<?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-1791991044720902231</id><updated>2011-11-25T04:14:17.996+13:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TiO6W4XC8dE/TWNKyJ2OI9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/irv4cKaD3XM/s400/christchurchcathedral.jpg'/><category term='exam'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Chapters of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4367666424246580882</id><published>2011-06-01T19:05:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:06:36.053+12:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cats Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-ltqz3EpufU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! It is pretty funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4367666424246580882?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4367666424246580882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-cats-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4367666424246580882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4367666424246580882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-cats-pray.html' title='When Cats Pray'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-ltqz3EpufU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5670680376515437935</id><published>2011-05-17T18:19:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:32:50.657+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Before you start reading this post (if you are in NZ) go, watch the moon, it lits the sky up beautifully, the wonderful creation of God. Amazing isn't it? Anyway, the little group that I sit with, most of them have boyfriends. Shocking isn't it? It was especially for me. Alice got hers by slamming into this brunette guy and both were desperate so they started dating. Jokes, didn't happen like that, it was full of drama and all sort of nonsense. Go ask her personally if you want to know. I think as the time pass, I will be the only one who is single.&lt;div&gt;I have got badminton tomorrow, somehow I dread going there especially when I am the only year 13 there. Bo-Ring! Oh well, just play and enjoy it. I really don't like chemistry, especially when I felt like I was the dumbest in class. I don't even know why I took that class! I should stop writing now, I should get on with graphics since it is due on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5670680376515437935?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5670680376515437935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/05/before-you-start-reading-this-post-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5670680376515437935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5670680376515437935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/05/before-you-start-reading-this-post-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7816967883542760810</id><published>2011-05-10T18:45:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:02:26.454+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging constantly because i have been really busy lately especially with graphics. Why am I blogging right now, it is because of my friend pavitra who keeps bugging me. That girl should really start reading books instead of blogs. Anyway, I made a mistake in class by putting the alcohol percentage way too high, because what I am doing right now is designing wine labels. I didn't realised, think that it was really low, but my friend, G, picked it up and whistled when she saw the alcohol level '15%! man that is high!' Why? I worked so hard doing my designing 4 concepts no way i am going to change it. Oh well everyone will get drunk easily when they drink it. Aubrey told me that it shouldn't matter since it is graphics, so yay! But then again she doesn't take that subject. If I do get mark down by that, I am going to give her a piece of my mind. &lt;div&gt;Chocolate tuesday, I brought a cake for the whole physic class, and the terrific thing is that they love the cake i brought! Well another win for me today! That lifted my mood up, until maths class. I fixed Amy's bag and she was excited about it that we high-five today which seems to be a little too noisy for her that she started yelling at us 'Can you read!' she says while pointing at the board that has something written on it. Well, excuse us, but we don't notice it when you put is far at the corner. But I got over it eventually, while amy was just being stuck up and swear at her a few times behind her back. We did have a good laugh at the teacher in study period while all of us just tell some funny stories about teachers. I think I should stop for now, I better do my work now since it is due next week and I still got a wine stand to design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7816967883542760810?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7816967883542760810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-been-blogging-constantly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7816967883542760810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7816967883542760810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-been-blogging-constantly.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3173176445520571415</id><published>2011-05-06T22:00:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:17:32.472+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, love that song, I remember I keep singing that song, 'All about you' by Mcfly. Haha I found it at last! After 2 years of long search, my friend remembered! Gosh, I do miss my malaysian friends a lot while listening to it. &lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am here to tell you my stories about what happen and stuff. I went to Hanmer with my friends. Gosh it was such a great trip there! It will always be rated the best memories maybe second best...I don't know one of the best. Alice Dwyer, the little monkey, always stealing my stuff and stuffing down her...oh well somewhere, knowing that I wouldn't dare to grab it. Well, it was a torture when she pull my whole shoelace off making me limp to class without any shoelace on, at last she felt sorry and gave it back to me. What else? She didn't stop there, she told Hannah everything which Hannah wanted to take my shoelace off too. What am I talking about? Oh right, Hannah and Alice...two same personality and two massive destruction to my life. Jokes! There are fantastic friends, I love them! Oh also not forgetting the others in the group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to the prom, yes! I have never been to one except for once, which I wore like a crazy hobo to that party or prom or whatever. I thought i wouldn't be fancy because my friend Jia Ling told me that she would be 'jamming' up there. When she said 'jamming' I thought she meant rocking out on stage and all. She did so but everyone dresses so elegant and stared at me when I came in, I felt like drilling a big hole there and drop in it and disappear. Oh well, Alice was totally bunking class today! Should slap her face or headlock her again like what I did the last time. It was such a fun thing to do watching her face go completely red...ahh...memories, sweet memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby asked me to bring my brothers friend to the prom. Well, it would be socially awkward bringing him there and it would be absolutely weird. I don't even know him and who said my brother would just give me his number. Of course he would just roll his eyes and tell me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3173176445520571415?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3173176445520571415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-love-that-song-i-remember-i-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3173176445520571415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3173176445520571415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-love-that-song-i-remember-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1069111997686278373</id><published>2011-04-02T21:29:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:36:19.025+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally forgot about this blog. Well, here am I again updating this blog. I am suppose to update it and now I am updating it because of Jennyfer who texted me. Well, I am way behind my graphics, I really need to do my graphics work. I have been too lazy now of this day and I really need to study. &lt;div&gt;I also realised that I like designing houses and the weird thing is I planned on being an architectual. Great, another choice in my life, now I am making stuff worst for myself. Sigh, how am I suppose to know what I want to do? Oh well, I am going to go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1069111997686278373?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1069111997686278373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-totally-forgot-about-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1069111997686278373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1069111997686278373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-totally-forgot-about-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6062515635806675318</id><published>2011-02-22T18:15:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:38:22.135+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TiO6W4XC8dE/TWNKyJ2OI9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/irv4cKaD3XM/s400/christchurchcathedral.jpg'/><title type='text'>The second one</title><content type='html'>Just when everyone was starting to forget the first, the second one struck. This wasn't expected from anyone (not sure about those geologist). Happiness in school was just forgotten so fast because of the second earthquake. Thank God everyone in my school was home when it hit, we got home because of the teacher's union at 12.15p.m and the quake strikes at 12.51 p.m. &lt;div&gt;Difference of first earthquake and the second, everyone was home when the first earthquake strikes but when the second earthquake struck everyone was having lunch or in work in the city centre. The first earthquake has done quite some damage to the city and the second earthquake have done all the damage for sure. This earthquake was 6.3 only 5 km deep and 65 people pass away. This is definitely not a great day for Christchurch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was violent, my house shook and sway violently as if it was enraged. Mum was screaming while I try to stopped a cupboard from falling onto me but everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; on the cupboard just fell of and one of our decoration drop and broke beside me. One of my bad habit was just sitting there waiting for it to stop, I should have dive under the table. Christchurch main building, the cathedral, was partly gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TiO6W4XC8dE/TWNKyJ2OI9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/irv4cKaD3XM/s400/christchurchcathedral.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 333px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576382989112058834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmdU1dVtgtc/TWNKybXh77I/AAAAAAAAAOw/vt0VdSSIKlc/s400/cathedral.story-image.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576382993815170994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;                     Before the earthquake                                                                                                           After the earthquake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hope there won't be anymore earthquake. &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/1791991044720902231-6062515635806675318?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6062515635806675318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/02/second-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6062515635806675318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6062515635806675318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/02/second-one.html' title='The second one'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TiO6W4XC8dE/TWNKyJ2OI9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/irv4cKaD3XM/s72-c/christchurchcathedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2648651041695738669</id><published>2011-02-16T15:15:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:39:33.605+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ellie and Jennyfer kept calling me granny just because I am the oldest in the group. Anyway, those little brats will be taught some manners. Megan passed around the paper asking us to tick what time we want to watch the movie 'No strings attached', when it came to my turn, I don't know what time to tick, 3.55 or 6 something so I tick both. I passed it to abby who yelled out 'Who would bloody want to go at 4!' and she laugh like a maniac. Well, somehow everyone wanted it to be at 8 something, so I changed it too and abby called me a rebel. How does that make me rebel? &lt;div&gt;Alice changed my pencil case placing and I thought I lost all my pens when I went to study. Well, it was hilarious in graphics, Alice jab me and the teacher saw it calling her a bully, then she said I should learn self defence from Alice. Boohoo! Alice isn't that strong, and she is not that tough. I was right! She tripped at the door, why would I learn self defence from a girl who can't watch where she was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenniel sent me a disgusting picture of me. Gosh! I must get one of them. I will get it tomorrow. I have to do my homework now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-2648651041695738669?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2648651041695738669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/02/ellie-and-jennyfer-kept-calling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2648651041695738669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2648651041695738669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/02/ellie-and-jennyfer-kept-calling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5103822660398808795</id><published>2011-01-20T22:24:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:43:48.362+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Where O' where has all my friends been?</title><content type='html'>Friends come and friends go. Does it all have to be like this? Life is a misery without any friends. I long for one who would ring me from time to time. I remember Jia Ling who would ring me and chat with me throughout the whole time, ignoring the phone bills and all. I love those days, and yet it all always comes to an end. Life seems perfect just at that moment and yet when I was at there I fret about all worldly things and now I still do. Here I worry about one thing, losing my friends. Everyone seems so independent so well sorted, so well planned with everything. I am still lost in my track, finding my own path, which one should I lead? I am sometimes still searching. I am lost. So many thoughts and questions, but so little answer. I should ring my friends from time to time, keeping them close is one thing that is important. &lt;div&gt;My friends in malaysia has all parted their ways, each going to the college or universities that they desire, and they are just so hard to keep in touch. Sure facebook will do the trick, but soon a whole paragraph of story will be one sentence and one sentence will be a word of reply. As the time tick, we distance ourselves, is it just me or you? Who changes? Did I change or did you change? It is hard to understand. Time gives us no time, it just comes and goes. Simple and yet quite complicated for me to juggle between 'adjusting' to the new life and 'keeping' the old life. How can I do both at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep my old friends and meet new friends, but once I do one, I start losing track of the other. This is hard. Life is complicated. Why do I worry? I guess it is all because I am a worrywart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5103822660398808795?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5103822660398808795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-o-where-has-all-my-friends-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5103822660398808795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5103822660398808795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-o-where-has-all-my-friends-been.html' title='Where O&apos; where has all my friends been?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-240557757338403425</id><published>2011-01-01T21:33:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:44:12.981+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year to all! 2011, I am ready for you, even though I am not ready, you will just rush into my life without any hesitant. So I am always ready, willingly or unwillingly, I am ready. What can I say, 2010 was great but it has always felt the same like every other years. You look back and you feel accomplished...maybe, not quite. I don't set new year resolution because I know it will never last and I will never remember whatever resolution I set up. I hope I shall start off 2011 with a great start, a great booze will help me, and that booze should be good results. I know that no matter how hard I try to forget my results, it will still stick to me like a magnet, I will always remember it no matter what. It depends how good it is; it will either be a flower that blossom beautifully or a ugly weed. One that will be mock and one that will be praised, I cannot choose. Life has always been tough and hard. But again, happy new year to all, may God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-240557757338403425?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/240557757338403425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/240557757338403425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/240557757338403425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3674683818788107206</id><published>2010-12-11T12:33:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:14:41.538+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in 'Wonderland'</title><content type='html'>Alice a young, beautiful lady, mingled with her friends. Instead of tying her hair up into a bun, Alice had her curly brunette her down, somehow a young man from a far took notice. Not knowing this, Alice as usual had her friends laugh like a maniac around her while she farted loudly. The young man somehow find it so amusing that he laughed out loud too. Alice turned around and found this young man laughing by himself, thinking that he is insane, Alice told her friends about it while they stared at him weirdly and move away from that man. The young man realised the whole group was staring at him and he knew that he made a fool of himself. He picked up his books and head towards the group of girl. One girl screamed 'Get away from us' and everyone started running as if their life was in danger. Alice was running clumsily and she tripped over a rock doubling over and injured herself that she can hardly get up. The young man hurried towards her helping her up. Shocked by his reaction, she examined this young man who seems so handsome up close. His jet black hair and his blue eyes seems to impressed her. 'Why were you guys running from me?' the young man asked as he stared into her blue eyes. Knowing that it was her fault she put on a silly smiled and shrugged. 'My name is *blah* (put your ideal man's name in), let's get you to a doctor', he smiled and carried her in his strong arms. She placed her arms around his neck hugging him. 'Do you take arts?' he asked. &lt;div&gt;'How do you know?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Oh, your hands..'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What?' she look at her hands, which were covered in paints 'Oh...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after a few weeks time, Alice started dating him and he seems to impress her parents. Those two seems so close that they are always together. When Alice was 25, she got married to him and they had four lovely kids and they live happily ever after. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3674683818788107206?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3674683818788107206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/12/alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3674683818788107206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3674683818788107206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/12/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in &apos;Wonderland&apos;'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7124250525443044719</id><published>2010-10-27T17:28:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:07:16.894+13:00</updated><title type='text'>'Relationship'</title><content type='html'>There are two types of friends, one that will tell you everything and one that is so secretive that she wouldn't tell anyone anything. There are some of my friends that is such a chatterbox that would tell you everything except for one thing, 'relationship'. She talk and talk and talk, while you listen attentively, not missing one word, until she blurts out a name that she shouldn't have said but still continue on like a tut tut train trying to cover up her mistake, until you interrupt her 'Who is (name)?'. She shrugs and deny your comment but at the corner of your eye you see her blush and smile and you know you may be right. Maybe, just maybe she is dating or maybe she had a crush or maybe she is embarrass that you tease her with a certain someone. No matter how beg and ask she will always shake her head vigorously and say 'No' in a stern way. But some people are just like a detective they will always ask 'Who is he/she?' and followed with the normal phrase 'Tell me EVERYTHING', they will persuade until that stubborn nut gives up and tell them everything except missing some important points. Yeah, that would be me, but I don't always persuade, I used to not anymore. All I do was smile along and stick to my 1st two maybe's, it is fun and interesting that way but yet annoying not to know. But why bother? Yeah sure it is the lastest gossip in your own 'reality world' but don't you have your life to gossip about? &lt;div&gt;There are two types of people, one who wants to be in relationship so badly and one that doesn't care at all. Most of my friends are the one who wants to be in relationship so badly, almost everyday I hear the same thing 'I wish I got a boyfriend' or I hear a sigh when I tease them about boyfriends. Until I met someone who said 'I don't care, I can't be bothered to have a boyfriend', how interesting. She jokes and laugh about having a boyfriend and this is how the conversation goes...(I will call her A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I will be sick of valentines and stuff like that. He will be like 'I got you some chocolate! So...what did you get for me?' 'Uh....socks?' and I will give him my socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Lol! I bet he will dump you at the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Haha! And I would be like 'Aww...why do you to break...uh..I don't care anyway, bye!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, if a girl dumps a boy like that I would call her the 'heartbreaker'. My friend is a joker, she is not all bad. She does have a heart, I remember the time one of her mates got mad at her she was all sad and worried. I am in between this two people, sometimes I want to be in one, but once I see that you have to text him like every 5 minutes I get put off. Sure being in a relationship is nice, someone who care for you and love you, aww..how sweet but don't you have your own friends who cares? I am not against relationship, I just want to be happy everyday without worrying. But it is hard to be honest, especially for me.&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/1791991044720902231-7124250525443044719?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7124250525443044719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7124250525443044719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7124250525443044719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/relationship.html' title='&apos;Relationship&apos;'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3861721295499406478</id><published>2010-10-11T15:51:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:11:17.999+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The pride of the sign 'L'</title><content type='html'>I got this last Wednesday if I wasn't mistaken. The pride of getting 'L' is like getting a badge of honour or getting a gold medal. Most people will think this is silly or stupid but not me. I stride around proudly showing my temporary piece of paper to everyone. The yellow square template with a black sign 'L' was attach to the car wind screen. Getting behind the wheel is lovely, smiling in glee while you rev up the car and step on the acceleration too hard that it jerk forward, leaving your teacher sweaty and their hands are gripped on tightly to the side handle. &lt;div&gt;This 'L' is not just an L it is the part of your success and a step towards independence. I smile with pride as I drive onto the road, smiling and waving at every bypasser while they give you a look, a look that say 'She is crazy', a look that you might agree. For you it is just a learners, but for me it is a learning process to independence and pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3861721295499406478?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3861721295499406478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/pride-of-sign-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3861721295499406478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3861721295499406478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/pride-of-sign-l.html' title='The pride of the sign &apos;L&apos;'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-457979693532767622</id><published>2010-10-09T11:38:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:53:23.835+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was once I called Jia Ling, she was so excited about this one shoe and she wants to get it but I just don't know how. Anyway, she wanted my address so I told her and she replied 'Can you say it slowly once more?'. My address has a word 'Grove' in it, while I was mentioning that she was like 'Growth? G.r.o.w.t.h?' and I was like 'What kind of dumb address it that?' after having a few laughs at her while she sighs and grumble, I spell it out for her. And again, the questions that she always ask 'Why are there no photos of you in your facebook?'. Oh gosh, I can't just take a picture of myself and post it in. That would be extremely weird and having friends to take with me? I would say my friends don't really like the camera flashing their way when they are not pretty enough. I remember when I am in the mall they were like 'Livia can you not, I am in this dumb outfit' or whatever, something like that. They were actually wearing all this flashy outfits with some blings and bangles everywhere, whereas I am just wearing a shirt and a jean. Jokes, I hardly take pictures anyway, I look like a douche carrying my camera everywhere. I got my phone, but nah my phone is terrible, the pictures in it always look awful. &lt;div&gt;Today, my dad's mates are coming over for lunch. Last night my mum was asking me to roast a chicken for his mates. Why? Why me? You know I always burn it. New Zealand got a gold medal for commonwealth and Malaysia has 5 gold medals, yeah! Go Malaysia! Alice! Asians are winning that Kiwis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-457979693532767622?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/457979693532767622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-was-once-i-called-jia-ling-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/457979693532767622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/457979693532767622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-was-once-i-called-jia-ling-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6453670493194733987</id><published>2010-10-05T21:04:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:08:27.927+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Holiday is becoming more and more boring. I am planning to take my learners license tomorrow, but I am still unsure whether I can pass. I just hope that I can pass and get it done with. I haven't been studying lately, gosh, and I so much to brush up especially english. Amy haven't top up her phone, she is really slow, how is she suppose to make plans when she don't top up her phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6453670493194733987?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6453670493194733987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6453670493194733987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6453670493194733987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/10/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6977538342259518584</id><published>2010-09-30T20:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:09:59.443+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing in my blog because I had been really busy lately. Busy resting. I know, I know, how can you be busy resting. Well...actually, if you rest you take lots of effort. You have to take some time off, trying to push everything aside just to rest. I mean come on, sometimes you rest, your mum will ask you to do some work, thinking you are lazy. You need to find a time, to just sit back relax and enjoy doing nothing until you hear your name being called. There goes my mum again, I need to clean the table now and then back to my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6977538342259518584?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6977538342259518584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-been-writing-in-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6977538342259518584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6977538342259518584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-been-writing-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-299201203326165599</id><published>2010-09-18T12:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:46:09.515+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><content type='html'>I hate how I reacts to Saturday, everything seems slower, my movement, my thinking, especially my reaction. I don't know why, I always feel tired, or some other people might say lazy. But I am seriously not lazy, I want to be active. But somehow, I am way too tired to move, when I stand up, I feel dizzy, the room feels shaky. Probably is the after shock huh.. &lt;div&gt;Yesterday was hilarious, Alice was funny. I mean, when you look at her you start cracking up.  It all started when Abby said 'Look at Alice! She looks funny!', yea that was when everyone started cracking up. Danielle said it was because of her skirt, it was slant sideways and her jersey make her body a little bit distorted. We played a game how fast people react or realised what was changed to a person's appearance. I suck at it of course, I don't know what I was doing, so all I did was fold up my jersey's sleeves and lower my tie. Before that, they were trying to pronounce my chinese name correctly, obviously it was a failure. Abby was the closest one to getting my name right and she was asking 'Do I sound asian?'. She is good but she doesn't sound asian. Alice is always the worst at pronouncing my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-299201203326165599?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/299201203326165599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/reaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/299201203326165599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/299201203326165599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6057628919129547182</id><published>2010-09-04T08:41:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:50:47.904+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>It was the biggest earthquake in New Zealand. It started in Canterbury, that is why it was so huge. Everyone was actually freaking out, even me, the magnitude was 7.4. I text Alice, who was actually sleeping until her mum came into her room yelling 'Get under the door!'. It freaking woke me up alright, shaking so hard like trying to shake a sleeping beauty up. Misa even text me asking whether I am alright. This is really one scary experience, I couldn't sleep after that. Even dad got calls from every where especially from my aunt and uncle. Just pray that God will keep Christchurch strong and stop the earthquake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6057628919129547182?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6057628919129547182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/earthquake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6057628919129547182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6057628919129547182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8573320465986760990</id><published>2010-09-02T17:00:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:03:25.655+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can people can excellent when I can't even get achieved? &lt;div&gt;How can I achieved the highest? Why can't I be like the others? What is wrong with my essay? Why do I fail when I just make one stupid mistake? I got that date wrong, so what? That is much of a problem is it? Well, I really need to brush up on my stupid essay. All three of them, short stories, unfamiliar and extended text. I really need to study now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8573320465986760990?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8573320465986760990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-can-people-can-excellent-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8573320465986760990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8573320465986760990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-can-people-can-excellent-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4963769482169925811</id><published>2010-09-01T17:46:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:14:46.358+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really kind</title><content type='html'>My title post really got nothing in common with my post here but it might have something in common. Well, I won badminton singles and doubles so I am really happy. Misa was my badminton partner in my doubles. Laura, one of my badminton teammates kept saying 'Livia stop doing that' after that it followed with 'Livia you are being too harsh!' or 'Don't be mean'. I am kind, real kind, seriously. Everyone was against me in badminton, can you believe that, I mean come on mate, even Misa was laughing crazily at my terrible hit. But anyway, I won, as amy said we should have credits for playing badminton. She reckons I would get excellence for it. It would be great if I get credits for it...&lt;div&gt;It was a close call, I freaking slip and almost smash out of the windows. What a day, probably not smashing out of the window, my head was an inch close to the window. I was going down the stairs arguing with Zahra as usual because she called me a 'gleek' because I watch glee. I argued that she did watch glee, anyhow, I was walking backwards then turn wanting to walk the right way but I slip, missing a step so I slip. Rushing down the stairs at full speed (just imagine someone push you down a stairs but you didn't fall) but it was alright because two steps and I got my grip back. But I thought I would slam into it, I already had my hands up to my head. Dayna, Felicity and Zahra was laughing hysterically and so was I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home and text Zahra about how I met this indian muslim guy who would love to meet her. She didn't believe me at first, calling me an egg as usual and saying that I was lying. I told her that it was true and he was interested in meeting her and I said I describe her very well. She asked what did I said and I said that she was short but pretty, smart but dumb at times and said that she would make a good wife! Then she called me a douche bag, real nice ae after I called her pretty and smart. The boy was ten or under...totally her type. Zahra the Zebra never miss her chance to insult me and I never miss mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was imagining the story that I would like to write, my heroes would be Alice ( I know she is not the type of hero, anyway her attitude might make it fun), Abby and Terri. There are more, but this three would be one of the main character. Oh I told Zahra that she can be the annoying main character who gets everyone in trouble. Amy and Stacey, can be the funny and annoying merchants. There will be more to plan, I might put some of my Malaysian mates in, Qi can be the strongest enemy since there is no one as strong as her, Jia Ling the expensive merchant the others might be the minor character. I haven't plan it all yet, just bit by bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4963769482169925811?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4963769482169925811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-really-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4963769482169925811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4963769482169925811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-really-kind.html' title='I am really kind'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8115744420840245629</id><published>2010-08-30T18:03:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:23:53.234+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alice and G, a charlie angels? No way... Alice and a fantastic dream, she dreamt that she was like one of charlie angels with her partner G. She tells her story, full of adventures and action. It was something like this...&lt;div&gt;It was a late night hang out, Alice, G, Danielle and Abby went for a lovely walk in the city. Out of nowhere, buskers came, dancing and singing, Alice realised they were in danger, 'Quick don't make a sound (something like that)'. But stubbornly G shouted something that I can't remember. The buskers notice the girls, they rushed towards them and all of the sudden, Danielle needs to tie her shoelace. While the two girls got caught behind, Alice and G became heroes, rushing in saving the 'damsel in distress'. Alice grabbed one of the man by his arm and twisted it saying 'Don't do that again!' then she blow him off with a powerful punch. G no idea what she did, bet she got her crazy 'kung fu' skills. While Alice did a high kick causing stunning some men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no way such thing would happen, Alice is tough but never would be able to do karate and G way to soft to have 'kung fu'. I tell you who got karate's moves, Zahra the Zebra, the girl who hit me on the elbow so hard it hurts. Nah just joking it doesn't, it was a soft knock because I ignore her. I tell you what hurts, my chinese teacher giving me more than 55 strokes, using a cane. Yup, that was the day I cried...oh wait, I cried once when one of the PE teacher plans to embarrass us, asking us strip just because we forgot to bring our PE clothes (we didn't strip though). I mean how can you embarrass people, that is a terrible teacher, sure you can yell and shout at us but not embarrass us, we are embarrass enough if they told us off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8115744420840245629?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8115744420840245629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/alice-and-g-charlie-angels-no-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8115744420840245629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8115744420840245629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/alice-and-g-charlie-angels-no-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4034367031112737027</id><published>2010-08-25T14:00:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:14:53.310+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had exams for the past few days. To tell you the truth it didn't go so well, I studied the main topic, instead the littlest, and most not important question to me came out. Draw the graph for biology for the pH enzymes and the temperature. Discuss about the differences about the pH and the temperature of the enzymes. I was like 'What? Didn't even know there was a pH for that'. So I wrote down, the differences of pH and temperature in the enzymes are that the names. The names are the first differences that I spot. No, I didn't put that down, I skip to the next page straight away. Physics, it was a miracle that I can do most of the question! Most! I said most! Yeah, might get not achieve again but at least I get what I was doing for mechanics. Waves, a disaster, I don't even know what equation that I should use, so I just wrote nonsense down, simply picking a equation and solve the problem. I might get it wrong but anyway, I did my best. English, I rather not talk about it, I think everyone can guess how well I did. Well, after Physics I taught Zahra maths. For an hour I taught her maths and all she learn was factorising an easy equations. But at least she learnt something, well, after that I was browsing through her photos laughing at all her little poses and tease some of them. At least she is not like a person who get angry real fast. She laugh along with me actually, laughing at all my insults. So it is alright to tease her but not the sensitive one. That's all for today folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4034367031112737027?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4034367031112737027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-exams-for-past-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4034367031112737027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4034367031112737027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-exams-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3344264357780431127</id><published>2010-08-17T17:36:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:54:21.443+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear! How blonde can you be?</title><content type='html'>I question Alice about the bible, while I insists that she answers she whines like a small kid saying that she don't have much bible knowledge. The question was simple and easy but probably hard for her or maybe she is lying. I asked her 'what are the first four book in the new testament?' She replied 'I don't know!? What is new testament?'. Great...I got to explain, I am not good at explaining. So I just said the new testament is the birth of Jesus onwards and the old is the part where Jesus Christ had not been born. Well after I 'Google'-ed the differences of New and Old, I learned that the new testament is the where the new revelation begins. The old is the old revelation. I think that is right....again, she complained saying that how she read my blog and how I didn't answered the question when I know so much. Well, I told her that if I explain they will throw more questions in my face which I can't answer. But she didn't listen sometimes as usual because of her overly busy personality or should I say she does more than two things at a time. Although I make her sound like a she is superman she is not, she is just a dramatic person who expression is overly expressed with her weird body sign language. Tall like a basket baller but never once is she athletic, slim like a model but she stills complains about her fatness (sometimes, not really about her fatness but about how fat she becomes).  Did I make her sound like she is evil? I hope not, because she is really nice. Nice as in she talks a lot and she makes weird noises. She is has brunette hair but she is really blonde to me. You know what I mean. You should know why I say blonde. Don't worry if you don't understand it means that your innocence mind has not fully mature or should I give you a hint? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Why do people tell blonde jokes?&lt;/span&gt;(highlight the blank space if you think your brain if mature enough, if not leave it)&lt;div&gt;Enough description about Alice. Abby grabbed me by my tie as if she is wanting to beat me up, she told me how I hurt her feelings by saying she ignored me. I don't think she is mad, she is just a girl who laughs and never get angry. She seems to have a funny family and a cute dog. She always got a story to tell everyone when she comes to school. 'Listen! Listen to me!' her favourite phrase just because someone turns away she becomes paranoid thinking people ain't listening to her. Oh Dear! How blonde can you be Abby? Every one is listening. I am the one who should be saying 'Listen!', probably not my type but seriously no one listen to me. Even when I talk to the girl beside me she would seems to not hear me and turn to another girl and talk to her. How insulting, I do not blame those girl, it is just because they have some hearing problem ( I am joking). G is the sad one. I remember her saying 'I don't want you talking about me on your blog, because I sound stupid', those word sort of crush my heart. I felt bad so bad that I felt like crying. And again, I am joking, how blonde can you be (if you fell for my tricks again)? Why would I feel sad about that, just change the name. So I named her G because without writing about her in my blog, it seems like a big empty space that needed to be filled. G the gentle and soft nature girl. She sticks her middle finger up at her friends for fun, while she laughs cruelly after that. She have quite a cruel laughter 'HAHAHA!', her first three laughter can give you a shock of your life if you were dreaming. I got a fright once, when I was sitting beside her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I hardly talk about this girl, the reason is I hardly talk to her. The skinny little girl with her massive big brains. She is the smartest of them all, the most knowledgable girl in the group. I would say she is just like a wise man or should I call her wise woman? Anyway, her name is Danielle, that tall smart girl. I felt like a dumb one beside her. Well, being beside her is like her saying 'Oh Dear! How blonde can you be, Livia?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3344264357780431127?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3344264357780431127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-dear-how-blonde-can-you-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3344264357780431127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3344264357780431127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-dear-how-blonde-can-you-be.html' title='Oh Dear! How blonde can you be?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7509668852667159970</id><published>2010-08-12T18:29:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:44:50.374+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't see the point of writing in here, no one even reads it. Anyway, I write it just for my memories. Somehow I was talking about laughter yesterday about how I should be describing everyones laughter. Unexpectedly today, they talked about it. Everyone has their own unusual laughter, some snorts when they laugh. Well, I will describe my terrible sound of laughter. Every laugh that I let out, it sounded like I had asthma, as if every breathe I let out, I am going to die. G's laughter is loud and recognisable from miles. You can hear a loud 'HAHAHA' usually it goes three times then silence, mostly because she need to breathe in or she cups her mouth as if she knows that she is being too loud. Alice's laughter is somehow unique, from her laughter you can see all kind of dramatic movement that her body will show. I know that when she laugh she start with a 'Ah' in front so it sounds like 'Ahahahaha'. Well I think you know what I mean. Abby, crazy laughter like mine but not that terrible. She inhale in when she laugh, and when her laugh is silent and she raise a finger to point at you, she is sort of mocking you. That is how it looks like to me. Danielle, her face goes red sort of like pink if she goes on more than about 2 seconds. She nods in agreement when she laughs if she agrees with something. Some are silent laughters, but I still remember the most interesting person who laughs with her head bobbing to the front and back smacking her hand on whatever object she can find, her name is Jia Ling. You can't really describe laughters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7509668852667159970?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7509668852667159970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-dont-see-point-of-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7509668852667159970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7509668852667159970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-dont-see-point-of-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1451665423556721747</id><published>2010-08-11T21:01:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:18:21.953+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart answers because it is never wrong.</title><content type='html'>Read the questions properly. I read some of the stupid exam questions, some are not stupid it is just so true. How could the teacher mark the answer wrong, it is straightforward and true. But sadly, teachers are really straightforward that they must have the right answer. The following answer is true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why is oxygen non-polar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Because God made it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it is true that God made it that way. So do you think it is wrong? I don't think so. I called Li Hui today. Interesting talk and she needs to attend tution so that is where the conversation stop. I had quite a laugh when I annoy people, not in a bad way until people couldn't stand it. Well, I do love asking the question 'Did you get into National Service?' if their answer is no, I would reply with a disappointing way, 'Why???' while they yell 'how should I know?'. Jia Ling was the victim so was lihui and after that, I passed my day with happiness or would I say satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1451665423556721747?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1451665423556721747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/smart-answers-because-it-is-never-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1451665423556721747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1451665423556721747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/smart-answers-because-it-is-never-wrong.html' title='Smart answers because it is never wrong.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6085383039192421432</id><published>2010-08-10T19:00:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:30:34.603+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had learn that even some non-Christian knows more than us. Shocking how Danielle came up with this remark that sounded so true. That skinny girl had more brains than I thought but she is indeed the smart one. Don't get me wrong, I admit that she is really smart. She said that how dinosaurs exist before human. God created everything within 7 days and she said that within that 7 days it is like a million years on earth. I thought for awhile and realised that what she said was so true. Even Alice a Christian don't know about that. God created humans at the last day, so dinosaurs are animals and animals were created on the before humans. And it is also stated in the bible that &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.--Psalm 90:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.--2 Peter 3:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are so many question that cannot be answered sometimes. Some believes that there is a God but why do they not believe in Jesus Christ? They said that God is supposed to be nice but why do the non-believers go to hell? That I do not know but I do think it is like a punishment. Since Adam and Eve disobey God, they ate from the tree of knowledge, causing them to know what is right and wrong. I think God allowed  free-will to happen from the beginning that is why the tree of knowledge of good and evil is there in the first place. So with free will anyone can choose what they like to do but not everyone choose the right thing. Some are just ignorant people that is why I think hell exist. I don't know that is my theory, I just guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6085383039192421432?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6085383039192421432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-learn-that-even-some-non.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6085383039192421432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6085383039192421432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-learn-that-even-some-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8571479247585957013</id><published>2010-08-08T12:08:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T12:39:23.119+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover and Trade Fair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a sleepover on Friday, I didn't really get much sleep on Friday though. We were preparing for the Trade Fair which was on Saturday. We tried to planned our way of designing on Saturday but I think we didn't get much done. I took a picture of Alice while she was trying to dry her hair like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34SvejqMI/AAAAAAAAANw/ybNjlaVNepk/s400/DSC00928.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502827320582580418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34TGSTyjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/melL7K59V5E/s400/DSC00930.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502827326705224242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alice pretending to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Trade Fair Day, our outfit was a purple top and a high waist black skirt. I must say we looked really professional with that outfit and that 'DELTAH' word printed on our shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34UPfrITI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YvG0kPzff-4/s1600/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34TwlEg0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/RCaAlnx7g0A/s400/DSC00934.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502827338058203970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34Tu2OYuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Hj6QdA6pYFs/s400/DSC00932.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502827337593283298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our stand. The stand that stands out the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34UPfrITI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YvG0kPzff-4/s400/DSC00936.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502827346357068082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alice the druggie (just joking), taking her drug (which was the delicious fudge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everyone was not allow to eat at the stand so Alice was breaking the rules, eating at the stand but I don't think the judges notice because she was hiding under the table.&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/1791991044720902231-8571479247585957013?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8571479247585957013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleepover-and-trade-fair-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8571479247585957013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8571479247585957013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleepover-and-trade-fair-day.html' title='Sleepover and Trade Fair Day'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TF34SvejqMI/AAAAAAAAANw/ybNjlaVNepk/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1332867291446330766</id><published>2010-08-05T18:43:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:54:43.685+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Malaysia's english exam</title><content type='html'>Every time when there is an essay that my teacher assign me to do, I struggle really hard to finish it. I hate poems, what can I write about it? These are the questions the teacher gave us to do for the poems:&lt;div&gt;1. How was the language or the structure or style in the poems you have studied effective and why did this increase your understanding of the texts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. For each of the poems studied analyse how the author's use of language helped you more vividly understand an important idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. For each of the poems studied analyse how the authors used constrast to help make the text more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose one from the above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I did was whine. All of the above are so freaking hard, how am I suppose to answer them? It is so hard that I feel like writing 'I can't do all of the above, any other choices?', of course I am not that stupid, my teacher will just laugh at me. I got to get back and start thinking of ideas of how to continue my essay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1332867291446330766?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1332867291446330766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-malaysias-english-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1332867291446330766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1332867291446330766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-malaysias-english-exam.html' title='I miss Malaysia&apos;s english exam'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6604255417677395749</id><published>2010-08-03T18:30:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:45:36.066+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology</title><content type='html'>There was a reliever in our class for biology, so we snuck out from our assign seats and into the seats beside our friend. Stacey the most annoying person for that day. But siting beside amy and stacey was pretty much fun. Anyway, there are some awesome conversation going on...awesome but insulting...&lt;div&gt;Amy is going to sit for a scholarship so that next year she can go to Japan and study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy: I totally had the teacher man! She will give it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: But if you go we can't graduate together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacey: Oh I know we won't, you are going to fail and I am going to graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy: LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I got totally insulted there. Anyway, there was another one. Amy tries to hurt my feeling, 'Livia your english sucks, do you feel hurt?', shocked I turn to looked at her 'What? No, because I always know that my english is way...better than you'. Stacey turns 'Oh! She got you there!'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Abby seems to sound like the nanny since she lost her voice. Not exactly like the nanny but at some point when she said 'I know', it seems so totally a like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the heck is the front cover of the book, I need it....Alice. My email is liviachee93@hotmail.com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6604255417677395749?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6604255417677395749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/biology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6604255417677395749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6604255417677395749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/biology.html' title='Biology'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1576290929544428933</id><published>2010-08-03T16:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:22:34.476+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhys Darby Live - Imagine That: Military</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/OFCknErsr3Q/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFCknErsr3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFCknErsr3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1576290929544428933?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1576290929544428933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/rhys-darby-live-imagine-that-military.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1576290929544428933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1576290929544428933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/08/rhys-darby-live-imagine-that-military.html' title='Rhys Darby Live - Imagine That: Military'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-650801989991145109</id><published>2010-07-28T17:15:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:20:03.461+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am suppose to study</title><content type='html'>Mid year exams are coming! I really can't sit down and study, it is like five minutes of studying then ten minutes of rest and it repeat continuously. I really need some one to help me with my essay writing! I am bad at it, I need extra coaching on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-650801989991145109?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/650801989991145109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-suppose-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/650801989991145109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/650801989991145109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-suppose-to-study.html' title='I am suppose to study'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6291882263720774089</id><published>2010-07-20T18:17:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:36:07.152+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough</title><content type='html'>It was tough at first, starting all over again. It was always tough the first time, never once was life so simple. Sometimes, I wish I could just skip the first few hard chapters of my life and skip to the easiest part. But life is never simple, never once was it simple. Passing by the hardest part of my life was a relieve. I am thankful that life was never once simple, because if it was, it would be boring. As you all know, I love dreaming, I love looking back at what I have done, laughing at myself, at how I struggled with the hardship by using stupid techniques to get by. &lt;div&gt;Day by day, I got closer to those I never thought I would care about. I thought I would be stuck with the first group I sat with, probably they would change me, making some kind of weird girl. I thought it was good to change, but I realised being myself was the key to make good friends. Every single day in school was a good pay off, I tend to get closer to my friends. Somehow, school feels like home now. Except for the fact that when you go to class, the teacher would bored you to death sometimes. Not always, depends on how they teach and the topics. If it was too boring, I wish I could go home and snuggle in my bed with the electric blanket on. I would say that my journey so far is a pleasant bumpy ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6291882263720774089?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6291882263720774089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6291882263720774089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6291882263720774089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/tough.html' title='Tough'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1013235123793701750</id><published>2010-07-18T16:53:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:59:06.351+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of holiday</title><content type='html'>I never like the last day of holiday, the last day is the day of whining and complaining. As usual, whenever school is going to start, my parents start their lecture about success. About how being hardworking lead to success. While they babble about how smart those Asian are and told me to study as hard as those hardworking asian here. Then, they relate about Malaysian people, how hardworking they are how none of the people there turns our as electrician or whatever. My brother plans to be an electrician, tough job but a good pay. The pay over here is never less than 12 dollars, so whatever you do, you get at least 12 dollars. I started getting a bit mad when they compare me, telling how their friends children are lawyers because they are hardworking. Bla bla bla! They aren't bad parents but they do accept the fact that we are average people and lazy especially me. But to all people who think they are smart and a genius, good for you! Go fort and make wonderful results! I never envy those smart one, not once. I am glad that I don't get as much pressure as they do because they will always have to take the high educated job. You get the money but you don't get the joy. I was considering to do a job of designing a game kind of job but I am not creative enough. I should try, but I need to take graphic. &lt;div&gt;I am actually please by the smallest achievement that I get. Screw those high achievers! I can't get to your level but I can get all my happiness! I remember how malaysian distributes the smart one from the dumb one. I am the dumb one and I remember how everyone always praise and give the highest place to all the smart one. Those who is smart will always lift their head up high and the dumb one will always sink their head lower. While the smart succeed the average and below start dropping out, slowly losing their faith and desire in studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do believe that God made us different for a reason, making some people smarter, some people average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1013235123793701750?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1013235123793701750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-of-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1013235123793701750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1013235123793701750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-of-holiday.html' title='The last day of holiday'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7657367407625607032</id><published>2010-07-14T18:38:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:59:32.243+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends went to sent the usb so that we can have our book done. Hm...I wonder how does the book looks like. I did some of it, then let terri to take over. She love making the book, so let her do it, let my burdens be lifted. It is really hard, seriously, I am not creative at all and yet, I need to design the pages and all. Well, at least it is done already. All I have to do now, is just sit back and relax. Until the book comes out, I have to get out of my comfort zone and start selling again.&lt;div&gt;I really need to start on my grammar, my english teacher said it is terrible. I mean not in my face, in the report, she didn't put the word terrible in but I guess that is what she meant. How am I suppose to pass english?? I don't want to take english again next year, sitting among the younger girls make me feel stupid. Maths teacher said that I was reluctant to participate in my class. What!? How can it be, I participate, and usually I don't get what she is jabbering about. My grades are alright, maths is an easy subject except statistics. Writing an essay about how I get my answer and how I did it. Then, comparing the other methods with the methods I used and state how it will help to make my answer much more accurate. Confusing, I know, thank God I pass that annoying test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7657367407625607032?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7657367407625607032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friends-went-to-sent-usb-so-that-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7657367407625607032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7657367407625607032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friends-went-to-sent-usb-so-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4052855751160174906</id><published>2010-07-07T22:04:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:08:36.089+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just move in to my new house! Woot! It is definitely exciting! Alice, that is part of the model....there is more, I just don't know how to put the pages in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TDRRxtxXktI/AAAAAAAAANo/f9EykbX5uLI/s1600/DSC02160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TDRRxtxXktI/AAAAAAAAANo/f9EykbX5uLI/s400/DSC02160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491103760213578450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TDRRT6Xac-I/AAAAAAAAANg/0GH_w5zyRSE/s1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TDRRT6Xac-I/AAAAAAAAANg/0GH_w5zyRSE/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491103248198300642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umm...the butterfly, that is part of the signature for our book. Probably they might not like it, so post your comment managing director before I copy and paste it into every single page.&lt;div&gt;&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/1791991044720902231-4052855751160174906?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4052855751160174906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-move-in-to-my-new-house-woot-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4052855751160174906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4052855751160174906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-move-in-to-my-new-house-woot-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/TDRRxtxXktI/AAAAAAAAANo/f9EykbX5uLI/s72-c/DSC02160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6218581907210551871</id><published>2010-06-22T17:06:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:14:59.935+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging lately, really busy and I need to prepare for my seminar. Okay, I am crapping my pants, but today I just felt that there is nothing to be afraid of and what Nicole said was pretty much true, everyone put on a I-am-listening-face but their mind wanders off. I agreed with her because that is pretty much what I did, my mind wanders off, dreaming that is what I love to do. &lt;div&gt;My business group, Deltah, we been photo shooting for our book. Yesterday, our whole group got to take a group photo so we got the make-up artist to put on some make-up. I would say she is pretty good, but to me I look like a clown. Anyway, pictures will be up soon, but not today. Alice and Terri also plan to sleepover at my house because they are going to help me out with the photoshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures will be up soon. Just wait till Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6218581907210551871?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6218581907210551871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6218581907210551871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6218581907210551871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1489923062623701575</id><published>2010-06-09T16:01:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:09:01.151+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Dwyer</title><content type='html'>She the little cheeky monkey who won't stop talking. She kept saying that I change, I hardly talk, I got reason for that. But not telling the readers what it is. Anyway it is her birthday today! I am not the only 17 year old girl anymore. I sent her some stupid, really lame happy birthday text.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;()~~()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(^  ^ )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0       0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! you are as old as me. I am still buying you a present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, probably that is why she doesn't text me back. I am way...too childish. Anyway, I have already planned her a birthday gift although she doesn't want it. But who cares, I am still getting her one, who don't like birthday presents? Just that I don't know whether I will be able to find the sources that I was looking for. I will still continue searching for that thing though. Okay...back to my seminar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1489923062623701575?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1489923062623701575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/alice-dwyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1489923062623701575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1489923062623701575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/alice-dwyer.html' title='Alice Dwyer'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1110582334674514137</id><published>2010-06-08T18:04:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:15:40.025+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I was fine today, until the last period, my stomach ache worsen and I felt so sleepy. I wanted to sleep but it is Mrs Bull class. She will scream at you if you don't listen, who knows what happen to people who sleep in class. So while trying to stay awake with my bad stomach ache, I suddenly had the urge to puke. I drank some water and it got worst. There was still 15 minutes left. 15 minutes is a long time. But well, I got through it, but when the bell rang, I puke a mouthful, of course I don't want to keep it in my mouth I swallow it which makes me feel like puking again. I tastes tuna which was my lunch. I rush to the toilet thinking I would vomit again. It didn't came out when I was in the toilet, sigh...it is always the same. When I don't want it to come out, it came out; When I want it to come out, it doesn't come out. Oh well, I think I will stop for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1110582334674514137?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1110582334674514137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1110582334674514137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1110582334674514137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2476178798895094761</id><published>2010-06-05T10:20:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:35:32.542+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really sorry to all readers, this year is a very very tiring year for me. Every time checking on the new house, planning the furniture then I got to study for almost every week there is an exam coming up. I don't like this year much...I worry every time about english, I don't want to fail it! I don't want to be the dumb one who fail everything.. I must pass! I promise myself. &lt;div&gt;Let me tell you about last wednesday, we had our business management speech in hotel copthorne. I realised the speech isn't that embarrassing, it was suppose to be because we did a jingle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Deltah girls produce beauty book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once you read it you will get hook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty, nails, hair and skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..and don't forget those juicy lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We tell the truth and we save you money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; no photograph on our picture no no honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untainted beauty'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last sentence wasn't sung because Alice just walk out and start talking. I felt my ears going hot, was a little scared. The most embarrassing thing in the competition was..'the lift'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alice, 'the real rascal', press half of the buttons while we were on the elevator. We were having fun going up and down on the elevator, before we reach the ground floor, Erin press every button. When we reach the ground floor and man came in. He press the eight floor button (there was 10 floor, we were heading to the tenth floor). We stop at every floor and that man was getting impatient, he kept pressing the close button while G kept saying 'This is really embarrassing'. On the seventh floor, Alice farted...out loud...she was beside me and she made me look like I farted. How embarrassing.. What a day huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1791991044720902231-2476178798895094761?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2476178798895094761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-really-sorry-to-all-readers-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2476178798895094761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2476178798895094761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-really-sorry-to-all-readers-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7233172722889137198</id><published>2010-05-30T17:09:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:15:49.538+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am terribly lazy to write so I will briefly say this. I went out after church to glasson, waited there for like half an hour and they arrived at 10 past 1. Typical New Zealander.... they are suppose the arrive at 1 o'clock. Anyway, we went to Java ate some fries then went around selling raffle ticket. Well, Alice is the one doing all the job, then G spot two hot guys and went fantasizing about them. While Alice kept touching my butt...that LESBIAN! &lt;div&gt;We did some embarrassing moves in front of the whole crowd, practising it again and again for our Wednesday speech. Oh crap, I am crapping my pants now. Later, I took a bus home and now I am really tired, I want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7233172722889137198?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7233172722889137198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-terribly-lazy-to-write-so-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7233172722889137198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7233172722889137198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-terribly-lazy-to-write-so-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5193671078173191525</id><published>2010-05-24T21:01:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:16:47.204+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>I am starting to get comfortable in school. Staying three hours in school every Monday is just another routine to me.  The silence seems sweet to me, staying in the big empty gym, reading a book, it felt so good. My ears prick sharply at any sounds that I hear like a dog. I am treating school like a second home, which isn't quite right. &lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my Maths exam, everyone was saying that it is so easy except for me. Probably I am like the slowest person in my Maths class. And I need to deliver a speech to both English and Business Management, this is really a bad year for me. Delivering so many speeches in one year is my nightmare and I guess it is coming true. Right..back to Maths study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5193671078173191525?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5193671078173191525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5193671078173191525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5193671078173191525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3635876338990181860</id><published>2010-05-19T17:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:15:45.145+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to Alice house</title><content type='html'>Her lovely dog Bella was the first one to greet us. Her dog was nice but it greet me by hitting her nose against mine. While tears well up my eyes, Alice just keep chatting away happily with G. Then she introduce me to her brother who likes to laugh at the word 'nothing' because I used to pronounce 'noting' instead of 'nothing'. Apparently she tells her brother everything, I realized kiwis are really close to their family. Hmm...they tell their family everything. Anyway, her turtle (forgot the name) love to scratch people. Freaking hurts when her long sharps claws dig into my skin. We were actually in her house to create covers for our business management book. We, I mean they did create different awesome covers. They created covers by putting on bright red lipstick and kissing the pages. By five thirty, I have to go, they walked me out with their very bright red lipstick. While waiting for the stupid slow bus, they fool around by kissing each others cheeks and they wanted to kiss my cheeks. I disagree with what they want to do because who knows what people thinks about two lipstick smudges on my cheeks when I bus home. Well, it was a really good trip, Sumner looks like a wonderful area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About today, badminton was absolutely silly because Zahara and Ellen made a fool of themselves. Zahara fell down while trying to get the shuttlecock and I recorded everything in Ellen's phone. I wish I could show you all the badminton game but it is in Ellen's phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3635876338990181860?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3635876338990181860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-to-alice-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3635876338990181860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3635876338990181860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-to-alice-house.html' title='A day to Alice house'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2748439740020099170</id><published>2010-05-13T16:52:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:13:48.719+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Silly Amy, she told Misa that I was Japanese. Yeah, it was absolutely awesome, so she speak to me full on while I just look at her dumbly. I was actually wondering 'Why the heck is she talking to me in Jap?', she was like 'starto', I was guessing almost every word she says, probably that was the only word I guess correctly. After Amy told her I wasn't Japanese she answer with a simple 'Oh', I bet in her mind was 'Oh that is why she is such a mute!'. Gosh! Stacey just kept laughing at me. Anyway, we watch 'Caveman' about the evolution, how monkey involves into human. The movie was so gay and stupid that everyone was insulting it. Even the teacher who came in and check what we were watching insulted it. She was saying something like 'We were swimming!'. I think she meant we came from our mum's womb which consist of something aquatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Business management, Alice was a torture again. Squeezing and jabbing me hard on my ribs. While she always beg me to get her back, I just gave her a soft slap on her palms. But I will get her back, I know I will, just one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;G google a fat chipmunk. I took a glance at her computer and saw a fat chipmunk came up on her screen. I laughed out loud while she laugh and type out 'Livia the chipmunk' and place it all over her screensaver. She was like 'I will look at this picture and remember you now!' and Alice was agreeing and she said 'Yeah! It really looks like Livia'. What? I don't look like a fat chipmunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S-uJgUTixkI/AAAAAAAAANY/mBsxqemG_6k/s1600/chipmunk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S-uJgUTixkI/AAAAAAAAANY/mBsxqemG_6k/s400/chipmunk1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470617360671098434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the fat chipmunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I might have chubby cheeks but no way I look like that chipmunk. Oh well, it is time for tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-2748439740020099170?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2748439740020099170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/silly-amy-she-told-misa-that-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2748439740020099170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2748439740020099170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/silly-amy-she-told-misa-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S-uJgUTixkI/AAAAAAAAANY/mBsxqemG_6k/s72-c/chipmunk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-800878433994110037</id><published>2010-05-12T17:10:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:21:45.803+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>Badminton season has started again. This year is different without Natalia and Soon Yie. They are the star that help to win every battle against every school.&lt;div&gt;But I believe we still can win if I brush up everyone their badminton skills. Especially Zahara and Ellen, the two silly people. The year 11 are probably better than them. The opponent we versus are extremely stupid, they don't even know how to score. While they just simple yell out in when it is out, out when it is in. They also said that the rules say that people who play doubles have to play single too. I didn't play doubles, so she came up and complain about us. While we argued over what is right. This can't be right, we have to take turns don't we? Our team has six people and we are suppose to take turns. Anyway, who cares about that, we beat them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the funny thing is that Abby has been texting Jim. She gave her cellphone to me and asked me whether I want to text him. She asked me to text saying 'Hey I asian'. Okay that might probably freak him out and I think he got scared. By the way, I need to study for Chemistry, hope I pass cause my teacher said majority of the people who take Chemistry failed that exam. So I plan to be the minority nor majority. Right got to go and study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-800878433994110037?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/800878433994110037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/badminton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/800878433994110037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/800878433994110037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8572542125685023903</id><published>2010-05-08T10:33:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:57:16.875+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The think I learn today is that never asked the teacher for to have fun. A girl from my class asked the teacher to let us have fun than studying tomorrow. The teacher reply with a simple remark 'Ya, we will have fun, we are doing pH!'. The girl just drop lower into her chair with a disappointed face and sigh. I would say my Chemistry teacher is a very funny and weird lady. Almost every sentences she end with a laugh. We will usually laugh along with her but we find it common. There was once she gave a the wrong sheet of paper to us, we never knew so we blindly paste the paper in our book. As she explain the uses of the paper, we were absolutely blank, staring stupidly at the acid and bases paper, while she babble on about equilibrium. At last, a girl (Sharnay is her name I think) exclaim that she has no idea what the teacher is teaching. Mrs Palmer (Chemistry teacher) looked at the paper she handed us out, her laughter was evil and we knew it was the wrong sheet. &lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I went out with the bunch off crazy asian. We ate our dinner at 9 o'clock, gosh I was so hungry. No one came to take our order so I came up with a prediction that they are afraid of asian because they wouldn't understand us, and Debbie started acting like a retarded asian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KTV, never go there again. I am under age. I have to be 18 and above to get into KTV. It is just a stupid Karaoke, do you think that I will order alcohol?? I lied to the lady that I was 18 saying that I forgot my ID. She didn't believe me at first until this guy went up and talk into believing us that we are 18. Never going there again, she pisses me off. The songs were actually english but the video clips were all korean. Nevermind about that, I need to go and start writing about my lovely self as what Alice said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8572542125685023903?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8572542125685023903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/think-i-learn-today-is-that-never-asked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8572542125685023903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8572542125685023903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/think-i-learn-today-is-that-never-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5477960923472600110</id><published>2010-05-05T16:21:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:39:02.548+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>I seems to be getting lots of flashback now of these days. I remember the two girls in our class (back in Malaysia) who always freak out at the sight of bees. And there was one time a bee really chase them, watching them running up and down the classroom like an idiot. The whole class was cracking up!&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of my life, being sent to chinese school where all the teacher were crazy. I was such a cry baby when I was little. I cry because our teacher force us to memorise the whole text book which was quite a lot for an eight years old kid. I cry because I knew I would get in trouble if I don't do it, because the teacher would always have a threatening cane beside her. She would roar like a tiger whenever people don't finish their homework. I always get a painful stroke on my palm, a few strokes, which make my palm feeling sore for the whole period. I am never good at chinese, therefore everyday is a toture for me. Lucky for these guys who live in New Zealand, their whole life they get to play everyday instead of doing homework everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I thankful for a better life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5477960923472600110?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5477960923472600110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5477960923472600110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5477960923472600110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8347563416954219134</id><published>2010-05-02T19:35:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:56:50.665+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh such laziness that I can bear.</title><content type='html'>Okay, that was a pretty stupid heading. Everytime in class, my brains lit with bright and wonderful ideas to type in this blog, but it always get washed away when I get home. Staring at the cursor, blinking.... blank with ideas, I just shut it off and go googling or probably facebook. I don't stay on the computer for long because I will go play PS2 later on. Yup, I consider laziness is part of my let down. But the problem is that I am too lazy to start working hard.&lt;br /&gt;'Study....', my dad always starts babbling about study whenever he sees me relaxing or playing PS2. Seriously, I think I should start brushing up on my studies, because it is already term two and biology, the subject that I always get distracted because of Amy or Stacey. Gosh, both of them are like crazy chicks who always praise themselve and insult one another.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty proud about myself, reading a book in two days. Yeah, two days.... I know you guys will be like 'two days?? That is pretty slow for a 600+ pages of book.', Some people can just finish it within 5 hours. That reminds me of Qi, always coming to church with a book. Either a storybook that she wrote or a story book that she is going to read. I would say she is just like a nerd from outer appearance, until you know her you will say 'Ahh! Stay away! I am going to die!' Okay..probably that was too much exaggeration. Enough talking about her or else she will split my head into two like a watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;Back to being lazy, I am going to watch tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8347563416954219134?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8347563416954219134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-such-laziness-that-i-can-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8347563416954219134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8347563416954219134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-such-laziness-that-i-can-bear.html' title='Oh such laziness that I can bear.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3752884557234853423</id><published>2010-04-28T15:30:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:51:48.893+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischievous</title><content type='html'>I love lunch time. Disturbing, that sweet, lovely G without her knowing was really hilarious. Anyway, there was a lot of little bits of green thing that fell from the tree. We sat in a circle as usual, I slip beside Megan, who was just beside G. With that little bits fallen from the tree, I could carry out my plan, the trick which my brother always did to me when I was little. I took the little green bits and threw it up in a high parabola, I wouldn't say I got her at first, it was pretty hard trying to get the right angle. But I got it soon, I chuck it high up so that she would think it was the tree. I was successful, but she didn't complain. Ellie saw what I did and started cracking up. I chuck a few more. At last, she started getting angry with the tree. She was actually piss off about the fact that it drops on her only. Then Jess saw it and started cracking along with Dayna who notices it. While she kept yelling at the tree we kept laughing, she got mad that we didn't get it so she chuck it all at us. So, we started a war at chucking the green stuff at everyone, the main target was definitely G although she blame the 'tree' who started it first. I got away with it, I haven't told her yet, but I will tell her soon. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3752884557234853423?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3752884557234853423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/mischievous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3752884557234853423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3752884557234853423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/mischievous.html' title='Mischievous'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6069331460746344978</id><published>2010-04-26T20:30:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:54:20.328+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's company</title><content type='html'>Before I talk about the topic, I would like to talk about business management. I think Alice was pretty disappointed at what I did. I handed her a book instead of a nicely typed out piece of paper. I wanted to slap myself hard that moment. I am such an utter disappointment, she wanted a paper that is done nicely not a book. Why am I blogging, I am suppose to get that work done or else I would disappoint my whole team member and that is the last thing I want to do, disappoint one of my friend. &lt;div&gt;Well, I will blog about my day first and finish up that business management stuff, I have to finish it by today.  The topic, I had a great time with Amy, who spent the whole three hours with me. Really grateful to her and we planned to drag Stacey to stay with us next week. Stupid computer won't work, or else I would print out the 'road to zanarkand' and 'melodies of life' song for her to play on the piano. Well, since I can't print it out for her, I played road to zanarkand for her, while my fingers dance clumsily on the keys, teaching her how to play the song. She followed me for the first part, then she started making up all kind of depressing tune. Her fingers dance beautifully on the keys, while I criticize her song kept asking her to play a happy tune but it is all sad and depressing. She kept saying 'cry bitch! Cry!' while I stared at her like a retarded person and criticize her more.  Amy kept cracking me up, my jaw freaking hurt later then on. What a sad girl she is, I am bad luck for her, I made her miss her bus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also planned to read 3 books a week that is my goal. I don't think I can do it but I will try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6069331460746344978?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6069331460746344978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/amys-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6069331460746344978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6069331460746344978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/amys-company.html' title='Amy&apos;s company'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5287080573542300099</id><published>2010-04-22T15:49:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:02:06.267+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please bless me, Lord - my prayer that was unanswered. Completely forgotten about the exam, I just walked into english like a happy person. Soon, the teacher announce that she is going to hand out our exam results. There was a sudden rush of fear in me, until she laid that tiny piece of paper with a tick in the column 'Not Achieved'. My fear changed into disappointment and anger, I worked so hard and yet I still go a stupid not achieved. Even my dad helped me! I actually thought I got Achieved, why do they put the tick so near the Achieved column. &lt;div&gt;I guess, I put my words wrongly, I asked him to bless me. I think he was actually already blessing just that not in what I thought I would get. Ah..so disappointing. Actually it was extremely disappointing, I hope I passed english level 2 because I really don't want to do it next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now praying that the Lord would just blind them from my mistake and give me an achieved. But that might not work. I think the marks are already listed down. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5287080573542300099?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5287080573542300099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-bless-me-lord-my-prayer-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5287080573542300099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5287080573542300099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-bless-me-lord-my-prayer-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4878281286431375737</id><published>2010-04-21T15:15:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:36:09.816+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Questions that I asked are answered at last. The question that I asked when I was in Malaysia. Why learn about the past when present are needed to know more? Going to school to learn isn't half as bad as I thought. The answer was that we need to know the past to know about the future. It is like we needed to know which parent we came from in order to know ourselves. I don't think I explain it well enough but at least i understand it. &lt;div&gt;Nicole said something about Christianity and I was curious at what she think about it. She told me that lots of people wrote the bible and it is true. And she said that she is not against christian or anything, just that she doesn't believe it. Then she asked me whether I was a christian, I told her yes and she was like 'oh' and laugh. She believe that there is an after life when we die, which she meant that when we die we might be animals. I was actually amazed at how much she knew about christianity. Anyway, the cool thing was that she had an accident. A boy knock her off her bike and she got some bruise at her leg. She said that it went in a slow motion. It was the boys fault anyway, because the boy suppose to give way to her. She flew on top of the car and when the car skidded to a stop she felt off. I was laughing so hard, but I couldn't help it, to imagine the part how she flew on top and drop off was just too hilarious. But hers wasn't as bad as how I flew off from my bike when I rode full speed downwards a rocky hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is all I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4878281286431375737?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4878281286431375737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/questions-that-i-asked-are-answered-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4878281286431375737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4878281286431375737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/questions-that-i-asked-are-answered-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6477292822385777423</id><published>2010-04-20T17:41:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:00:25.193+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up so late because my brother switch off my phone which it is my only alarm clock. He said that I asked him to off which was at 11.30 pm. I remember sleeping at 10.30 pm and don't even remember. Off it again, and I won't go to school. They are all actually against me, don't know why, boys are actually quite stupid. &lt;div&gt;I don't think today what I heard in school isn't really appropriate to type in here. But I remember how Alice goes 'Aww' when G tell her about her date with her boyfriend. It was funny looking at Alice face when she actually long for a boyfriend. She told me not to type in here but oh well, she bullied me just now. That is all...back to my research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6477292822385777423?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6477292822385777423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-so-late-because-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6477292822385777423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6477292822385777423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-so-late-because-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5835372299517137244</id><published>2010-04-19T20:51:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:08:23.543+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously boring..</title><content type='html'>Staying in school for 3 hours without any friends is seriously boring. I hate the part where every time I check my phone, only five minutes pass. Stupid time! Pass so slow when I am bored and pass so fast when I am having fun. Sigh...I guess time is just the same. Just that I don't notice how fast it went when I am having fun.&lt;div&gt;Isha said that the group I sat with is a 'pretty group'. I was shocked at first and denied. But I realized, yeah they are actually real pretty. Way prettier than me, I am the black sheep in that group, don't look at me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a pretty good game, won every match and Isha really improve. Gosh she smash real hard, I mean I can take it but she smash the crap out of the boy and girl we play against. I as usual, the lazy girl who just ignore every shuttle that comes flying to me, let Isha take it all. Then, we swap partners, great... I played lazily again, the girl was huffing and puffing while I remain lazy. My badminton strategy, but don't follow me, I remain lazy only when we are winning. Don't follow what I do, it is not good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5835372299517137244?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5835372299517137244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5835372299517137244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5835372299517137244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously-boring.html' title='Seriously boring..'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-377133912021770656</id><published>2010-04-15T18:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:18:02.968+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate shopping. I love shopping with my friends not shopping alone or shopping for groceries. I mean I love groceries. Let me get this straight, I like shopping, but I hate some people in the shopping mall. The group of bitchy girls, they look at you from head to toe, watching what you wear and either it will follow with a group of giggles or the common words 'OMG!'. Once you heard that, I know it is something really bad. But when my friends said it, it felt pleasant, weird...but pleasant when they laugh at you and say those words. Even when you hear their voices, they sort of raise your spirit, it is like they give you a great boost to keep you going. &lt;div&gt;The thing that brings you down is the teachers voices. I mean don't get me wrong, when they start teaching the boring stuff, your eyes just feel heavy. When they start, they never stop. Gosh, I can't believe that today is Thursday. I love my holidays, I wish that it would go on. I love school, when my friends are there; Hate school when homeworks are given. Uh...I don't really know what I am on about but oh well, that is all.&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/1791991044720902231-377133912021770656?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/377133912021770656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/377133912021770656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/377133912021770656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-847914676171675369</id><published>2010-04-13T20:47:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:51:47.401+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup Cakes Parlour</title><content type='html'>I wonder what cup cakes parlour are...do they sell cup cakes? I think they do. Anyway, Amy invited me to the cup cake parlour on Thursday. Mmm...cup cakes... &lt;div&gt;I am so lazy, I just can't bother doing my homework, but I know I do need to do it. I think I will do it tomorrow and continue with my drawing, my comic drawing again. Well, that is it I guess, most of the time I spent my time lazing around like watching tv and playing ps2. And Abby wishes me happy birthday too although it is a week late but oh well, at least she wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-847914676171675369?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/847914676171675369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/cup-cakes-parlour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/847914676171675369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/847914676171675369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/cup-cakes-parlour.html' title='Cup Cakes Parlour'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4753702040307822743</id><published>2010-04-10T16:55:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:07:32.748+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I went fishing, not exactly fishing, I watch people fish. It was so boring, sitting there waiting for the hook to come out with a fish but always coming out with just a hook and the bait is gone. Well, the sight was beautiful, we went somewhere else, not sure what the place was called. On the way back, I was happily enjoying the view and suddenly a 3 cm bee came out in front of me. I could see the fur sticking out of the back. I was actually freaking out while I watch it climb around the seat. I didn't scream of course and my dad kept hitting it with my aunt's jersey while I freak out watching it raise is stinger. &lt;div&gt;Well, eventually we stopped for lunch and had fish and chips. My uncle cleared the bee away by grabbing a clothes and just grabbed the bee and chuck it directly at my direction. Again, I freak out but didn't scream. I watched the bee wriggle around on the floor while I struggle to not step on it while climbing abort into the car. Stupid bee, I realized that I am not actually afraid of small insects but big insects definitely scared me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4753702040307822743?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4753702040307822743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-i-went-fishing-not-exactly-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4753702040307822743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4753702040307822743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-i-went-fishing-not-exactly-fishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-218439316333191549</id><published>2010-04-06T20:09:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:29:13.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for your wishes</title><content type='html'>I got so many wishes yesterday. I mean mostly from facebook and Alice text me saying happy birthday and I didn't read it till like 10 o'clock at night. I was busy reading the book that got me addicted. I finish it today and realized Becky's sister (Jess), she ain't so bad after all. &lt;div&gt;Alice called me today telling me about easter camp. She said that those who had their birthday on that day have to go up on stage while everyone sings to them. And it is true, she knows that I hate them. Thank God I didn't go or else I would be freaking out. But I would go next year and planned to take a not so stressful subject as this year. Physics is really a stressful subject, I hate the point where you have to calculate lots of stuff which I don't find it useful to life. And some stuff where my teachers teaches is totally confusing. How can two object reach the ground at the same time no matter how you throw the object. Well, I saw it and it was really true but still I doesn't make sense. Ah well...lets just drop those physics subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, thank you to everyone who wishes me. Really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-218439316333191549?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/218439316333191549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-for-your-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/218439316333191549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/218439316333191549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-for-your-wishes.html' title='Thank You for your wishes'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-9026616043104318868</id><published>2010-04-05T17:54:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:11:14.577+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to myself!</title><content type='html'>My time has arrived for me to turn 17th. Gosh! I feel so old now... Anyway, it is still sweet as long as I am in my teen life. Today, I think it is fun, all that we bought arrived and we managed to squeeze it into the small house we rented. Then, more things arrived, the bed, lamps and table. Since there is no more space to put it in the house, we squeezed it into the garage. While I was playing PS2, Terri messaged me saying Happy Birthday to me. I was so happy and thankful that she wish me. The only friend who wish me Happy Birthday. Not that I blame the others, I don't tell them when my birthday is because they will just say 'Haha! Livia is old!'. Yes I am the oldest among my friends. The others birthday are like June-December, and those who has their birthday on January to April are mostly 16 years old. Time for me to be a year older, your time shall come too. &lt;div&gt;I spent some time reading 'Shopaholic &amp;amp; sister'. It is kind of an addicting story book. I had 'Shamania' for dinner, good stuff. It is really delicious especially the butter chicken. Later I shall have my lovely mud cake. Can't be bothered putting up the picture of the cake. I shall put it up next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-9026616043104318868?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/9026616043104318868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/9026616043104318868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/9026616043104318868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='Happy Birthday to myself!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5585089902156446639</id><published>2010-04-04T20:20:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:33:54.816+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>I went to the church play with my family. The church play was good but it was really dull and boring. The songs and especially at the ending, the songs are like repetative, not exciting, too dull and boring. Everytime they sings, I feel like snoring away. The story is just based on the bible about Jesus. How Jesus came, heal, crucified and ressurected. They modernised the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;After that I spent my time reading 'Shopaholic and Sister'. The book is really interesting and I realised that I am just like Becky's (the shopaholic) sister. Maybe, better than the sister. The sister is not a shopaholic, very thrifty, studious and dresses really plainly. At least I still like shopping, I don't hate it so much like Jess (the sister), who wouldn't even get in the shops to browse for clothes. Terrible sister I would say.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Terri texted me and asked me for my birthday. I told her it was the 5th of april and she was like 'Oh! It is tomorrow! Sorry I kept forgetting. I knew it was just around the corner but I don't know it was tomorrow'. Yes tomorrow is the day I turn 17th, oh man I feel so old I mean among my friends. But I think I like to be 17th sort of... Oh well, everyday is just a new day for me. But tomorrow is a new year for me! I don't know what I am crapping about. Pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5585089902156446639?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5585089902156446639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5585089902156446639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5585089902156446639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1006494275309922810</id><published>2010-04-03T17:37:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:44:12.481+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a book off Debbie and it is called 'Shopaholic &amp;amp; Sister', I know it is a girlish book and all you who know me don't have to be so shock. I read, I read all kinds of book except of detective stories, because it is so boring and you can actually predict what is going to happen because all detective story is basically the same.&lt;br /&gt;I will be drawing some comic since holiday is so relaxing. Anyway, tomorrow our church is holding a play called 'The greatest escape', hope it would be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1006494275309922810?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1006494275309922810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-book-off-debbie-and-it-is-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1006494275309922810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1006494275309922810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-book-off-debbie-and-it-is-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4482414635145655102</id><published>2010-04-02T17:59:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:27:09.683+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Yes! It is holiday starting from today and it is wonderful. Two weeks of holiday, I love it! Anyway, today I went to church because of good friday and I went out for lunch with Debbie and the others. While, having lunch I was also texting Amy. Our mind started to wonder into a world of fantasy which involves pokemon, digimon anf yugioh. We started some silly story about how stacey became wild and we the 'gardener' save the day. Kind of childish and stupid. Amy also told me about her gangster grandma who doesn't stop talking, she talk and talk and talk thtoughout the whole trip. Oh well, that is about all. I shall go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4482414635145655102?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4482414635145655102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4482414635145655102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4482414635145655102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7759269469103560608</id><published>2010-03-31T19:07:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:28:13.146+13:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day to holiday!</title><content type='html'>I am actually rejoicing at the fact that holiday are coming! Woohoo! I love holidays, the only 2 weeks that I can sleep in without my stupid alarm going off. The only 2 weeks where I can relax and have fun and watch movie till late night.&lt;div&gt;Alice wasn't here today and I heard that she got another infection on her leg. I also heard that she can't go for easter camp (which is her favourite camp and she been awaiting for it since last year), the poor soul. But G said that she would definitely go because nothing will stop her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology, my favourite class, although I haven't memorize some definition, but I will get it done soon. We were having some spelling bee competition to see who is the best, I challenge Amy and Stacey was the judge. But we ended up with a tie and then I thought, I should test Stacey and she can't spell engineering quite hilarious actually. It is a wonder that she reads heap of books and yet can't get her spelling right and her english is actually quite good. Oh well, she is brighter than me, I think all of my friends are brighter than me. I had a different lunch time today, I had lunch with G and Danielle near Gresson instead of Stevenson. G like that spot except for the fact that she is surrounded by juniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business Management, another subject that I love, G copied my notes for tomorrow exam and she said I made her wrote asian writing. She corrected me that it is 'and this is negative thinking' instead of 'and this is a negative thinking'. Oh well, mistake is where we learn from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7759269469103560608?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7759269469103560608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-more-day-to-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7759269469103560608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7759269469103560608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-more-day-to-holiday.html' title='1 more day to holiday!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2936782766773561233</id><published>2010-03-30T20:26:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:33:49.698+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake Sale for the staff</title><content type='html'>I brought fruits, so many fruits and no one wants it, what a waste. Anyway, everyone in the business mangement contributed something and it was really good. Well, some teacher was nice, they donated more than what we expected them to pay. We earn about 75 dollar and we still need 925 dollars more to make a book. Hm...well, it was quite good though, we earn about 75 dollar a day and some teachers still owe us money. I with Alice and Dayna to persuade teachers to buy, but got turned down so many times. Then, Alice ditch us and went in while I went with Dayna wishing that we can persuade Mrs Bull to buy from us. Sadly she wasn't there and on the way, we asked some students who always have the same answer 'I don't have money'. But at least we sold one muffin to Mrs Groufsky. At least one is better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-2936782766773561233?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2936782766773561233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/bake-sale-for-staff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2936782766773561233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2936782766773561233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/bake-sale-for-staff.html' title='Bake Sale for the staff'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5417852605055232716</id><published>2010-03-29T17:11:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:19:05.627+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday is coming!!</title><content type='html'>Woot! Holiday is coming and I am looking forward to it. Today our mentor came along and help us with some things, We straightened out everything and make it good and organised. Well, the silly production director which is me is totally unorganized. I mean, when she was like asking me about the product and prices I was like 'um...?' and nodding me head like a crazy person. Gosh, I don't know anything because Erin helps to do all the research about the price money and choosing all the production. How would I know, I am useless! Anyway, Dayna and I sort out one thing which is putting up the poster everywhere and I think the teacher don't even bother to read it! I watch them as they go, and they just open the door and walk in! Gosh look and that pink colourful poster! Read it! The students read it but not them. Heh! Blind teachers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5417852605055232716?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5417852605055232716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/holiday-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5417852605055232716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5417852605055232716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/holiday-is-coming.html' title='Holiday is coming!!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4250369323501927124</id><published>2010-03-25T16:24:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:32:05.065+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless and wonderful</title><content type='html'>Useless people is just getting useless things out of useless information. My useless brains is not functioning well, so I wrote all bunch of useless essay which is going to worth 2 credits. And also with my useless handwriting I don't think the teacher will be capable to read my useless essay. My wonderful friends was gone today so I seems pretty useless and useless me go dreaming and taking pictures of some useless woods. I miss the wonderful friends of mine and they will only be back by monday because of the wonderful tramp.  I guess I got too much useless because I can't write much today, my brains only focus at that useless essay. I need to finish the fourth paragraph and conclusion. I feel kind of awkward because I wrote so long and my method is that the longer you write the more mistake you tend to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4250369323501927124?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4250369323501927124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/useless-and-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4250369323501927124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4250369323501927124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/useless-and-wonderful.html' title='Useless and wonderful'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8460693863650383873</id><published>2010-03-20T17:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:04:38.461+13:00</updated><title type='text'>G's birthday party (hangout)</title><content type='html'>The whole group went out this time, that is why I got a wee bit scared and you know quiet. But I think I been excluding myself from the group sometime, I think maybe it is because I still ain't that use to them yet. But oh well, I had a great time. We went to watch a movie called 'Valentines day'. Taylor Swift acting like an idiot over there. The ending is sort of weird and awkward and I think some people wants to have a boyfriend after watching that movie.&lt;div&gt;Before the movie, we went shopping, wanted to buy earrings but I haven't like any. They were checking clothes out, while megan got her nose pierce. The little shop was so tiny and everyone was just squeezing through that little side walk browsing through clothes which they found fascinating. Then they crowd around the little changing room, looking at how Danielle dresses. Well, after all of that, Alice helped me chose the present that G like before which I got her a perfume bottle and an eye liner? I forgot, anyway, it is good that she like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie, I think Abby slept through it and Alice almost fell off her seat because she sat at the top of the seat and lose her balance. I think the others was pretty attentive, because they 'shush' the other annoying, noisy girls up. Ah well, that is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8460693863650383873?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8460693863650383873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gs-birthday-party-hangout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8460693863650383873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8460693863650383873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gs-birthday-party-hangout.html' title='G&apos;s birthday party (hangout)'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6538930796841191154</id><published>2010-03-16T18:21:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:34:47.010+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, G</title><content type='html'>Well, kiwi's birthday is way, way different than Malaysian. They make it so grand here and Malaysia is just a simple 'Happy birthday' or celebration by inviting people to their house. Kiwis...they bake and have shared lunch, well, they bake and I would say they are an awesome baker. I wish I could bake, always my baking this end up either burnt or not too cook. Sheesh, never a perfect baking. &lt;div&gt;I tell you, Nicole is a freaky scientist, she mix all kind of chemical inside, I believe one day she will explode the whole chemistry lab. I don't know what Zahara did...she kept laughing and laughing and she said if I told someone, she would kill me. Yeah right...kill me... I freaking burnt my hand in the stupid chemistry lab, probably slightly burn, no scar or anything. Nicole turn on the gas while I light the bunsen burner, and poof! The fire was so strong that it hit me hand even from the distance. While I yell 'hot! hot!', Nicole was like, ' you stupid, people light and and move their hand away fast not place your hand so long near the fire while you light it'. How would I know, I thought I was freaking fast enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say, G is a pretty lucky girl for having such fine friends, she got heaps of birthday wishes and presents of toe rings from Alice and balloons necklace. Ah, that is all I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6538930796841191154?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6538930796841191154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6538930796841191154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6538930796841191154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-g.html' title='Happy birthday, G'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8435045080982191460</id><published>2010-03-15T20:41:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:00:24.149+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Badminton training is so intense. This was the first time I sweat like crazy during badminton in New Zealand. Oh well, it was good, I am so tired now.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Alice (not the Alice I always talk about) kept singing in class. So every time she goes all happy singing out loud, I always gave her a kind of look which she always get embarrass. Gosh, it was really funny watching her trying to hide her face from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was extraordinary day, I watch the girls play volleyball. Avonside won and St Andrews lost. I suddenly became the referee, from spectator to the referee and I hate St Andrews stupid coach. Stop acting all tough and stop telling me what to do, I am just a spectator who became a stupid referee. Don't act all demanding on me because you gave me peer pressure and I am definitely going to mess up. He told Amy that she is not suppose to serve both hands, oh come on! It just a fun game, not a professional game. Oh well, Avonside won, Amy was pretty funny, she wrote 'smells' beside the St Andrews name and the coach came up and check on the score. She got a fright and turn away pretending nothing happens. Well, at least she serve a winning ball so it is fine. Well done Avonside, you guys did great, and by the way, I wasn't bias so you won fair and square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8435045080982191460?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8435045080982191460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/badminton-training-is-so-intense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8435045080982191460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8435045080982191460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/badminton-training-is-so-intense.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7171976514039509295</id><published>2010-03-11T17:15:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:51:24.543+13:00</updated><title type='text'>E-day and hanging out with G and Alice</title><content type='html'>E-day, it was boring with all the talks and so on but it was actually better than going to school. Our little business company seems like a successful one. So far we won all the competition, like the light bulb picture and the creating another brand kind of competition. Alice, the managing director, G the sales and marketing director, me, the production director but seems like all the ideas comes from the managing director and there is more directors like finance, personnel and communication which is Erin, Dayna and Hayley. When the mentors came, gosh, Alice and G did the talking and all. The first guy, gosh he was really awkward, he got his nose hair coming out of his nose and he got a white hair growing on his nose! Kept staring at his nose which is not good, so I kept quiet. He seems to speak like he hates our product. Then there is a lady in red, she is nice, she made some jokes and got us cracking up. Most of us kept quiet while Alice and G explain about our product. I should participate, I think I really should do something than just listen. The competition we won was great, we got 100 dollars free westfield voucher, woohoo, but each of us get to keep 10 dollars only and the hundred goes to the business company that we form.&lt;div&gt;After E-day, Alice, G and I got on the obiter bus and got to westfield mall where they spend their 10 dollars voucher. And goodness, they go to every store telling the people that they won 100 dollars voucher. They bought themselves earrings which they found pretty and got in to every shop to look at clothing. Later, we went into a 'Chocolate' shop and Alice and G got themselves a waffles with chocolate spread over them. And I got a hot chocolate milk and it cost me 4.90! It is so expensive just for one tiny cup of hot chocolate. Then, I got to go home and they waited with me for my slow brother to come. G and Alice were like 'it that your brother' to every asian man they saw. While I just keep saying 'no', G will be saying 'Are you sure?'. Anyway, we learn self-defense from school and Alice and G were like practicing their self defense near the car park. Alice was singing some weird indian song with cracks me up so much. She is such a drama queen, but I wonder why do they keep laughing when my brother picks me up? Oh well, I had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7171976514039509295?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7171976514039509295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-day-and-hanging-out-with-g-and-alice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7171976514039509295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7171976514039509295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-day-and-hanging-out-with-g-and-alice.html' title='E-day and hanging out with G and Alice'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4053949168825984102</id><published>2010-03-09T17:00:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:55:28.692+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Chemistry class was fun, we didn't do much study, mostly on experiment and I did it with Nicole and Yui. Nicole was a mad scientist trying to mix all kind of acid together then she start laughing and playing with the tap water. While I was washing the test tube, she twist the tap on purpose with causes the water to splash everywhere which is mostly on her. She tried to make my work terrible but she failed. She remind me of Dr. Willy, remember, the crazy Dr Willy from bob and george comic? Oh well you might not know, allow me to introduce it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S5XRIRF92OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4hnh47aA_KY/s1600-h/000419+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S5XRIRF92OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4hnh47aA_KY/s400/000419+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446489264332069090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is kind of small but who cares, you can read it right? If you want to see the actual size go to www.bobandgeorge.com. Read the stupid comic, although it is stupid it is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, back to Chemistry, Zahara and Ellen were like 'you still write about us?'. Well, I guess I am still writing about them. They said that finding that I write about them is a little creepy at first but now it is cool. Cool...hmm.... Another random thing, Nicole is the singing bee and Alice, the lunatic dancer. Gosh she dance and jump around the whole chemistry lab, it was hilarious. I watch her jumps and dance around the room with a look and she turns and saw me watching so she stops. Gosh it was so funny! She blush and told me to stop laughing while I kept laughing of course. I mean, do you see someone dancing in a chemistry lab before?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch time, Alice said I quietened down...hmm...did I??? Been thinking about colour combination. Does a black bench top and a white cupboard fits?? Does the dark brown carpet fits with black colour? Gosh! I am bad at deciding, because I will never get it right. What will the toilet tiles colour be??? Ah...I think I got to see more samples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1791991044720902231-4053949168825984102?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4053949168825984102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-chemistry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4053949168825984102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4053949168825984102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-chemistry.html' title='Crazy Chemistry'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S5XRIRF92OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4hnh47aA_KY/s72-c/000419+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8415156403548086506</id><published>2010-03-05T18:35:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:45:29.359+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny that</title><content type='html'>Funny that we won in business management. Confidence? Not for me, but I think it is mostly the others that had confidence.&lt;div&gt;Funny that the fire alarm went off while we got soak in the rain for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny that I got all of the question right for maths except the part where teacher haven't touch on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny that chemistry exam coming soon is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny that we always play hand ball during lunch just like young time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny that I always sit alone in Physics and English class even though this is my second year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny that my drawing cracks Stacey and Amy up every time they read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is not funny that Alice fell down and got a wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is an extraordinary Friday, it seems that today seems to go on so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let your day go with surprises up ahead for you. You never know what will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1791991044720902231-8415156403548086506?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8415156403548086506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8415156403548086506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8415156403548086506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-that.html' title='Funny that'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2871713888252243853</id><published>2010-03-04T17:16:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:28:07.666+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha! Back at you!</title><content type='html'>Well, Alice has been prank calling me me for this past few months and I didn't get her back. But most of her pranks are always easy to find out. I recognized her voice so she was such an utter failure with trying to trick me. But I must say she did a really good job at prank calling my brother. &lt;div&gt;So there is on day she tried to trick me, pretending to be a boy. Quite a smart way by texting me with her mum's cellphone but I recognize her way of texting people again. If you don't reply her text she will keep texting you, and if you don't reply again, she will miss call you. Anyway, she said 'Hey, I am Joe, how is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;?' (highlighted with blue is a mistake that she made that I can figure out) I can't reply because I was out of credit. When she said New Zealand, I know it must be one of my friends trying to prank me. Another mistake is when she said she got my number from Jia Ling. How does Jia Ling know my number? I never gave my New Zealand number to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today I planned to confront her, asking her who is this fellow person trying to disturb me. Of course she was denying and laughing at all the text message I got from herself. Very good at acting I must say, she kept her face straight and she laugh without any suspicion. But I knew it was here, right from the beginning. So if she is so good at doing all this, let see how good she is by getting it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn out she wasn't that good. I make her so worry! I said that a boy text me and my dad found out in his cellphone. Because I text her once using my dad's cellphone. And my dad got really mad at me for texting an unknown boy and he won't allow me to take my learners anymore because he doesn't trust me anymore. She really got so worry, poor thing. I was planning to tell her like when I got home that I got her, but with her sad and worry face, I thought that I shouldn't wait longer, I should put her mind at ease. So when I blurted it out to her, she drop on the floor like a dead person holding my cellphone in her hand. Haha! I just can't stop smiling at my victory! Got you Alice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-2871713888252243853?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2871713888252243853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotcha-back-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2871713888252243853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2871713888252243853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotcha-back-at-you.html' title='Gotcha! Back at you!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8695873246419695921</id><published>2010-03-03T15:48:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:00:47.065+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Handball game</title><content type='html'>During lunchtime, Alice found a tennis ball so she planned to play handball. At first it was Alice and Abby playing and turns out to be the whole group playing handball. Handball, I never played that game before, looks so easy but I lose all the time. Pfftt.. Probably, I should have done better, but I kept doing it the way how I play badminton. I am such a loser, but it was really fun. I think Abby wants to play it tomorrow with Danielle.&lt;div&gt;Stupid Telecom! I top up 20 dollars, and the next months, my 500 text is missing, freaking doesn't make sense! I get freaking pissed off! How can I get enough money??? I am running out of cash already and Telecom ain't doing much help. I top up another 10 dollars and my first 50 texts have to be charge! So my 10 dollars will be gone soon. I think I need to get a job, but I can't be bother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8695873246419695921?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8695873246419695921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/handball-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8695873246419695921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8695873246419695921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/handball-game.html' title='Handball game'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1121744098108586567</id><published>2010-03-02T16:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:15:35.676+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Estuary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the estuary to study about different types of animals. Although it smell like crap, I had great fun. Stacey, Tahmeen, Amy and I went digging for different types of animals. We dug up worms, tunneling crabs, mud flat snails and more. Mostly Stacey did the digging and we just sort of looked out for interesting bits to be put into the bag. But then we had to sit for internal and draw a stupid map which we took a long time to put them into place. &lt;div&gt;Well, the funniest part it where Amy got her gum boots stuck in the mud. It all started out like this, we went in a big group to do some experiment. A few girls were digging while some got nothing to do. So Amy sort of thought she could put her feet into the hole and get it back out. She was having a real fun burying her feet, when we said we are going to move to another place, Amy started shouting. We had a real laugh about it while trying to dig her out. Everyone was cracking up while Stacey dug her out and Amy kept shouting 'My shoes! I need my shoes! Get me out of here! I am stuck!'. It took about five minutes before we could finally get her out of the mud. She was freaking out while she laugh and did nothing. It was really hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1121744098108586567?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1121744098108586567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/estuary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1121744098108586567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1121744098108586567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/03/estuary.html' title='The Estuary'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5221672947607554567</id><published>2010-02-26T17:17:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:06:23.099+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirls (just change it to a story to make it fun)</title><content type='html'>Bam! Bam! As dust flies everywhere from the mud road, creating a blur scene. Two girls appear out of nowhere, they ran fast without stopping, they slid behind a bundle of hay. 'Alice! She gone yet?' the brown hat lady with long wavy brown hair asked. Alice, her curly blonde hair tied up in a ponytail with a black hat on peeps through the hay. Her blue eyes scan the mud road, 'Don't know, but I think we lost her'. The brown hat lady sigh in relieved, she squeezed her revolver hard and fumbled with the bullets. She reload her revolver fast and slam the cylinder shut. 'Sweet gun, G', Alice said admiringly. 'Thanks, my dad gave it to me', G said, 'I hate using guns but, I must say, this is fun'. Alice scan the mud road again, 'Here she comes!' she whisper loudly to G, her hands touching her holsters, ready to redraw her gun. &lt;div&gt;Clattering sounds of horse hooves could be heard, but none could be seen. 'Are you sure? I bet she can't even sit on a horse' G chuckled. Alice held the grip of her gun steadily, ready to fire. Out from the mud road cam Danielle followed by Abby behind. They rode on their horse hard, sprinting all the way down. They jump down from their horse professionally and ran into a little pub, while their horse kept going on. 'Come on!' Alice shouted pulling G along, they too ran into the little pub. 'She's gone?' G said panting, she shoved her revolver into her holster. 'Duck you fools!' Abby yelled. Alice and G crouch low as they edge their way to Abby and Danielle. 'I thought you got into trouble,' G said nodding to Danielle. 'You crazy? I am no amateur,' Danielle answered, she twirled her gun trying to show that she is no amateur. Abby smirked at her while G was awe by Danielle professional twirling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The floor board creaks, the girls fell silent, their heartbeat thumped harder, as if it is going to jumped out from their chest. The girls held their breathed, a shadow slowly formed at the door way, the black shiny boots appear. The tall black hair girl with a shorter brown hair girl appeared. 'Erin...Ellie..,' Alice said with a sigh of relieved. 'What the **** is happening?' Erin said angrily. 'Yeah! What's with the dust flying everywhere?' Ellie added, putting a straw in her mouth. With their nervousness, they haven't notice an old man with a white beard staring at them, his mouth drop opened with fear. 'Howdy....Six beers please,' Alice smiled, she turned towards Erin and Ellie who were waiting impatiently, 'Woman...fat....' G tried to explain but her voice trailed off, she was too scared to continue. 'That giantess? Oh! She dirty my boots!' Erin shouted pointing at her shiny black boots which was smeared with a little dust. Abby grinned broadly at Danielle, 'It is funny how we pissed her off,' Danielle nodded laughing with agreement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they chattered happily with the beer in their hand, I stepped in with my gaudy clothes. Alice smirked at me, while the rest just glanced at me. I draw out my gun quick and fast and fire at Alice. Alice jumped behind the bar, grabbing her gun. 'Hey! Outside!' The old man shouted, he lifted his fist at us. I ran outside followed by Alice, she fired some shots at me while I was running. 'You will never win, no matter how hard you try because I always win!' Alice yelled out, intimidating me. I spun around and shot her gun off her arm, I smiled pleased with myself while she smile sheepishly. 'You wouldn't shoot and unarmed person right?' Alice grinned at me. Silent, I pointed the gun at her and slowly pull the trigger...bam! I aimed to miss, ' Well? Do you consider me winning this time?' I asked putting the gun back into the holster.&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/1791991044720902231-5221672947607554567?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5221672947607554567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/cowgirls-just-change-it-to-story-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5221672947607554567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5221672947607554567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/cowgirls-just-change-it-to-story-to.html' title='Cowgirls (just change it to a story to make it fun)'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5881026800882290569</id><published>2010-02-25T19:12:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:28:22.945+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit and Sheet, so confusing.</title><content type='html'>'May I have a shit of paper?' Oops, did I just swear? Of course I did, while I tried my best, Amy and Stacey would laugh with pleasure. Amy told me not to change my way of speaking because it is good. She wish she could do that but I don't think it is appropriate for me to keep doing that. With Stacey help of course it was such a failure I didn't get to get it right. Only once. After that, I seek for Nicole helps, another failure. &lt;div&gt;Youtube, it has everything in it. I learnt it from some woman but I don't know whether it is right. I think it is best I ask someone to help me. Ah! Seek Alice and Terri for help in business management class. I assured Stacey that I would get it right by tomorrow and I wouldn't want her to be grinning would I? What I mean is that I want me myself to be grinning at them with success. It is always okay to make mistake that is where I can learn from it. Hey! My english ain't that perfect, I have to learn how to speak chinese and malay too, so how am I suppose to learn the pronunciations of english. No time for that in Malaysia or else you will be failing everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5881026800882290569?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5881026800882290569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/shit-and-sheet-so-confusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5881026800882290569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5881026800882290569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/shit-and-sheet-so-confusing.html' title='Shit and Sheet, so confusing.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1494849892462143529</id><published>2010-02-23T18:46:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:50:04.219+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A new hairstyle?</title><content type='html'>I was wondering whether that if I cut my hair should I change my hairstyle since I been having this hairstyle since I was 10? 11? Oh I don't know all I know I have been having this same hairstyles since I was like real young. &lt;div&gt;I guess Alice was right, you shouldn't worry about changing your appearance or stuff like that, all you have to do it just go for it. Who cares about what people say. Yeah I should go for it....maybe...nah I will wait a little longer and get opinions from people on what type of hairstyles I should go for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1494849892462143529?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1494849892462143529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-hairstyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1494849892462143529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1494849892462143529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-hairstyle.html' title='A new hairstyle?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2735719801931851742</id><published>2010-02-22T20:51:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:10:41.832+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletics day and first day of badminton training</title><content type='html'>I was eating all the throughout athletics sport day, gosh I am going to be so fat. Anyway, Alice went around spraying people with her deodorant, the worst thing is that she sprays it at people's armpit. She held the deodorant very near to the shirt so it looks like you get a wet stain on it. So Alice spray it real near people's armpit which make people looks like they have sweaty armpits. She learnt it from Abby, she did it on G's shirt so it makes her looks like she have sweaty armpits. We were laughing so hard but G just kept talking and talking. &lt;div&gt;While they took part in the sports, I watch. I watch how they went for the 200m run and Alice was running with her 'V' outfit and she ran like a stiff stick, while G was right in front of the rest. After the 200m run they went to partake in the shot put. G chuck it right at the net which is near her side. I think everyone was cracking up down there, while I was cracking up up there alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Badminton training, there was only eight of us. We went on training on our footworks and holding the badminton in the right way. The badminton trainer was a canterbury coach, so it was pretty good. I like the training so I am planning to go again next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-2735719801931851742?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2735719801931851742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2735719801931851742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2735719801931851742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Athletics day and first day of badminton training'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7525369592241177303</id><published>2010-02-21T18:40:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:48:48.046+13:00</updated><title type='text'>In church with a cold.</title><content type='html'>My nose kept running, it was so annoying. I kept going in the toilet, blowing my nose but it doesn't help at all. So instead of attending the service, I stayed in the toilet, texting and blowing my nose. I also sort of gave Debbie a headache after giving her all sort of excuses to skip the source first meeting. I hope I am fine tomorrow since tomorrow is such a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7525369592241177303?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7525369592241177303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-church-with-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7525369592241177303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7525369592241177303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-church-with-cold.html' title='In church with a cold.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4766621903428199864</id><published>2010-02-19T18:09:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:52:07.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics ain't that bad after all</title><content type='html'>Physics is actually quite fun, only on Friday. I had fun watching the empty bottle going with a blast like a rocket. Fun and interesting, funny part is how I watch some girls jump as the bottle goes off with a bam! The fifth bottle got stuck on the tree and Mr Sadler climb the tree like a monkey man. Some were taking a video of him climbing the tree, others were just watching him. Probably what I love about physics is the experiment and all.&lt;div&gt;I think I can stand it for one year, I will just go with the flow, God always has a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4766621903428199864?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4766621903428199864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/physics-aint-that-bad-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4766621903428199864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4766621903428199864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/physics-aint-that-bad-after-all.html' title='Physics ain&apos;t that bad after all'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7414215161777831597</id><published>2010-02-17T16:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:01:37.171+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest fear</title><content type='html'>I am probably a wee bit different from other girls. You know girls biggest fear are like, insects or animals or probably something else. Mine biggest fear...the fear of people hating me. I don't know why, but I hate making enemies, that is why I am sort of shy and quiet. Probably I thought, quiet is part of the solution for me in not making enemies, but I might be wrong. &lt;div&gt;I always have the wrong things in my mind, my every day question is 'does she hates me?' I know I shouldn't worry about petty things but that stuff keeps bugging me. Ever since I came to New Zealand I became more talkative, well that is what my Malaysian friends said. With that stupid little question coming up, there will be a whole lot of drama in my mind. You know in tv where you see a little angle and a little devil sitting on your shoulder, one persuading you to do the right, one persuading you to do the bad. My mine was somehow like that you know, but different of course I don't have that two little people sitting on my shoulder. I think because I have the attitude of 'I care too much'. I care too much about what people say, what people thinks and even caring about other people's life. I am a crazy person!! I am psycho! But you can't be perfect, you know. I guess, wherever you go there will be someone saying 'hey! she looks bitchy' or 'hey! she is too quiet'. I wish I could please everyone, but I am not a pleaser, I can't please everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't worry too much, my new year resolution is such a failure but I think I must still work on what I haven't been working on. I have to push myself harder and have positive thinking in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7414215161777831597?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7414215161777831597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-biggest-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7414215161777831597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7414215161777831597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-biggest-fear.html' title='My biggest fear'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-229782639050253719</id><published>2010-02-15T15:54:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:15:55.996+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the Damp</title><content type='html'>Wetness all around, this leads to a cold defile weather. Not pleasing at all, and it made my day worst. The gloomy sky, the gray clouds hid the sunshine of happiness. Physics was worst, I don't understand and I told Mrs Garland Brown that I wanted to quit physic but she told me to stay in that class a few more days. See how it goes because most of the class I wanted to go into is full!! Well that made my whole day worst, literally. I guess if I can't get in I have to be strong and try to be a wee bit smarter to understand the whole thing about physics. It is all in God's hands, I guess I have to leave it all to God.&lt;div&gt;Coming back, just because I flip up my phone in accident and my brother goes all hysteria just because I accidently picked his phone up. Jeez, he goes all the way nagging through the whole journey. Of course I got really annoyed and I kept telling him it is an accident, but with his lack of trust in me (it is normal) he kept yelling and wanted to snatch my cellphone from my hands.  With the water bottle in my hand I threaten to spill it on him if he don't stop snatching my cellphone from me. Now he is still nagging and threatening to revenge, oh whatever, I don't want to argue with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-229782639050253719?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/229782639050253719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-damp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/229782639050253719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/229782639050253719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-damp.html' title='Damn the Damp'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-481652055384573883</id><published>2010-02-14T21:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:24:13.948+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year and Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is here! But sadly no 'ang pau' are given to us. New Zealand don't celebrate CNY as crazy as Malaysia. &lt;div&gt;Well, I went out for dinner with some of the church families and friends. We ate chinese food, wasn't as awesome as malaysia's food after you just came back from Malaysia. Well, got to go and read 'Lord of the flies' I have to finish chapter 1 by tomorrow and I am not even half way through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-481652055384573883?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/481652055384573883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/481652055384573883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/481652055384573883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year and Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1842580114171968699</id><published>2010-02-13T16:48:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:50:17.424+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I just pierce my ears.</title><content type='html'>Well, the title says it all, I just pierce my ears. doesn't hurt the first time but after a while it started to hurt. Oh well, that's all I got to tell you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1842580114171968699?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1842580114171968699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-pierce-my-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1842580114171968699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1842580114171968699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-pierce-my-ears.html' title='I just pierce my ears.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1088767500337005931</id><published>2010-02-12T18:18:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:27:15.847+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piercing done? Everyone was like ants bite, no feeling, it is going to be great. My brother said, takes two months for it to heal. I was planning to get it tomorrow but that lady told me to booked it first thing in the morning tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;Physics is totally a no no for me. I got no interest in it. PE leap here I come or probably not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1088767500337005931?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1088767500337005931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/piercing-done-everyone-was-like-ants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1088767500337005931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1088767500337005931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/piercing-done-everyone-was-like-ants.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-2295833877788726527</id><published>2010-02-11T20:50:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:06:36.333+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework and more homeworks.</title><content type='html'>Physics is really crazy and I don't really understand what the teacher is teaching. The homework is really hard, algebra, gosh I am already studying algebra in maths and I am struggling to understand it already. So I was like stuck at a hard maths question for like thirty minutes or more. Calculating and recalculating, ask my brother for help and I don't really understand what he was talking about. &lt;div&gt;Biology was silly but fun. We went out of class and went to measure 50 photinia leaves for the investigation. Leaves after leaves we put our ruler out stretch across the blade of the leaf, we just guess the length of it not even bothering to pull the bend leaf straight. After biology, maths was next. I arrive slightly too early, without knowing how early I was I just pulled the door open and barged in. I was dreaming until I saw the whole class with the teacher staring at me, I ran out of the class real fast and Dayna was laughing behind. Sheesh, was an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to meet mrs Garland Brown today, telling her how I can't cope in Physics, I couldn't change my subject yet because I just had only two classes, she said it wasn't enough. She said I should actually join another two classes to see whether I could cope with it. But I definitely sure that I am going to change it.&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/1791991044720902231-2295833877788726527?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/2295833877788726527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework-and-more-homeworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2295833877788726527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/2295833877788726527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework-and-more-homeworks.html' title='Homework and more homeworks.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1180838541572665021</id><published>2010-02-10T17:48:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:02:48.001+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming sports</title><content type='html'>Boring day, way...way boring than classes. You just sit there and watch people swim, I was yawning almost all the way. I wish I could just sleep in my lovely bed. But at least this year, I have friends to roam around with. G, Abby, Alice, Danielle and more were sitting beside me, of course they were like yakking all the way. G was sitting beside me and most of the time I was alone with her because we can't swim and the others were like in the pool having their fun there. G said I was random, guess this is my usual self huh. Even the Malaysian people thinks I am weird, oh well, being weird is special. After having conversation with G, I was thinking about dropping physics. That subject is really boring, what I mean is that it is sort of hard and all about electricity and it is dead boring. I think I couldn't cope much with three sciences since I am not a genius. I planned that I should take up PE leap, sort of miss the exercising and stuff like that. I wish I could change my english class, most of the people in there are real noisy. I miss my old english class, they were better and fun although they were quite noisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1180838541572665021?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1180838541572665021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/swimming-sports.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1180838541572665021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1180838541572665021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/swimming-sports.html' title='Swimming sports'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8360964624612776259</id><published>2010-02-09T16:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:01:51.556+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The blank post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8360964624612776259?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8360964624612776259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/blank-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8360964624612776259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8360964624612776259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/blank-post.html' title='The blank post.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6580721101240960448</id><published>2010-02-08T17:20:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:49:22.661+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Never fulfill</title><content type='html'>When you are in school, there are whole lots of homework chuck at your face; you just wish you were at home relaxing.&lt;div&gt;When you are at home relaxing, there are just so much free time, you got nothing to do; you just wish you were in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even get my own happiness over this petty things. So today, I plan to find happiness in every thing, even in moments of sadness. But can I do it? Oh well, I will just try my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back to my old self! I love the subjects that took this year, it is just the part where I sit alone. Classes where I sit alone: Physics, English and Maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I don't sit alone in Maths and Physics. It is just that I don't know the people that sit with me. They babbles; I dream. That is what I do. English is the worst, how come every one in my class is so noisy? I don't even dare to make my speech anymore. I just have to pluck up the courage to make a fast 4 minutes speech, oh...and it is on shakespears...I would be speechless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is great that they love the key chains. I got such a bad feeling that they would say 'ugh! ugly!' Or probably they said that in their mind. What the heck is wrong with you Livia, remember happiness. It took me days to figure out what they love. I was planning to get them some necklace or earrings or rings, but I realized my taste just ain't good enough for them. I mean I might end up picking an ugly ring up or earrings or necklace. So I plan to get them key chains, I thought key chains were too small. Well, I still ended up buying key chains and it is a sea shell key chain with their name on it. After I bought it I realized NZ has a beach which is beautiful but is their any sea shells there? Alice said she has heaps of sea shell and I was like 'crap!'. But since she love it so it is fine. I realized another thing, never ever let Alice hug you, you will die from suffocation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6580721101240960448?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6580721101240960448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-fulfill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6580721101240960448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6580721101240960448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-fulfill.html' title='Never fulfill'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-1493614558601437077</id><published>2010-02-05T18:23:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:48:43.528+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of school, again....</title><content type='html'>It was a boring first day. Welcoming the new headmistress of the school, I don't even know what was going on, just sit and stand following the crowd, consider it my work out for today. Abby and G was like 'OH it is Livia!! Got any photos?' I told them I do but didn't bring it. I will bring it on monday and the Malaysian food. So Alice you better come to school on Monday or you won't be able to try one. I asked G about the seashells, I asked whether they will like it but all I heard was mumbling. So I guess she doesn't like it, oh! I will just bring it for the other two though. But if they hate it I shall keep it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The popular 'G' is just so popular. During the house orientation, everyone will squeeze beside her, rushing for a sit beside her. Sometimes I got 'push' away, ending up at the far end. But I am fine with that thing, just grab one seat and you will be fine. I learn that from the first time I came to New Zealand. Being a loner is just fine sometimes, because there are some good things will happen if you are alone. For example, appreciate your lonely time because if there are crowds around you, you will love to be alone. And you might be able to make new friends, well, that is how I made my friends. Of course if there is a chance I will sit beside G, but most of the time she waved me into the seat beside her. Oh well, got to wash the dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-1493614558601437077?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/1493614558601437077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/start-of-school-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1493614558601437077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/1493614558601437077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/02/start-of-school-again.html' title='The start of school, again....'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-9121358958598031457</id><published>2010-01-24T20:31:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:39:27.896+13:00</updated><title type='text'>She left</title><content type='html'>It pains me as I she that lovely girl left. Her favourite spot is left empty and every time I hold it back trying to be happy as she had reunite with her brother. They looked the same, but she is prettier and fatter. I will always remember her, her beautiful brown eyes, her beautiful, rough and shiny brown and white fur. Her long slender legs, and how she struts weirdly. Stubbornly refusing a bath every time I call her to the front, she would hide behind the trees, peeping at me. &lt;div&gt;The house feels so silent, the chains do not screeched every time she walks, no one barks at the gardener anymore, rubbish truck come and go with that gentle creature chasing after them, rushing to the front, baring her sharp teeth at the men and releasing a loud bark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is empty, as if I didn't own her before. I have to stop before a tear is release from my eyes. It is time to release my pain through badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-9121358958598031457?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/9121358958598031457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/9121358958598031457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/9121358958598031457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-left.html' title='She left'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-6814967784147708073</id><published>2010-01-22T18:35:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:51:13.908+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles can happen</title><content type='html'>Raymond is sick. Although many prayer has been made, he still lay unconsciously on the bed. The doctor still don't know what is the cause. As he battle through hard, we always keep him on our mind, praying for strength and miracle. Although he might seems like he is losing the battle, God will always be by his side. One day when I was praying a song, I was reminded of the song 'There can be miracles, when you believe'. It is quite a meaningful song. I hope that everyone will believe that a miracle can happen and keep having faith in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-6814967784147708073?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/6814967784147708073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/miracles-can-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6814967784147708073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/6814967784147708073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/miracles-can-happen.html' title='Miracles can happen'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8217151208057460525</id><published>2010-01-21T13:12:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:01:28.991+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in my mum school</title><content type='html'>The alarm rang noisily, while I turned and tossed helplessly, chucking pillows at it but it will never shut up. I never woke up as early as 6.30 a.m during my holidays, but I have to suffer for the cause of meeting my friends. After drinking a cup of (awful) oats, I jump into the all so refreshing shower.&lt;br /&gt;When you are bored at home, you wish to be with a crowd; When you are crowded by noisy people, you wish to be at home alone. Today, I am crowded with the chatters of the old ladies. Of course some were young some were old, but not one is younger than me. They yak, while I sit silently at my mum's teacher desk, crouching silently with my book of 'Charlie Angel'. I am not much of a fan of it but it pass my time. I flip endlessly at the book, finding no interest in the book, waiting for the time to pass, 8.20 a.m it is my chance to take up that old black laptop and blog. I got nothing better to do. I bet my friends in Malaysia, which is currently in school is suffering while my Nz friends are enjoying. Lucky them, I am suffering of boredness now!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to brush up on my lousy english. Madness, my english sucks and I am taking english 222. Alice english is better than me and she is taking english 212 ( if I am not mistaken).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8217151208057460525?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8217151208057460525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-in-my-mums-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8217151208057460525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8217151208057460525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-in-my-mums-school.html' title='A day in my mum school'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-8301638735637525500</id><published>2010-01-20T13:05:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:12:07.252+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers has gone to Sabah</title><content type='html'>They have gone and I am home alone again. They took the camera, crap! I can't do a video of my friends. I am really bored, anyway, I am going to visit my friends tomorrow. But going to spend my whole morning reading, I plan to improve my english! Next year I am taking English 222, I wonder whether I am making a huge mistake. But my teacher asked me to take that....&lt;div&gt;Urgh, got nothing to do, anyway, I am going to watch a Korean Drama, Fantasy couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-8301638735637525500?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/8301638735637525500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brothers-has-gone-to-sabah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8301638735637525500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/8301638735637525500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brothers-has-gone-to-sabah.html' title='My brothers has gone to Sabah'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-254958667154367268</id><published>2010-01-18T16:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:33:17.666+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>Everyone is out and I am home alone! I am suppose to go to Muar (where my grandparent lives), but because I am sick and my aunt and cousin is going, it is way to packed for me to squeeze into a car. So only my brother went!&lt;div&gt;Actually I dont really know what to do. I going to spend quality time with my favourite dog, Cherry, since on Sunday I have to give her away. I hope she won't be naughty and fight with her own brother. I hope she will enjoy the company of her brother and be happy as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, a monkey climb up our tree. My brother took a long stick with him and cherry struts along side with him. Ready to attack that wild monkey. I was watching through a window, that monkey got pretty mad when my brother prick his stomach with a stick. But that silly monkey still refuse to come down. Cherry came walking around that tree, ready to strike when that monkey falls. She jumps and she barks excitedly at the monkey while the monkey shows faces at her and scowled at her. Monkey, it just makes me remember about Alice wanting one. I thought maybe I should catch that monkey and give it to her, but, nah! The monkey is too wild, if she wants one, maybe a smaller one and a young one. But not going to give her a monkey, her house is going to be like a zoo one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to wear spectacles, how sad is that. But those specs just don't make any different to me when I wear it. It looks exactly the same, anyway I just put it on. But only for reading and stuff like that, I am not going to wear it all day long. No way! I looked like a geek with glasses on, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-254958667154367268?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/254958667154367268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/254958667154367268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/254958667154367268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5773634667536311850</id><published>2010-01-15T19:13:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:25:22.252+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malaysia band, Bunkface, this band's beat and all sounds really good. I am not really a big fan of malay's band and all but their beat is quite good. &lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have been stuck in my room for like whole morning because of my Flu, I hate to be sick. You just can't eat what you want to eat. It just pains me as I see my family gobbles down that mouth watering peanuts, and drink awesome fizzy drinks. All I get to drink is water and 100 plus. Well, while I am stuck in my room, I have been reading 'God's smuggler'. It is a real good book, I had been reading 1/2 of the book. It shows how this guy, Andrew, works undercover for God. And he smuggled some christian books into some country where communist is ruling over them. Oh well, I am not good at explaining, if you want to read just lend the book from me or go and buy them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;img src="http://scottburns.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/gods-smuggler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5773634667536311850?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5773634667536311850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-band-bunkface-this-band-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5773634667536311850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5773634667536311850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-band-bunkface-this-band-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7181513719423012166</id><published>2010-01-14T16:23:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:32:26.283+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Sad</title><content type='html'>I passed level 1!! That is what I am so happy about. I failed 4 papers which the three is english and the other one computer. English was expected to fail because I didn't revise much since I pass it already. Computer was much expected but I didnt expect the other two paper to get a merit!! So I was pretty happy about that. The other results was unexpected too, I expected it to be a Achieved or Not achieved. But I got Merit too but not Excellence....Oh well, my best results is Maths...&lt;div&gt;The sad thing about today, my sickness got worse. From just sore throat to sore throat and a cold. How did I celebrate my result? I didnt get to jump and dance around, I celebrate by sleeping...at least I had a peaceful sleep though since I passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how did the others did...I think they were better than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7181513719423012166?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7181513719423012166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-and-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7181513719423012166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7181513719423012166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-and-sad.html' title='Happy and Sad'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-5387826227776116232</id><published>2010-01-13T15:33:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:43:11.790+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to my aunt and cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went to the Kuala Lumpur airport to send my aunt and cousin off. My older brother didn't go because there wasn't any space left and he just came back from his working place. So my mum, my brother and me went. Before they depart we went to Mcdonalds for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00x2t56PuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RYi9kyeYtBk/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00x2t56PuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RYi9kyeYtBk/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426047942156500706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My aunt and her two children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00x2OgRRoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hRuuPVuOs-Q/s320/DSC00489.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426047933727458946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amanda love the Mcdonald man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00xgdVQ62I/AAAAAAAAAMY/J54kPGRb5Vo/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00xgdVQ62I/AAAAAAAAAMY/J54kPGRb5Vo/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426047559750708066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00xf1v2FZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OkvLof52-Yc/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00xf1v2FZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OkvLof52-Yc/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426047549124777362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00xfQCOuzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5HzE_y6n7-Y/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00xfQCOuzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5HzE_y6n7-Y/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426047539001342770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is really good with camera, she knows how to smile at the camera. I think when I was younger, I frown most of the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-5387826227776116232?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/5387826227776116232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell-to-my-aunt-and-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5387826227776116232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/5387826227776116232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell-to-my-aunt-and-cousin.html' title='Farewell to my aunt and cousin'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S00x2t56PuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RYi9kyeYtBk/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-4172657157083197301</id><published>2010-01-12T22:20:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:25:26.049+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick! My throat itches and my neck hurts... And a few more days, NCEA result will be out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-4172657157083197301?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/4172657157083197301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-sick-my-throat-itches-and-my-neck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4172657157083197301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/4172657157083197301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-sick-my-throat-itches-and-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-7902666424209667224</id><published>2010-01-11T21:21:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:49:05.873+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The trip was awesome and fun! I went for quite some rides but the most boring one is dinosaur boating. Waited for half an hour and it turn out to be so shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we went up by riding a cable car. It was quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rh1X9D0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KCZJEAwBjX8/s320/DSC00459.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425397008200618386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rh1EAQWiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gtVH52ZqTVw/s320/DSC00460.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425397002845313570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little cousin, Amanda, her first time sitting in a cable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rh06rRgzI/AAAAAAAAALw/uPtHDqgxTPU/s320/DSC00464.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425397000341390130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rhVpOof1I/AAAAAAAAALo/tl3BufKhGt4/s320/DSC00480.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425396463081914194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the cyclone ride, was fun but the long queue was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rhVdAEayI/AAAAAAAAALg/J_t8WNXbUY0/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rhVdAEayI/AAAAAAAAALg/J_t8WNXbUY0/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425396459799604002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rhVIGaemI/AAAAAAAAALY/DI2AP77dEcA/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rhVIGaemI/AAAAAAAAALY/DI2AP77dEcA/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425396454189070946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did took other nice pictures, but I think one of my brother went to delete it. It was a three hours drive and I spent my time by sleeping all the way. It was really fun and enjoyable. Those who visit Malaysia must definitely go to Genting. No regrets! &lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I went in the Haunted Mansion and I was shitting in my pants when the ugly ghost was moving. And the room was freaking dark dont really know where I was going because I almost bang into most of the walls. The boy who was following us was speechless as he went out, I think he was scared to death. All I think about was whether I chose the right thing to go into that eerie room but it turn out to be a good experience. But I will never go into another haunted mansion again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-7902666424209667224?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/7902666424209667224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/genting-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7902666424209667224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/7902666424209667224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/genting-trip.html' title='Genting trip'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/S0rh1X9D0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KCZJEAwBjX8/s72-c/DSC00459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791991044720902231.post-3115469780357591067</id><published>2010-01-07T14:26:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:41:11.602+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking is what I always do</title><content type='html'>Since I am bored at home, I spent most of my time thinking some stupid question. And now I am in the office typing, at 1.30 p.m I shall go to my old school and surprise my friends. It wouldn't be much of a surprise and Farah will be furious at me again. I promise her last night that I will tell her when I am coming, but I didn't and with her sensitive self, I think I am a goner this time. Guess what! I am only hanging out with Andrea because they are:&lt;br /&gt;having tution, too protected by their parents, in debt, not allow to drive and they dont have transport.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! What a bother!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. What I have been thinking about is:&lt;br /&gt;What is my future going to be like? And all I can see is a dark hole....&lt;br /&gt;What happen if I were a boy? That is a stupid question. The answer is I will never be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;What if I dont pass my NCEA exam? I am the biggest loser in my family.&lt;br /&gt;What and How and Why keeps coming out. But the worst thought is NCEA. That just makes me piss myself. Yeah I have been wondering what is happening in NZ now. I think my friends are having the time of their life while I am in the mist of boredom. Oh well, I think I should go and read some newspaper to pass my time.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Genting tomorrow!! And ride all the rides!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791991044720902231-3115469780357591067?l=freakypie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/feeds/3115469780357591067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/thinking-is-what-i-always-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3115469780357591067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791991044720902231/posts/default/3115469780357591067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakypie.blogspot.com/2010/01/thinking-is-what-i-always-do.html' title='Thinking is what I always do'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763177932868446959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zv8kfu_je8/SnU2YbvoDPI/AAAAAAAAACY/8EjzfTMzMUU/S220/photocopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
