.... waiting for u to online line tonight.... miss u~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109868079508992558?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109868079508992558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109868079508992558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109868079508992558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109868079508992558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-heloow-i-guess-now-u-are-most.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109862429792099514</id><published>2004-10-24T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:24:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ a simple n plain n ordinary day. ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;hi ^^ itz mi again... lol.. obviously. Umm todae.. i woke up super late.. lol.. dunno y.. i slp until dunno the time.. then i woke up.. i oso cant rem wad i did.. i ate "breakfast-lunch".. erm erm.. hehe.. i tink i juz like come online n see if u wrote in ani entry. Then i put in midi for our blog.. i put in [S.H.E - ai qing de hai yang].. i tink itz quite nice but i wan to change it.. i dunno which one to put.. umm.. oh well. u gave mi sum songs u wanna put but currently im still finding it.. umm... well.. todae... i cut my hair.. until touching shoulder.. my grandmom cut for mi de.. lol.. free of charge.. n umm.. i didnt realli do much.. tomorrow going bk to skool.. n andy wan mi to do sum detective work.. lol... finding who he is n stuff.. but nar... im not going to.. lol.. i walk Leo todae as well.. n went to plae bball.. not realli bah juz shooting n stuff... then.. hehe.. i got the bball stuck up there.. luckily this guy from the other half court helped me get it down.. lol.. well.. i did that for like dunno how many times already.. the laz time i went oso like that.. got the ball stuck up there! but hehe.. my uncle took it down by throwing his shoe at it! Lols..  umm.. well.. this is basically my dae today.. u seemed busy for quite a while actualli. U told mi u felt strange when u didnt tok to mi. Lol.. actualli i guess itz like a habit now toking to mi. but suddenly, when u didnt tok to mi.. u would feel weird.. like mi.. the laz time.. when i was used to toking to u, then suddenly u had to work.. n i couldnt tok to u. felt so weird.. hey u back lol.. okie i cna stop now.. n start looking for the midis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109862429792099514?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109862429792099514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109862429792099514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109862429792099514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109862429792099514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/simple-n-plain-n-ordinary-day.html' title='[[ a simple n plain n ordinary day. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109862314148047780</id><published>2004-10-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:05:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+*FreDriC*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hello~~..... a new day have pass.... well it has been one day that i have not talk to you... really miss u..&lt;/span&gt; today~~ is rather simple..... in the morning, i went to the church.... is then i first found out my best frenz over there had a crush with a girl in our church... and was ExPOsE... so funny... he got troubled.... is funny the way he look trouble... haha... then after church i went to dog show... or something like that... lots of cute dog... all size and breed... is  like a market... noisy... barking here and there...lol some very small and very cute... selling shampoo product and food stuff... then at night... just now... my dad came and talk to me.... alot of stuff... only1/4 get into my brain... cos i was thinking of talking to u... and weather u online anot.... and yes! u are.... haha is just don noe y GOd plan is like that... every time..... i wanna talk to u... my dad will come in... talk talk... haiz... or ask mi do this and that.... never ending..... sad... how i wish i could talk to u porperly.... in 1 peices...i also wish i could find a job soon.... so that at least low on nagging... haha.... ya.... thats about now... gtg bye.... miss u.. and bubbles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109862314148047780?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109862314148047780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109862314148047780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109862314148047780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109862314148047780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello_24.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109854434778059088</id><published>2004-10-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:12:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*FreDriC*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~~~.... sorry i did not came online today cos i was out with my parent after iceskating..... ya.... today is much more fun..... i went to ice skating..... with three of my frenz.... we had fun.... we did a warm up for 1 hour cos is cold there.... then we skate for speed.... there is a funny thing we saw..... and was amaze.... a.... k1 k2 or smaller kido ws skating very fast without any thing.... and.. wow~~ she did not fell.... lol.... and... i though i saw some one like u..... in the ring.... it ws.... really like u... in the pic....lol  well.. it cant be.... too far to be..... ya after 6 hour of skating.... is leg breaking.... but my parent said need to go out and eat... so we went out to eat... and (walking included)... ya... i was damn tired.... going to sleep now... just droping a blog... em.... i am going to dog show tomorrow.... ya..... i think i will be online.... ok... bye... goodnitez... sweetdreams..... miss u~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109854434778059088?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109854434778059088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109854434778059088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109854434778059088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109854434778059088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109853373089396119</id><published>2004-10-23T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T20:53:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ harlo ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;heyz.. again.. dis is the 4th blog entry in a row.. erm... i didnt expect u 2 b online tonite i tink... az u have said, maybe u might b busy.. well.. itz alrite.. todae... i woke up at around 9+am.. n then ate breakfast..n then bathe Leo.. lolx.. he waz noti! He wet mi.. again. lolx.. well.. after that, I came online to do my health assignment... for abt 2 hours bahx.. n then i ate lunch.. n go shower... lolx... after that.. i borrowed my cousin's digital cam n took sum photos.. n then put in computer.. then i took Leo out for a walk.. walking throught the basketball courts. Well.. Leo kept looking at the ppls playing bball... lol.. but i kinda pulled him along n ask him to hurry up. Lol.. after that, I went home n listen to sum music before I ate dinner. After dinner, I watched Tv.. until now.. come online.. but u not online.. lol.. soooo... i tink... maybe u bz bahx.. oh well. Um.. i'll stay right here.. but if u come on late.. umm.. nvm bah.. i guess itz destiny. keke... in case u dun come online... wish u have a good nite slp n swt dreamz to u! Bubbles miz ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh.. hehe.. i waz requested by dis guy to wryte abt him.. lol.. ya this guy i got email add from norahtiah laz nite.. well.. first he made mi guess his name -Andy- then he made mi guess who he is.. lol.. i dun even know! But I sorta got an idea who he was.. for sum reason I have saw him sumwhere in skool b4.. juz.. dunno which one is him.. oh well.. ok.. dat's all satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;kekekex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109853373089396119?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109853373089396119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109853373089396119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109853373089396119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109853373089396119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/harlo.html' title='[[ harlo ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109849947965069235</id><published>2004-10-23T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T10:44:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ heyz ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;hihi.. mi againx.. well.. juz checking email in da morning, doing sum work on my health assignment as well.. keke.. i had juz bathe Leo.. lolx.. well wherever u r now, i hope u will have a nice dae todae.. i tink i'll b online tonite.. if u dun see mi online... maybe sumone called in or not allowed on the net. but hehe.. i hope lar.. ok.. cyaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109849947965069235?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109849947965069235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109849947965069235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109849947965069235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109849947965069235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyz.html' title='[[ heyz ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109845488320053264</id><published>2004-10-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:21:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ nitez nitez ]]</title><content type='html'>`&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; r &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hey fredric. im going to disconnect now.. umms.. juz wanna say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;gd nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to u.. n hope u haf a nice nitez n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sweet dreamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to yoo. Erm.. I'll tok to u tomorrow.. if lucky.. lol hehe.. well aniwayz.. have a nice n filled time tomorrow. Wish u have a nice dae.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muackiex~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- b &lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt; b b l &lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; s . n . m &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; . w &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; l l . m &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; s s . y &lt;em&gt;0 o&lt;/em&gt; . l &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; t z . n . l &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; t z . n . l &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; t z -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; c k &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109845488320053264?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109845488320053264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109845488320053264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109845488320053264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109845488320053264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/nitez-nitez.html' title='[[ nitez nitez ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109844658555444641</id><published>2004-10-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T20:03:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ maybe one dayy. ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes I think to myself... maybe one day, I will be able to dream all I like... n maybe one day, I will find someone to lean on all my life. In this world, time is always ticking by and we all are juz too busy to reliease how this world exactly looks like. I have never realli seen this world I guess. One day, I hope I will.&lt;br /&gt;Todae.. time seemed to flies. For long hours of thinking to pass, for me, is really really short. Juz like a click of time. Still, I didn't get to look inside and think about if today was worthwhile to remember. But I remembered... sitting in s&amp;e class, being Emma, secretly eating some chocolate I bought from Anna, doing part of my poster. The teacher didnt noticed I was eating.. chocolate in class. During the last lesson, Science, just the last minutes of class before I go and have my own liberty and freedom, I remembered. What am I going to do today? Tomorrow? Just as the siren goes by, I can hear a group of student cheering from our classroom. I think about maybe one day, I would just be like one of them .Cheering for the last of the last day of school. The last last day of skool. For the last day of school to end, would be a happy thing to remember, yet we would think. What happens to the friendships amongst people in skool as close as sistaz? I couldnt tell.&lt;br /&gt;I walked Leo juz now... n he walked along wit me.. in the breeze.. it felt so nice. Breathing in the fresh air, walking along. It felt different for a second.. everything seemed to changed to a peaceful and calm mood. Wished u were here to shared this moment with me. Maybe one day.. it will happen. Maybe one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109844658555444641?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109844658555444641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109844658555444641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109844658555444641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109844658555444641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/maybe-one-dayy.html' title='[[ maybe one dayy. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109844537711812265</id><published>2004-10-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:42:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyz.... i tonight have to go eat dinner out side cos my house water dirty... The pile spoiled..... then leak... some more heavy rain........ so cant have dinner at home.... em... ok about today.... i did not go ice skating..... it got pospond.... so... i work up late.... then..... not long.... it started to rain heavy.... with loud thunder... then got a power failer.....  i was the only one at home at that time.. then i need to meet my frenz at 1.30.... so every thing cock up... but... i got clam down and settle every thing.... then i go bath.... then no water....lol.. so i did not bath till now~~! eeee!! haha.... and just go out..... i went to eat at west mall with my frenz... then 2 of my sch frenz eating there also tell me... " I NEVER C B4 GUY BRING UMBERLLA" i think is lame... is raining heavily then don bring.... CRAzYYY!! haha..... so after that i went to tong burua don noe how to spell.... ok i went there to c my frenz... he working there.... so...i brought an ice-cream from him for 60 cents.. cos he supsidice.... lol... then i went to look around..... i saw the ring... is sliver not steel... lol sorry... then we went back together... my house downstair was flooded... and ppl still repairing... the pille...  ya.... untill now then finish.. but the water still dirty.... so have to eat out side....ya.. thats all.... haha... take care.... miss u~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109844537711812265?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109844537711812265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109844537711812265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109844537711812265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109844537711812265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-heyz.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109836601028416872</id><published>2004-10-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:40:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ symb0lz. ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..x  purple is da colour of waiting f0r lovee`  x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..x  blue soothes ur mindd`  x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..x  daydreaming iz a sign of relaxingg`  x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..x  when u realli miss sum1, u n0rmally remember their words or actionss`  x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..x  thinking of a ppl tells u that u wan 2 see dat person rite awayy`  x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;___` never l0ok bk . l0ok forwardd .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;___` h0pez will bring a wh0le new meaning to ur lifee .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;___` ur dreams will take u beyond ur mindd .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;___` if 1 dae, u feel like cryingx . call mi . i dun pr0mise u i will make u happi . but i can cry wit uu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;___` if l0ve waz water . i'll give u the ocean . if kisses waz leaves . i'll give u a tree . if hugz waz time . i'll give u eternityy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=one dae, we will look at our life n think... are we living the way we want to? But i'll tell u wad, life is short but it's worthwhile=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`i r e n ee` i have nv regret luving uu`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109836601028416872?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109836601028416872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109836601028416872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109836601028416872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109836601028416872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/symb0lz.html' title='[[ symb0lz. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109836583884611150</id><published>2004-10-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:37:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I see her,&lt;br /&gt;siting in across the com&lt;br /&gt;she got alot to say but&lt;br /&gt;something is hidden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don noe why but you trying to find out what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you really wanna said&lt;br /&gt;and tell me how you really feel inside&lt;br /&gt;cos I know there is something about inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel what you are feeling&lt;br /&gt;The lonelyness inside you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm your friend.... tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you wanna SAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you really wanna said&lt;br /&gt;and tell me how you really feel inside&lt;br /&gt;cos I know there is something about inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really care about you...&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna noe... talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;tell me..... I'll listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you really wanna said and tell me how you really feel inside cos I know there is something about inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For u.... but... i still got 1 more... working on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109836583884611150?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109836583884611150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109836583884611150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109836583884611150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109836583884611150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-there-i-see-her-siting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109836176089718303</id><published>2004-10-21T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:29:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ time flies ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;`i r e n ee`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hello! hehe... keep trying to sign in.... but keep cant sign in.. oso dunno y neh.. well, dunno y whenever i wan to come on the internet.. alwayz got interupted... well.. either got fone call or my cousin need to use internet... well.. todae 2 bad luck ting happened on me.. first is got hit on by water bomb on my right arm.. lol.. aching.. then in cooking class... got stuck wit dis guy.. well... but during lunchtime... i did sumting realli weird wit my group of fwendz.. lol.. we were playing... tag on the oval.. lol! I wonder y.. cuz a teacher came.. n asked wad we were doing.. n u know, if we r juz standing around n not doing anyting.. we'll get told off.. lol.. so we told her that we were playing... tag! Lol... well.. quite interesting.. watching a group of girls doing that.. but i tink it was sumting that is interesting.. lol.. cuz itz juz so.. funny! bring mi to the times when i juz finish PSLE.. the time when i felt the most freedom n fun. The times wit lots of time to spare.. felt like that! That's weird i know.. but i tink sumting that kept me happi.. these days, im juz feeling so tired.. lol... esp during classes.. maybe too boring... but actualli got blackout todae.. when i waz in maths class... lol.. so cant see wad i waz doing.. but we were doing those geometry stuffff... so boring... onli measuring n did sum theorem.... lol! well.. u r away now.. so i'll wait 4 u to b bk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109836176089718303?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109836176089718303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109836176089718303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109836176089718303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109836176089718303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-flies.html' title='[[ time flies ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109835967795312426</id><published>2004-10-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:54:37.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FreDriC&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEllo!! wow this is your second time u did not came in early.... as i though u will... haha.. nvm..em... today.... i wake up use abit of com... then i go back drawing... then... Pack all unwanted cloth.... to give ppl... cos too small... then i go library too... check up some drawing book.. on fashion design... go back home rest... bath... after that my frenz corn came... cos never bring house key!! lol... so big already still like that... ahyo.... lol~~  I went out again.... to NTUC and SHOPANDSAVE tobuy sweet which my sis ask mi to buy... then went back home to use com.... lol so now here i am.... typing blog ... saying i miss u and thinking of u!!!! when are u coming in~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109835967795312426?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109835967795312426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109835967795312426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109835967795312426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109835967795312426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-wow-this-is-your-second.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109827519556793327</id><published>2004-10-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T20:26:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ umms. ]]</title><content type='html'>` i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;heyaz... how r u todae? now... im typing in here... chatting wit u as well.. umm.. actualli todae very boring 4 mi.. whole dae in class cannot concentrate.. actualli i tink i waz thinking abt.... bubbles.. i oso not sure... nothing interesting happened todae... had a japanese test~ but i didnt know a word.. so i juz anihow wryte in stuff.. lol! 4 da rest of the dae, i tink nothing much happened.. i waz so quiet.. too.. i oso dunno y.. i didnt tink there waz something bothering mi.. but my fwend dwen asked if there waz ani.. lol.. i tink i waz juz daydreaming... oh wells.. umm.. well.. i wish u luck wit ur new job at swensen.. actualli i oso think that u should take up part time in stead of full time.. u have some time to urself n u wont get too tired out too! Well... even though the times are pretty bad.. lol, all the best az well.. ^^ i mean.. u would haf time to miss mi too!! lol.. take caree muAckiexx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109827519556793327?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109827519556793327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109827519556793327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109827519556793327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109827519556793327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/umms_20.html' title='[[ umms. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109827472731999129</id><published>2004-10-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T20:18:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~~ yesterday i found a job at 10 lol... swendsen... the selling ice-cream shop.... okok today... I did some touch up with my frenz... and teachers in school today.... going to miss some of them.. lol... then when i reach home... my sis said wanna use then smaller sis also said wanna use... haiz... so no choice... i go sleep! untill now..... haha... pig huh... LOL~~ ya... thats all i did today... i wasted lots of time today... and i did nthg.... haiz.... Take care frenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109827472731999129?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109827472731999129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109827472731999129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109827472731999129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109827472731999129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-yesterday-i-found-job-at.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109820650392009509</id><published>2004-10-20T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:21:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Heello~~~ i am in my frenz house.... haha... still awake.... i bet u are asleep again.... haha.. ready for school tomorrow.... i am goinig to school too.... i hope u have a wonderfull time in school.... not like me.... boreding day every time.... em..... is like.... something happen... like... something missing ..... meanless... but when i think of u in australia waiting.... a goal was born.... acheiveling it is a must.....  Well lets all work towards our dream..... a final dream... be with u..... we are already alot closer from our dreams..... hope u don give up now... bubbles will accompany u for now.... till i come..... lol.... well.... i'll be with u always...... ya.... gtg.... bb.. miss u..~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109820650392009509?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109820650392009509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109820650392009509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109820650392009509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109820650392009509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-heello-i-am-in-my-frenz-house.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109818749081564082</id><published>2004-10-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:04:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ cant help falling for u. ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cant help falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You told me once&lt;br /&gt;Told me a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;A simple word, touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I cried&lt;br /&gt;You will be by my side&lt;br /&gt;What is to be said&lt;br /&gt;What is to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Taking chances, stepping to the moon&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you close to me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you in my tears&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faith followed&lt;br /&gt;You given me fully to me&lt;br /&gt;A simple smile, to touch you heart&lt;br /&gt;Every moments we’d shared&lt;br /&gt;You stayed right there&lt;br /&gt;What is to be told&lt;br /&gt;What is to be played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream that’s coming true&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream that follows through&lt;br /&gt;From me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t help falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;`i r e n ee`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109818749081564082?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109818749081564082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109818749081564082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109818749081564082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109818749081564082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/cant-help-falling-for-u_19.html' title='[[ cant help falling for u. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109818724758226922</id><published>2004-10-19T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:00:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ l0neliness? ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;heyl0` ^^ h0w r u doing? At da m0ments im writing in mircosoft wordz.. wellx cos cant use internet yetx.. todae.. waz the same busi dae… but actually I didn’t pretty much enjoyed myself.. I dunno lol.. maybe.. well in da m0rning, I waz supp0se 2 haf health class but, this term it has changed 2 sp0rt.. lolls didn’t relieasex… so I didn’t bring a change of cl0thes.. n ended up wearing skool uniform to plae.. guess wad? Yerr.. bball… pretty bad hey? But. It waznt that bad. I onli scored in 1 goal cuz no one passed da ball 2 mi.. n apparently I didn’t turn out to haf the mood to go n plae.. hehex… after sp0rt for 2 lessonz, I had recess.. I talked ot Masar cos she juz came bk 2 skool 2dae.. she waz really nice 2 tok 2 tho.. well, while walkin wif her, I saw elwin n arden walking.. n he actually walked passed mi.. without sayin hi or smile! N I smiled! lol, n well, I had eng then s&amp;e which waznt ani interesting.. I did poetry in eng tho.. n I read a poem abt a 4 yr old boi being knocked over by car.. n it waz dreadful.. the poem waz so touching.. well, made mi learn something [dat is to cherish wad I haf now b4 I regret anything] anyhow, then I went to lunch… had sumting to eat.. n went walking wif emma.. cos she waz tryin to use her fone.. lol.. anyhow, I dunno how but she waz askin mi abt elwin.. n yer.. dat’s abt it.. I then had science then maths.. which waz boring az well.. dat’s abt my dae.. at skool.. when I got home, I did my hwk.. n wrote a song. Didn’t know y I wrote it but I juz did.. I guess it waz part of me that waz tinking.. like really thinking.. umm.. well.. gonna end in to the blog now.&lt;br /&gt;umm... i already had a gut instinct in mi b4 i read ur last entry.. well.. i haf a feeling that u r not going to b online tonite. I dunno how i would feel.. but to me, i would tink.. itz loneliness.. maybe toking to u seemed to mi now is a habit.. lol.. dunno... well i guess i realli had made it a habit.. lol.. nvm, im sure bubbles will keep mi company for the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-x- capture a feeling inside mee` -x-   i guess u would kn0w how i feel now.. if.. u listen 2 dis song [Delta Goodrem - Lost without you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109818724758226922?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109818724758226922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109818724758226922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109818724758226922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109818724758226922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/l0neliness.html' title='[[ l0neliness? ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109817999349895680</id><published>2004-10-19T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:59:53.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I today go my frenz house and stay... i need to go school tomorrow... may be i can chat with u.... i beg him tonight... hope to c u tonight.... i mean chat with u...... so sorry if i did not turn up.... gtg now.... miss.... u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109817999349895680?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109817999349895680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109817999349895680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109817999349895680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109817999349895680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-i-today-go-my-frenz-house-and.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109810688452448687</id><published>2004-10-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:41:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ g0od nite kiss ]]</title><content type='html'>`i r e n ee`&lt;br /&gt;dunno if u'll reliease this before u go to slp... but i wish u good nite for now.. n for anione reading this... wish u have sweet dreams tonight~ muAckiexx a swt good nite kiss fr0m me da slping beauty lol!! joking... bb all~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-x- bubbles n mi will miz ya-x-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109810688452448687?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109810688452448687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109810688452448687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109810688452448687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109810688452448687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/g0od-nite-kiss.html' title='[[ g0od nite kiss ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109810486237210076</id><published>2004-10-18T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:07:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... this is the first time i play with u checker.... why.... i don noe.... just feel like it... haha . Is pretty funny.... hope u enjoy it.... Is in a stage until we had to play this.... Hey... u going back to school tomorrow.... sad... but... well enjoy school while u can.... and the girl did not find u rite... haha.... she.... is a bit mentally wrong... so... don care... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109810486237210076?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109810486237210076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109810486237210076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109810486237210076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109810486237210076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109809981905960023</id><published>2004-10-18T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T19:43:39.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ busi daee` ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;` i r e n ee`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;heya~ How r u todae? Seemed like you had a boring day. Well, I saw your blog msg in skool today, but I couldnt reply cuz my skool website doesnt opened blogspot. Oh wells.. but anywayz, today was quite a busy day for mi... I woke up at 7.30am.. prepare 2 go to skool n 8.30am went 2 skool. I waz the first one to reach skool [again.] today. Well, I didnt do anithing.. juz sat down n daydream until my fwend came. The first thing in the morning I had was Maths!! [damn.] hehe.. pretty boring.. we went in arranging tables n did sum measuring angles.. she even gave us homework! Geex.. lol.. then went to science. Did alot of writing in Science class about electricity. I rem teacher telling us sumting abt how our term is going to b spent blah blah.. blah blah.. n test.. blah blah.. lol... how exciting!... [NOT!] hehe.. oh wells.. went to recess.. but wasnt hungry didnt eat anithing. Stand around n catch up wif sum fwendz.. but lol.. didnt tok much cuz I was realli tired~~ The next lesson I had waz Career Ed.. we watched a video about interview n stuff.. but I wasnt watching it.. I was on the internet secretly.. lols.... well.. didnt get caught reading your blog msg. hurhur... after that I had Japanese.. lol... still cant read a word. So I was all silent umm not realli ... waz chatting wif Leesa all lesson.. yea, about holidays n stuff. Then we had lunch. I ate some lunch n sat down.. All the other girls waz at the courts [i think] but I didnt go cos I was realli tired n I wanted to slp!! But couldnt *sobx* so I juz sat there half daydreaming.. while Gwen, Karen n Cindy waz toking.. about stuff.... erm.. didnt know wad they were toking abt.. but aniwayz.. after lunch, I went to english. In English, I had to listen to some speeches.. but instead I heard someone playing a song... somewhere.. lol... so I wrote a song. Cuz I was sitting alone in English. So I felt the .... loneliness. Lols.. I'll post the song maybe not today.. but tomorrow or something.. cuz I cant b bothered going to my bag n get it out now.. but yeah.. wasted a piece of paper! Lastly, I had S&amp;E.. I could have died! I was so tired by then I wanted to fall asleep! The class was noisy.. n I onli rem 3 things that took place in that class.. 1. me writing notes.. lol.. doing sum WORK. 2. the teacher mistook permanent marker for whiteboard marker.. n it took.. let mi see.. 4-5 ppl trying to get the permanent marker ink off the white board? Hehe.. 3. the teacher let me n Emma out early cuz we were doing WORK. lols.. then my eyes half closed walking towards "meeting place" wif Leesa, Karen n Jenny to walk thru the oval.. lol.. well, once againx, I was realli quiet cuz i was slpy n half dead.. n the gurls.. umm dunno wad they were toking abt.. lol.. oh well.. went hm.. showerr.. do my homework... n ate dinner.. lol.. rest for a while.. actualli singing.. lol.. then came online! But.. u r not online.. yet.. hehe.. nvm.. letz see then.. well. For the ring... how u know wad size 2 buy? lol... i tink u better check wif mi first b4 u buy lol.. if not u buy wrong size~ Lol.. hao ler.. i'll go bounce off to surf the net.. n check my friendster.. umm.. come online soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109809981905960023?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109809981905960023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109809981905960023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109809981905960023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109809981905960023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/busi-daee.html' title='[[ busi daee` ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109806489378917836</id><published>2004-10-18T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:01:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.. today morning is raining heavily...... so boreding don noe what she is doing now... is she alright..... Thunder every where..... haiz..... I miss her.... maybe there is a change of plan in the morning.... still don noe what but .... there is .... i noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109806489378917836?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109806489378917836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109806489378917836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109806489378917836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109806489378917836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello_18.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109802090042182436</id><published>2004-10-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:48:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>++*FreDriC*++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~~~ Wow!! so fast... 2 week gone.... frenz going back to school I lost my first job.... WOW.... so many things happen... My age frenz are mostly working.... Sianz.... well... thinking bout irene... going to school tomorrow.... haiz....OK... i am going to buy ring.... if u are my frenz.. u should noe for who..... IF u don noe.... but u are ONCE my frenz... I treat as u are not lol.... em... don noe what to write..... Still finding job... really bored.... well... I wanna go Australia... i wanna c u.... i really miss u.... although we only noe each other less then a month... is pretty rare... I guess I...... U... haha.. well all the best in school don think so much.... Take care,,,.... god nitez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109802090042182436?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109802090042182436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109802090042182436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109802090042182436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109802090042182436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-wow-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109801389011695207</id><published>2004-10-17T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T19:51:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ one day.. ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;iRene*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;heylo.. itz another day passed.. today. The time is spent.. not very wisely. Lols.. Woke up late again.. still like "stone". What my cousin said. Cos kept daydreaming n sit or stand around... hehe.. Well, not that I didnt do anithing at all of cos. I packed my bag.. watch tv... [lol]. and play with leo. Well, found something pretty interesting.. Leo seemed to like bubbles better than blue bear.. lol.. not sure y.. but yeah.. well, today is pretty much the same.. nothing too interesting...... hope u had a better day than mi! Tomorrow going back to school... I'm sure it will be lots of FUN. lols.. hopefully. But at least got to see my friends again and can start haveing some homework to keep me busy for the moment. Then next holidays will be Dec time! Lol... will be bored again. But maybe I'll b trying to find some part time or something like that. If not get it planned properly.. so I can do something.. not juz stay at home n .. rot.. lols! Hehex.. okiee.. now I'm waiting 4 u to be back from dinner... hehex.. laz nite went to watch stars again with bubbles. Bubbles asked mi, how come I watch stars everynite.. I told him, well, cos stars makes me slp better. hehex.. i guess there will b something more interesting to tell tomorrow.. i guess.. ok, i'll stop here... umm.. hope u haf a nice nite~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109801389011695207?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109801389011695207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109801389011695207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109801389011695207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109801389011695207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-day.html' title='[[ one day.. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109793604993451381</id><published>2004-10-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:14:09.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.... today is rather fuunny but good ok.... i woke up at 8.30.... then go net write blog..... then i watch tv.. then went out to meet my grandpa to eat.... GOOD food~~ haha... I went to check the pomotion at Avago Music Production( &lt;a href="http://www.avagomusic.com"&gt;www.avagomusic.com&lt;/a&gt;) .... It had pretty professional item to record your song in to the CD... i wanna try it,.... but what song....  ok... Then i went home... change.... online for a while to check if irene was there.... then went out with my friend... to find ring... It was at jurong Point ...... i found it at yellow shop.... selling each at 15.50.... with free engraving name... i did not buy cos i did't bring enough money...lol I go and buy tomorrow of after i get my pay.... haha.. em... then i went to play basketball with Zhi Yang...... he was pretty good at it.... I wanna good... but i was just too lousy.... i miss 6 out of 10... which did not happen every time.... so i was pretty upsad.... I was thinking about ..... irene... so... never aim ba... we have match.... many.... long time never play lao also.... haha.... i going to iceskate at monday... i went home at 7... then my parent said wanna go out to eat.... then said wanna go shopping... i was scared... cos i meeting irene on net at 8.... but lucky my sis have to study.... so just go harkaw to have simple dinner..... i am all fill up...!! lol... then... hurry home cos i already 9!!! ay... then online... YAA!!!! i saw her.... haha so happy..... VERY happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109793604993451381?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109793604993451381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109793604993451381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109793604993451381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109793604993451381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-so.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109792925375156131</id><published>2004-10-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T20:20:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ n0rmal day. ]]</title><content type='html'>iRene*&lt;br /&gt;heya~~ It's alrite juz that cant chat wit u tonight. But aniwayz, wish u had fun.. did u get my sms? Well.. hope u did.. hehex.. juz a short one though. Today.... I went out for almost the whole afternoon. Well, wit my parents n grandparents n sistaz n uncle.. lol.. we went to this place call Kings Park.. quite nice sceneries... hehe.. oh feel ok.. juz today still not quite well, so dun feel like wondering about.. then went to the city to walk about and window shop... didnt buy anithing juz took a few pictures... yep.. that's about it! I came back at around 5pm.. n then went to shower n eat dinner n watch tv.. lols.. then come on the net now.. well actually.. nothing important to tell u.. but hearing about the recording, I feel happy for u.. I wish one day, I'll b recording as well.. lols!! But I think this day will be..... i dunno.. maybe it will never happen.. Hope that it will... hehex.. but I think wont happen.. cuz my singing is soooo bad.. i think it will b a big diaster.. lols! But when this one day happens, it will b a dream come true. n i hope the person beside me who is singing wit me is u. i dunno y. but i juz hope it will b really really something to hoped for.. i mean.. u beside me n singing together! That's almost as good as going to university! When u finished recording it... if possible, hope i can listen to it! well.. got to run now.. hope u haf a nice time... n juz wanna say.. bubbles n me miz u!! nitez swt dreamz~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109792925375156131?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109792925375156131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109792925375156131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109792925375156131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109792925375156131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/n0rmal-day.html' title='[[ n0rmal day. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109792452294355961</id><published>2004-10-16T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:02:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry.... tonight my parent waanna go out... so cant chat with u but if u really need to tell me something... sms me or blog my no. 91268085 sorry... take care.... miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109792452294355961?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109792452294355961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109792452294355961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109792452294355961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109792452294355961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109790197899612936</id><published>2004-10-16T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T12:46:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news... i found place to record... but the bad news is u are not her To sing.... haiz... i go record the song for 1 person 1 one..... going... haven.... yea... talk to u tonight....  haha.... thats all still finding job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109790197899612936?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109790197899612936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109790197899612936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109790197899612936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109790197899612936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109784404767363436</id><published>2004-10-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:40:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My eyes are open tonight&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself of the times&lt;br /&gt;When I looked up to see the stars&lt;br /&gt;I felt you standing close by&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’d stand beside me&lt;br /&gt;Bringing joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;That would be you&lt;br /&gt;That you that will always stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Dream of the times when you and me shared the moments&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you’ll be by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are the I’ve been hoping for&lt;br /&gt;For you to be missing me all night&lt;br /&gt;You, somewhere else, some times it will be&lt;br /&gt;The times I’ve been missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes and faith&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll be close by&lt;br /&gt;When I held you close to me&lt;br /&gt;I felt you sitting close by&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s who’d sit beside me&lt;br /&gt;Sharing sadness and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;That would be you&lt;br /&gt;That you that will always stay in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I believe&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still be by my side&lt;br /&gt;Always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wrote this during afternoon time.... actually today quite bored. still feeling a bit sick.... but feeling much much better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*iRene*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109784404767363436?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109784404767363436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109784404767363436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109784404767363436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109784404767363436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/missing-you-my-eyes-are-open-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109783868159337201</id><published>2004-10-15T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:11:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*FreDriC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..... when u send me the blog message that time... i already in semi of Singapore......i 7 awake leh.... haha i still find job... and... i receive your things.... thanks... the string is nice but the dolphin is made of metal so i don think i can wear it... i put it in the HP strap.... haha thanks 4 your photo and the heart shape ticket.... haha do u regert sending this upon seeing me... haha well i will be online till night.. see u around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109783868159337201?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109783868159337201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109783868159337201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109783868159337201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109783868159337201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109780838391050828</id><published>2004-10-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T10:46:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ umms. ]]</title><content type='html'>iRene*&lt;br /&gt;actualli, i got another msg this morning.. Well, i dunno wad is happening. She said that I shouldn't mess with other people's feelings... I have no idea wad I have done. I hope this will pass soon. I think after this thunderstorm, the sun is going to come out and shine.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if it's a good thing or not... I mean u lose your job. Maybe you won't tired yourself out. Hehe.. wondering what you are doing now... sleeping? I dunno.. couldn't sleep again. Cos of... [snoring]. Slept pretty late last night. I even went outside to the sofa.. wit bubbles. But I couldnt slp either. This morning... my uncle woke up all up... well.. he do that every single morning.. i dunno wad will happen if i had to go back to school... i'll b dozing off in class instead of daydreaming.. but almost the same thing.... i'll probably b slping during lunch than eating lunch.. lols! Oh well... maybe today is going to b a better day. Hey. Alwayz be there for u k? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109780838391050828?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109780838391050828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109780838391050828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109780838391050828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109780838391050828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/umms.html' title='[[ umms. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109776802328714532</id><published>2004-10-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:33:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*FreDriC*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hello~~ back from work AGAIN..... this time more bad news.... i going to get sack.... but i going to quit b4 i got sack... so i finding new shop.... my math suck..... i count wrongly the money every time... every time.... haiz... ok nvm..... ah,.... u got night mare isit.... maybe u think too much.... should be la.... relax... clam down... nthg going to happen... don talk to stranger don follow ppl or don go pub.... bad thing hapen like these.... i don noe about australia... but avoid those things.... I noe u not kid.... but is just a gentle reminder,..... haha... well all i can do is let bubbles to talk to u... counseller u.... i want to talk to u tomorrow night... ya and i noe u going to sch soon.... haiz... sad man.... but,,,... at night we can talk haha.....  sad on the job... what a waste....  One lucky thing is I NEVER lose u..... haha.... be with u... always... take care now..... bb c u tomorrow.... and  btw who is the person who want your song... talk to him... haha c he 1 hired ppl anot... lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109776802328714532?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109776802328714532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109776802328714532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109776802328714532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109776802328714532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello-back-from-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109773489862380548</id><published>2004-10-14T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T14:21:38.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ c0nfused. ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;iRene*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly.. I kept thinking and thinking... about everything. This is like a nightmare. I'm still thinking about what I said to that gurl ysd. And she emailed me actually.. I onli got it this morning.. it wasn't something too nasty. But bad enough.. really. I had enough. I wanted to sort this out. But something deep inside gives me the creeps about this person. I couldn't face it. But there was nothing to hide. I'm so confused. I need to cry out. But needless to say, I juz couldnt. Maybe this is not confusion. But it is also a bit of dissapointment. Does life always turns out to someone like that? So one knows the answer. But this is nothing I can do about. Suddenly, life have been made so much tougher for me. Much much tougher. Felt really tired. Tired of facing this. But I have to. Where do I get the courage from? I have lost my courage for a long time. I still hasn't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a dream. I dunno if it's a nightmare or not. But it's a dream. That I will never forget. I dreamt of seeing shooting stars in the sky. It felt so wonderful, like I've found something in my life that I can dream for. But because of such wonderful dreams, it can turn out to be a nightmare. It was a big mess. I couldn't remember. I don't want to. So many things that I have think about last night. Watching a bright star shining.. when me and bubbles watched it together. We remained silent. Didn't say anithing. Bubbles knew what I was thinking.. I guess he really did. But he didn't say anything. Again.. I felt the same way. I turned him away.. I don't want him to see me cry again.. but when I'm finished I turned him back. He knew.. once again. He wiped away my tears.. made me felt better. But somehow, deep inside me there's some things, that I have to get over myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hey... thanks for the song. Really appreciate your time to write it. Well, I'll be back in school in no time. And I guess, it will be another diaster for me.. facing so much more different things... like exams! Oh well, that's life. I'll really got to buckle up and return to the reality... stop being stuck in fantasy.. kept daydreaming. Ok, got to run now.... keep on your hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'll b there for you too! Someone you can count on*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109773489862380548?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109773489862380548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109773489862380548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109773489862380548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109773489862380548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/c0nfused.html' title='[[ c0nfused. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109772019677722515</id><published>2004-10-14T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T10:16:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* FreDriC *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.... haha i am going to work already... but to just drop a song for u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll be with u ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are u wondering.... What am i doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are u thinking..... Where am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are u think... What i am thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But all i have to said... is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be with you always... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don worry about me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am thinking of u.. every now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just don cry..... u wont be lonely cos i am there 4 u... always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know.... the distance we are in are so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but my heart will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;truefully sincerlly there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As i am there Always with u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be with you always...&lt;br /&gt;don worry about me..&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of u.. every now and then&lt;br /&gt;just don cry..... u wont be lonely cos i am there 4 u... always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just stay put... be brave have courage.... as i am always there 4 u.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ya... haha i gtg.. my house out side got bee hives.... haha so u take.. i'll be there : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109772019677722515?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109772019677722515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109772019677722515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109772019677722515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109772019677722515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-hello_14.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109767652918638418</id><published>2004-10-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:08:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;* FreDriC *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Irene.... i wanna tell u .... i' ll b there 4 u..... remember the star tonight... is layed for us.... Don cry don be sad... stay tuff.... be strong... as i am with u.... Although i am not around most of the time... i have to said.... i really do miss u in times.... day dream about u too.... think about life or be strong..... is all u that gave me the strength to carry on.... haha thank you again..! HAiz,,,... y i always own u a song.... now 2 haha.. time to think !! An answer for the song.... wait for it... is coming.... haha take care now.... don get sick ok..... bye!!!!&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/8551716-109767652918638418?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109767652918638418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109767652918638418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109767652918638418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109767652918638418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/fredric-irene.html' title=''/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551716.post-109767178313833933</id><published>2004-10-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:49:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[ day to day. ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;iRene*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day to day, it's the same thing... well, waking up... thinking about nightmares I dreamt of... n the turn n see bubbles n blue bear bside me. Well, could feel better... Day to day. doing the same thing really bores me out. Something might be different for a start.. but still the same. How can I say? This feeling.. that's is stucked.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a song on October 11... which is on Monday when I've sent you the letter. It's called &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[trapped in love]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Don't know when I started hestitating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My feelings for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As our friendship go, I am trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Deeper in this love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My hopes and dreams are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But have I really? Have I really fallen for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;[ chrous ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There's a happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To every fairytales I've heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But none as sweet as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And none as real as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What am I doubting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your love, my thoughts or something esle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Has everything you said really touched my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Or it just a dream that I can't wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Don't know when this feeling started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My feelings grew for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Is this the end of a fairytale story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Or a beginning of a dream come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The times we spent together had made a sudden start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now how can I turn back from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But have I really? Have I really fallen for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let the dreams hold on to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let the world spin for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As time evolved, the sweetest moments has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What will be answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. there's 2 answers to this song I've wrote. First is when I received a message from someone saying that they appreciate my talents and wanted to arrange a producer for me if I've back in Singapore. Well, as you know, I couldnt be back in Singapore not within a short period of time. Maybe for a really really really long time. So I told them that. But they say, if I ever do, and I would think about this golden opportunity, I could take it. Meanwhile, my song has been spreading in bulletin board becoming a forward! Well, while I was reading through a bulletin board, I saw this written at the end of my song;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*you are strucked by the love fairy, post this forward and you'll be blessed forever.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really.... mad... I dunno how it became like that! Umm... it's juz so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551716-109767178313833933?l=fredricirenediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/feeds/109767178313833933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551716&amp;postID=109767178313833933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109767178313833933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551716/posts/default/109767178313833933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredricirenediary.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-to-day.html' title='[[ day to day. ]]'/><author><name>_((fredric. irene. bubbles.))_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347220928878377937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
