<?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-7555413467096527341</id><updated>2012-01-11T06:37:27.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je veux juste un amour qui durera♥</title><subtitle type='html'>In my wildest dreams, you always play the hero. In my darkest hour of night, you will rescue me and you'll save my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-6558427291445212953</id><published>2012-01-10T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:30:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big ball of sunshine you usually see is already fading right before your very eyes.</title><content type='html'>Maybe its just me but somehow there's a lingering feeling of loneliness in me these days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is over and college hasn't started yet so i should be enjoying my free time but instead why am i having this feeling of dread? Life just seems to be getting more and more lonely once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown up. I've faced challenges that mostly everyone has also been through but sometimes it feels like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still stuck there and not moving on. Sure things are said to be going fine but deep down are you really able to forgive and forget? I think not. Everyone makes mistakes and the right thing to do is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apologise&lt;/span&gt; and ask for forgiveness but at the end of the day its whether the person you've just hurt is able to forgive you. Sure if your mistake is something as light as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; tripping her/him and making them fall, it'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be easily forgiven. But what if the mistake goes beyond that? Lying, not admitting that you're wrong, pushing that person away and allowing stupid idiotic rumors get to you before even hearing their explanation? Is that something worth forgiving? Even if you have a really big heart and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; that person dearly, yes you still say. You still would forgive them, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 99.99999 percent sure that the nice, kind, loyal, loving perception you have for that person would change. People might think that the close relationship remains but deep down, you and the other party would be the only one to know that the relationship can never be the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, even after typing it out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still bugged by something. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know what it is but it feels horrible and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i say things like i want to live my life with no regrets but sometimes things just hit me! Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! Why did you have to say that shit? Why did you have to do that crap? Is that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;? Why did you have to make someone feel worse than how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; feel? Why cant you just please people? What gives you the right to get angry? Cant you just keep your mouth shut? Who are you to him? How does she feel about you now? WHY DID YOU HAVE YOU MAKE THAT IDIOTIC MISTAKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people come to me when they have problems and i can talk to them and reason with them. I can even give some killer advises sometimes, but the thing i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get is, why cant i take those advises myself? Or rather, why cant i go to someone and talk things out when i have problem? All i do is cry myself to sleep, what the fuck does that do huh? How will that help me with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;unsolved&lt;/span&gt; problems? It cant! I feel so useless and hopeless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a person that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;considerably&lt;/span&gt; big eyes, i can be pretty blind. -.- Not just about looking at how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; true self is but in finding physical things. An object &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; looking for can be right in front of me but i wont be able to see it. I guess my eyes are sometimes just there as a decorative piece. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; well. Life is such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-6558427291445212953?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/6558427291445212953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-ball-of-sunshine-you-usually-see-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/6558427291445212953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/6558427291445212953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-ball-of-sunshine-you-usually-see-is.html' title='The big ball of sunshine you usually see is already fading right before your very eyes.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-8482554483951480796</id><published>2012-01-09T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:40:04.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like an idiot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-8482554483951480796?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/8482554483951480796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-idiot-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/8482554483951480796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/8482554483951480796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-idiot-now.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-7628979079723731893</id><published>2011-11-18T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:46:43.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooray!</title><content type='html'>Four and a half subjects of my SPM is finally over!!! Now all i gotta do is just study for my other remaining ones. I sooo can't wait for this exams to be over with then i can finally spend some time with my love ones! I'm gonna go for a movie marathon and shopping spree with Manda, Melia and maybe the guys too? I'm not sure about the plans yet as everyone is also super busy with their own stuff. But Amelia's gonna do some little 'experiments' with my nails! HAHA, i'm just gonna be her hand model for her manicure channel during the holidays. And i'm gonna be spending my Mondays with Justin as he's busy with work. Hmmm, once a week is better than none. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh right, i'm also gonna do some vigorous exercises with Amelia during the holidays. I've put on weight!!! NOOO! Need to shed some pounds! And prom's just around the corner yo! Extra inspiration to lose weight, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations on being able to qualify for AFC! I know you've placed a lot of effort and hard work into making this dream come true. You have my full support and i'm happy for you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-7628979079723731893?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/7628979079723731893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/11/hip-hip-hooray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/7628979079723731893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/7628979079723731893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/11/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip Hip Hooray!'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-4572731866914397692</id><published>2011-11-02T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:15:05.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't want anyone else</title><content type='html'>I'll be there for you no matter what and i wont judge you. You don't like the feeling of being pushed aside right? Well, i don't like it too. ): Please tell me if something is wrong, i'll do my best to help you out alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your very worried girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-4572731866914397692?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/4572731866914397692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wouldnt-want-anyone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/4572731866914397692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/4572731866914397692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wouldnt-want-anyone-else.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t want anyone else'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-4024939776070594065</id><published>2011-10-29T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:27:46.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + You = Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>This might be me being paranoid, but i get this feeling that you're avoiding me. You seem to either reply me with short messages or just don't reply me at all. I just hope that you're too busy and not still angry at me. I don't want to be a clingy or jealous type of girl cause i know that'll just be bad. So i wont mind if you throw me a side for a little while but do me one favor when you plan to do that? Tell me? Please? I don't want to compare myself to an animal but i guess like a puppy, show me some love and kindness and I'll be by your side no matter what? Even if you abandon me I'll still return to your side and give you unconditional love? Being loyal means a lot to me. I can have a lot of male friends but you're the only one i truly love and think about all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Christopher Yap Zi Xian, remember that i'm not pushing you aside and i want you to be with me for as long as can be alright? Bear in mind and keep in your heart that i love you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-4024939776070594065?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/4024939776070594065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-you-happy-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/4024939776070594065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/4024939776070594065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-you-happy-happy.html' title='Me + You = Happy Happy'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-1954223923023444331</id><published>2011-10-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:19:56.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy eyes and stuffy nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MAIIII&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SHITTTT&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;17 DAYS TILL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paniccc&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets just forget about the exams for a little while. Went to Taylor's lakeside campus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Monash&lt;/span&gt; with Justin, Jordan, their dad and another family friend of theirs yesterday. Taylor's was so nice and the surroundings were great as well. A little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pricy&lt;/span&gt; for me but you gotta pay a little more to get the best right? It goes the same for relationships too, its moments of heartache that makes the relationship stronger once they're solved. I guess you just won't feel right if everything just went smoothly all the way, you'll definitely reach a point where something will go wrong but if both people work together to solve that tiny little problem, it'll soon work out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life would or should come easy, because you'll appreciate it more if you have to really work your ass off to gain it. I really messed up big time yesterday, it was my fault that it all happened. There's no point in writing it here but if you're reading this&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(you should know who you are)&lt;/span&gt; please know that i will never repeat that mistake again. I know you take promises really seriously and i won't go back on my words for this because i care for you too much to ever want to lose you. And the thought of losing you again just kills me, like seriously. I know its going to take some time for you to get over this and you probably wont be fully over it and i honestly don't blame you at all. But no matter what happens, remember that i love you. I really truly do. And thank you once again for a second chance to redeem myself. It means much more to me than you could ever imagine. Bear in mind that whether you can cook or not doesn't change the fact that i love you alright. I love you for you and i don't care what people think of it. I may be called daft but who cares?! Its my life and i have the rights to make my own decisions. So boohoo to the people out there who says it won't work out for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: I woke up this morning with like single eyelids, and huge eyes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, i looked really really weird. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-1954223923023444331?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/1954223923023444331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/10/puffy-eyes-and-stuffy-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1954223923023444331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1954223923023444331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/10/puffy-eyes-and-stuffy-nose.html' title='Puffy eyes and stuffy nose'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-1302037128040297254</id><published>2011-10-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:40:10.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, trust and pixie dust.</title><content type='html'>Ohh wow, it's been more than 2 year since I've last updated this blog. That's a super long time! Anyway, my life since the last post has been like a roller coaster. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Dramas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;conflicts&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt; issues&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;quarrels&lt;/span&gt;, well you get my point. At least most of those problems were solved. :D Miscommunication can really screw up a person's life. I've sadly learnt that the hard way. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to keep &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; all the time when what you really want is just to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;. I have friends that cared and i recently got a new one. I honestly never knew that he cared but he seems to notice some little details that no one else does. Its funny how things can change all of a sudden sometime. Best friends become enemies, acquaintances become close friends and friends becoming a coupe. But i guess that's part of life and part of growing up right? Nothings permanent and it'll constantly change whether you want them or not, but just because life works that way, it doesn't mean that you should just kick back and let whatever happen just happen. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; for what you want, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; to keep that long friendship going, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; towards your goals. Okay, its starting to sound like some motivational talk right now. Well i can be super hyper and cheerful one moment but also moody and irritated the next. But for one thing though,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that habit has improved, so my mood swings ain't that bad now. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that's bugging me now are my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;PANICC!!! AHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 more month to go, so after this post I'll probably stop blogging for some time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got back with my ex after more than 2 years. Its hard to explain how it all happened again but i have no regrets. (: Some people might not trust him because of his past and all but i believe in second chances and he said that he's a changed man, so yeah. My best friend gave me a second chance when I screwed up so why not give him a chance to prove himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a great chef even though he's young and i have friends that asked me do i like him because of the fame. Obviously its a no. I wouldn't care if he's just a normal guy without his whole future planned out. And yes, he sorta already has everything planned. I guess you can say that he's the type that's prepared for what life has to throw at him, but sometimes he can suddenly change and just be this &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;hyperactive&lt;/span&gt; little 7 year old kid. That's the cute side of him, and its nice being with him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i still cant help but ask myself the same question over and over again. Questions like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;why &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? And some others but, I shouldn't compare with other people right? If he says he likes me for just being me, i should just believe him and be happy. I've actually asked him why he likes me countless times and even i find myself annoying. Haha, sorry Justin. But no worries, that was the past and I've stopped asking him that and I'm just enjoying the time spent with him. And i guess I'm actually going to school a little more than i expected. I would just probably go to school like once a week or even better, not go at all. But since he's going and i kinda wanna see him I've actually gone more often. TeeHee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to write more but apprently, nothing seems to be coming into my mind. :/ Ohh well, until next time then. Byeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-1302037128040297254?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/1302037128040297254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-trust-and-pixie-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1302037128040297254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1302037128040297254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-trust-and-pixie-dust.html' title='Faith, trust and pixie dust.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-2338176091516932163</id><published>2009-06-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:08:26.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for a long time again. I'm just too lazy to type. xD Anyway my Buddhist society had a singing competition last saturday at Shah Alam Buddhist Society (SABS). So i had to go for the rehearsal at 10 in the morning cause our competition starts at 2 pm. We're singing in a group. There were 6 of us which was Vanese, Melinda, Ailsa, Aida, me and Jia Wei(our guitarist).  Sorry but I'm not going to write  more about our rehearsal cause nothing much happened at that time we were all just singing. After rehearsals we had to car pull to go to our competition site so me, Melinda, Ailsa sat in Jia wei and his dad's car. And his dad had this really cool PDA with the navigation map that talks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SjpgWBXuokI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xncbefurOxU/s1600-h/DSC03560_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SjpgWBXuokI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xncbefurOxU/s320/DSC03560_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348693438897234498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ailsa and Melinda couldn't stop laughing and saying stuffs like "omg that is so cool , ahhhh, it talks" and more. I was too sleppy to actually care about it, haha. It was raining when we reached SABS so we were all wet when we got out of the car. So after that, we had our first and last rehearsal on the actual stage with the mics and all, but unfortunately when it was our turn, we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALOT&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of problems with the mics and our key board and Jia Wei got really pissed by that. It was the first time i actually saw that guy get angry, he's usually the happy-go-lucky type of guy. But after awhile he was back to his normal self. After our turn for the reahearsal on stage, the girls had to go change and do our make-up and our teachers had to put extra make-up cause she said we would look too pale if we went on stage. We kept telling the teachers that they put too much make-up on us but they just kept repeating "you would look too pale if you went on stage without make-up" So after all the lip stick and masqera, our group when to find a nice spot to rehears. And half way during rehearsal Jia Wei started playing 'You and Me by lifehouse' on his guitar. I got the last part of him singing you and me then he started playing love story and Melinda sang along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-2338176091516932163?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/2338176091516932163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/2338176091516932163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/2338176091516932163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-la-la.html' title='la la la'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SjpgWBXuokI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xncbefurOxU/s72-c/DSC03560_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-8116376836546377268</id><published>2009-05-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:55:21.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by amanda and elysia AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Omg, this is going to be longggggg. 100 thuths about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name: Freda Tan Ern Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;002. Nickname(s): Duck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;003. Age: 15 this year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;004. Horoscope: Capricorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;005. Male or Female: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;006. Elementary: Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;007. Middle School: S.J.K (c) Yuk Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;008. High School: S M K Damansara Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;009. College school:Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;010. Hair colour: Brownish black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;011. Long or short: long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;012.Loud or Quiet: i think i'm loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;014. Phone or Camera: BOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;015. Health freak: Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;019. Piercings: Only on my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;020. Tattoos: No thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social:A little of both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;022. Righty or Lefty: Righty!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;023. First piercing: when i was in standard 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;024. First relationship: Npt telling. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;025. First Best Friend: I cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;026. First Award: Sports day in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;027. First Kiss: my dear mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;028. First Pet: Fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;030. First Love at first sight: =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;031. First Big Birthday: I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;032. First Surgery: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;033. First sport you joined: i donno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;034. Orange or Apple Juice: Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;035. Rock or Rap: mostly none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;036. Country or Screamo: Country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Backstreet boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;038. Britney spears or Christina Aguilera: Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;039. Night or Day: both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;041. TV or Internet: Both!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;042. PlayStation or xbox: whats xbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Both. its nice. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: Turlte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;045. Spider or bee: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;046. Fall or spring: Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes:i dont use any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;048. Soccer or basketseball: basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;049. Eating: Anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;050. Drinking: Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;051. Excitement level: a little of both, see my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;052. I'm about to: Do my geo project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;053. Listening to: Its not easy&lt;/span&gt; - five for fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;054. Plan for today: have a little fun. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;055. Waiting for: Bed time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;056. Energy level: right now its low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;057. Thinking of someone: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;058. Want kids: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;059. Want to get married: Of course, who doesn't???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;060. When: In the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;061. How many kids do you want: I would like to have twins, so that makes it 2. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;062. Any names in mind: some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;063. What did you want to be when you were little: haha. a teacher!! but not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;064. Careers in mind: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;065. Follow future or wild: Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;066. Something you would never try: killing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;067. When do you want to die: When i'm suppose to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you prefer in a boy/girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: Taller .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;071. Protective or Caring: Caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 074. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;075. Hooked-up or Relationship: Relationship!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;077. Muscular or Normal: Muscular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;079. Broken a bone: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: No, but one it broke. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;081. Ran away from home: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: Nahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;083. Killed somebody: Noooooooo way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;084. Broken some one's heart: erm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;085. Had your heart broken: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;086. Been arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;087. Cried when someone died: yea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: It happened before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;089. Yourself: what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;090. Miracles: I've lived so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;091. Love at first sight: I dont think it can be&lt;/span&gt; called love. But said that someone is hot, then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;092. Heaven: I wonder can i go there. Who knows? =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;093. Santa Claus: I dont think he exist, never got a present from him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;094. Tooth fairy: Never tried to put a tooth under my pillow, so i'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;095. Kiss in the first date: secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;096. Angels: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: yeah. but i know it wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now? : quite, but it can be better. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;099. Do you believe in God? : yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 6 people: i tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.camey&lt;br /&gt;2.lee ann&lt;br /&gt;3.jae nee&lt;br /&gt;4.cecilia&lt;br /&gt;5.ooi giap&lt;br /&gt;6.shirley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-8116376836546377268?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/8116376836546377268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-amanda-and-elysia-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/8116376836546377268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/8116376836546377268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-amanda-and-elysia-again.html' title='Tagged by amanda and elysia AGAIN.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-1233944086657627851</id><published>2009-05-28T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:27:50.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by amanda and elysia.</title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Freda Tan Ern Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We were in the class in form 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Did you like me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Amanda: Banana, cause you're chinese and you dont go for chinese class&lt;br /&gt;ELysia" SUN SHINE, but i cant remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Funfull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Amanda: WEIRD =]&lt;br /&gt;Elysia: smiley =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anything yellow, cause the sun and bananas are both yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Amanda: him&lt;br /&gt;Elysia: A phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm not sure about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This afternoon in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not really, you guys know alot about me. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is my best attribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Amanda: your happy-go-lucky mood&lt;br /&gt;Elysia: your beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-1233944086657627851?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/1233944086657627851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-amanda-and-elysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1233944086657627851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1233944086657627851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-amanda-and-elysia.html' title='tagged by amanda and elysia.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-6563322389414963064</id><published>2009-05-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:15:30.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYYYYYYYYYYYY. =]</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over, so relief. But the exams this term were pretty hard. Maths was the worst, there was not enough time alot of people dint manage to finish it, even some from the good classes.&lt;br /&gt;But at least its over &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*for now*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pmr's on the way and i'm sure its gonna be worst than our mid terms. So i'll hard to study. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ohh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-6563322389414963064?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/6563322389414963064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/yayyyyyyyyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/6563322389414963064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/6563322389414963064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/yayyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='YAYYYYYYYYYYYY. =]'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-2253010317966816409</id><published>2009-05-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:41:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I know i've not be updating my blog for a longgggggggggg time. So i'm just going to write about the very fun wednesday i had. Amanda and i  skipped rumah sukan on that day cause not much of our friends were going. When we went to the cantin we saw Win Ken and some other guy (i dont know his name) then a few minutes later Guang Rong and Kok Ian came too. so we were playing and jumping around. It was so fun. Then suddenly amanda wanted to marry a post in the cantin so Guang Rong became our priest and then the weeding started. I'll post the video at the botton of this post, it was really funny and everyone kept laughing. After our whole weeding ceremony amanda and i started to use my bottle to wet Win Ken's pants, i'm not sure why we kept doing that. But he ended up taking off his pants but dont worry he was wearing another pants inside. So he was actually wearing 3 pieces of clothing. 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Win Ken taking off his pants. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-2253010317966816409?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ab6749cba756e6e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a0ee6bc5707e6dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/2253010317966816409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/2253010317966816409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/2253010317966816409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-7895326674079590049</id><published>2009-04-17T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:38:38.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SeiPslZs-FI/AAAAAAAAABo/d-mN7ve6Rwc/s1600-h/1_497784134l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SeiQKnEwysI/AAAAAAAAABw/v6CsUMBikKU/s1600-h/1_497784134l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SeiQKnEwysI/AAAAAAAAABw/v6CsUMBikKU/s320/1_497784134l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325665071327660738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy 15th birhday banana. You're another year older. Haha, and its not an insult, its a good thing. Its really nice and fun being your friend even you do have some bad habbits, but i'm sure i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can live with those habbits. I think it will be kinda boring if you were perfect. And i'm sure i'll be giving you your present late cause i have no idea on what to give you. I'm still thinking. =] And you're the best friend i've ever had. And0 even if we agrue alot i know that arguement wont last long because we will always say sorry and also because our topics are always stupid ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know i can trust you with all of my secrets and thank you for doing the same too. I really hope that our friendship can last long and i hope that we dont become enemies next time. Well thats all i'm going to say about you for now. And once again&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   And i'll always love you as a friend. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-7895326674079590049?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/7895326674079590049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/7895326674079590049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/7895326674079590049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6b8JkB_8ZM/SeiQKnEwysI/AAAAAAAAABw/v6CsUMBikKU/s72-c/1_497784134l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-6092655359317938616</id><published>2009-04-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:43:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dress up time!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its my second post, but i want to post about wed cause it was really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt; Shirley, Amanda and i were invited to Crysal's house to try on some of the dresses for the movie making project. We are doing titanic so the girls will have to wear dresses. Anyway, when school started all the malay students and teachers were asked to go to the hall for some celebration or something like that. Then the rest of us were suppose to stay in class and do moral (very boring). But during the first few periods i went to amanda's class(3 penaga) to talk about the movie making stuff. And amazingly teacher dint even realize i was gone and i was 'pengerusi' for the day. haha. I satyed in amanda's class for some time then i decided to take my bag to her class and stay there for the rest of the day. But we amanda and i went back to my class(3 ramin) a teacher came and asked my whole class to pack their bags and go to 3 meranti. as we wanted to walk, the teacher saw 2 bags still in the chair so teacher asked around where the 2 boys were. The teacher told me and amanda to bring the bags to her table and told the other students to tell the 2 boys to find her if they wanted their bags back. When we were in the pejabat, puan marry ann wanted amanda and i to help her with some stuff. Amanda wanted me to bring her bag to my class because she was scared that the teacher might want amanda's class to move too. So i told puan marry i had to go to the toilet but instead i went to amanda's class to take her bag and put it in my class. Then later when everything was done it was time for recess. Then i went back to amanda's class after rescess. a few minutes after the bell rang, lee ann came to 3 penaga and told me that the teacher in 3 meranti was looking for me and asking me to go back to class. I was kinda scared at that point, i dint know what was i suppose to tell the teacher. So when i got to class i just told the teacher i was in the toilet, and she just let me pass.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally school was over but i finished 35 minutes before amanda. hahaha. Crystal's father came to pick us up from school but we had to walk back later. So when we reached her house the first thing we saw was her.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; doggie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sparky (i think thats how you spell it) it was sooooo cute and hyper, it kinda reminds me of amanda haha. Amanda is always in a good mood. so after everything we went to crystals room and tried the dresses. Most of the dresses were crsytal's. and some of them looked good on amanda and some looked good on shirley. But sadly shirley cant find any dress that suits her character in the movie. so we'll have to keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying all the dresses, we decided to act stupid and making our self look like fools, but it was so fun.  I'm still not sure on how to put the pictures up, so you guys will have to go to amanda's blog to see them. And after we took the pictures amanda and i made this video she was acting like a cat and i was acting like a dog. It was really funny. And all 4 of use could not help laughing at that video. And its also posted in amanda's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that will be all i'm going to post for now. And thank you crystal for inviting us to your house, it was really fun and i loveddddd your dog. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-6092655359317938616?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/6092655359317938616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/04/dress-up-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/6092655359317938616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/6092655359317938616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/04/dress-up-time.html' title='dress up time!!!!!'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555413467096527341.post-1601316233514536154</id><published>2009-04-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:08:51.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first.</title><content type='html'>hey guys, its my first time blogging. so dont get angry if its boring. i'll try to improve as fast as possible. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555413467096527341-1601316233514536154?l=freda3112.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/feeds/1601316233514536154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/04/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1601316233514536154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555413467096527341/posts/default/1601316233514536154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freda3112.blogspot.com/2009/04/first.html' title='first.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304021558856450972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-at5ffNvb8/TphA4FlbslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kf8tdme-Rek/s220/freda%2Bafter%2Bedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
