tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25392897838433121792011-04-21T20:33:41.019-07:00Frupehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16179697723276857754noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539289783843312179.post-55335875801557145962007-12-18T17:59:00.000-08:002007-12-18T18:10:01.289-08:00Hello WORLD (:<br /><br />Okay, last post was on the 12th. I'm just too lazy to post.<br />But it's different today.<br />Because I have something to post about. (:<br /><br />Anyway, Saturday was a shopping spree day. OHMYGOSH. Anyway, Mum brought Desiree and I out, shopping. And we went to Mango, and Taka, and we bought like LOTS of clothes, and of course, haha, FOOOD. (: For Christmas and for everyday comsumption (?!) Okay, that sounded wrong. Hahaha, I'll edit it when I think of a better phrase.<br />Back to business, and my dad could fetch us home from there, so we had to lug our things ALL the way home. And I met Stupid Eugene Yeo. Okay, I hope he doesn't read this. HAHAHHA. Anyway yeah, and we had to rush to the bus-stop, with ONE small umbrella, in the rain.<br /><br />Alright, that was Saturday. And Monday, Louann and I went to catch MR. MAGORIUM'S WONDER EMPORIUM. I love the show. It's so magically fantasy-ishly nice. I want an emporium like that. (:<br />Oh ya, and we met Rou Urn and Yue Xiang in the theatre. Hahaha, LAME.<br /><br /><br />And Louann Yeo, this is for you. In case you're gonna bug me again for the lyrics.<br /><br />Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer<br />had a very shiny nose.<br />And if you ever saw him,<br />you would even say it glows.<br /><br />All of the other reindeer<br /> used to laugh and call him names.<br /> They never let poor Rudolph<br />join in any reindeer games.<br /><br />Then one foggy Christmas Eve<br />Santa came to say:<br />"Rudolph with your nose so bright,<br /> won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"<br /><br />Then all the reindeer loved him<br />as they shouted out with glee,<br />Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,<br />you'll go down in history!<br /><br /><br />Oh ya ya ya, I'm gonna move to another address. I'll get it up soon.<br />And I'm changing my email address as well.<br />So wait for the invitation!<br /><br /><br />OKAY, some christmas cards ARE OUT! I'll have to go get more stamps for the rest!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539289783843312179-5533587580155714596?l=frupilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frupehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16179697723276857754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539289783843312179.post-36043719418867348032007-12-12T18:59:00.000-08:002007-12-12T20:40:46.767-08:00Alrightoes. Three people realised that I've moved. NOT BAD.<br /><br />Okay, I'm just bored, that's why I'm here. Okay, this sentence sounds familiar.<br />Anyway, WONGKAIYING sent me an email meant for 3/7.<br />Wellos, all 3/7 people, check your mails, for something important.<br /><br />SEE YOU<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539289783843312179-3604371941886734803?l=frupilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frupehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16179697723276857754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539289783843312179.post-23602688696082609172007-12-11T19:05:00.000-08:002007-12-11T19:16:54.946-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V75htRzQ5eE/R19SM-ECe8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qne7UZiS9iE/s1600-h/P1000253.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142919682252241858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V75htRzQ5eE/R19SM-ECe8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/qne7UZiS9iE/s320/P1000253.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V75htRzQ5eE/R19SDeECe7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nhQorCfaU4Q/s1600-h/P1000249.png"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V75htRzQ5eE/R19R9-ECe6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IBlq43GvnVY/s1600-h/P1000248.png"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hello smellie bellies.<br /></div><div>My cousins are going back tomorrow. And I'm gonna be super bored at home now :(</div><br /><div>Alright, blogger tell me to post something. But I can't think of anything to post about.<br /></div><div>Okay this will do. </div><br /><br /><div>SEE YOU ALL SOON.</div></div><br /><br /><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539289783843312179-2360268869608260917?l=frupilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frupehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16179697723276857754noreply@blogger.com0