<?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-2351587795329707042</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:01:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lydliv.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-565641793457934393</id><published>2010-02-14T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:25:32.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i won a necklace! Woohooo..</title><content type='html'>Heyy, I haven't blog for a long time.. Almost forgot that I have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's new with me? I've just recently move to a unit, 4 floors down from my previous. Been so busy last week, have to clean up (both my now n previous apartment) and moved heaps lots of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no inet connection yet. I'm blogging from my  atm. Hopefully they inet provider will connect it asap.&lt;br /&gt;And yeahh, great news, I won a necklace from fashionhayley's blog! It's an unique Babuschka dolls necklace. I will upload the pics once after my inet is connected.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect that I'll win the necklace at all. At that time, I just post a comment (as she asked all her readers) to share what all of us collect. The next day when I checked her blog again, I found out that I won the necklace. I sent an email to her stating my address n in few days time I received a package from her.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice of her post it with bubble wrap and she even decorate the boring ol' bubble wrap with heart sticky tape and red staples.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Hayley ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-565641793457934393?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/565641793457934393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=565641793457934393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/565641793457934393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/565641793457934393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-won-necklace-woohooo_14.html' title='i won a necklace! Woohooo..'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-4764956936695127042</id><published>2010-02-14T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:25:19.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i won a necklace! Woohooo..</title><content type='html'>Heyy, I haven't blog for a long time.. Almost forgot that I have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's new with me? I've just recently move to a unit, 4 floors down from my previous. Been so busy last week, have to clean up (both my now n previous apartment) and moved heaps lots of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no inet connection yet. I'm blogging from my  atm. Hopefully they inet provider will connect it asap.&lt;br /&gt;And yeahh, great news, I won a necklace from fashionhayley's blog! It's an unique Babuschka dolls necklace. I will upload the pics once after my inet is connected.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect that I'll win the necklace at all. At that time, I just post a comment (as she asked all her readers) to share what all of us collect. The next day when I checked her blog again, I found out that I won the necklace. I sent an email to her stating my address n in few days time I received a package from her.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice of her post it with bubble wrap and she even decorate the boring ol' bubble wrap with heart sticky tape and red staples.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Hayley ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-4764956936695127042?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4764956936695127042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=4764956936695127042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/4764956936695127042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/4764956936695127042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-won-necklace-woohooo.html' title='i won a necklace! Woohooo..'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-1714935493342649132</id><published>2008-04-11T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:35:14.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scared!</title><content type='html'>It's already 10.30 and they haven't e-mailed me my contract! Am scared that they won't accept me, after my reluctant answer in the phone yesterday. Shoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-1714935493342649132?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1714935493342649132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=1714935493342649132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/1714935493342649132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/1714935493342649132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2008/04/scared.html' title='scared!'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-3385577975073743132</id><published>2008-04-10T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:29:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am accepted!</title><content type='html'>I'm accepted by the company that interviewed me this morning.. And i'm bit disappointed by the salary they offer. They're offering 30 incl. super. Man! It's like super duper low! But still I accept the offer.. I don't have any choice, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to leave the apartment and on the lift I remembered that I left my mobile in my room. I'm kind of hoping they'll accept me, so I came back to the apartment to take my mobile. When I was entering my room, the phone rang and it was from the guy that interviewed me. I can't remember his name and I can't get it when he said his name. But it started with S. Haha.. When he told me about the salary, I'm bit shocked and feel reluctant. And now, I feel it's silly. Man.. Argh.. Wth.. I should just accept any offer in the table! He said he'll e-mail me the contract tomorrow, let's hope after my reluctant answer he'll still send me the e-mail. Haha. And now I'm totally panicked.. I can't remember all things I've studied! God help! How will I do my job correctly if I can't remember anything? Oh God, please help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I went to the library with Nald this evening. Then we went to Ninniku Jip and we had this yummy Korean BBQ. After finishing our dinner, we went to Coles for grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I called Ticketmaster again. And this time, the girl was really helpful. She didn't ask to speak with Nald, she just ask Nald's last 4 digit cc number, address and contact number. I can't understand why the other didn't allow me to ask about the ticket, while this girl allowed me in instance. She sent the ticket straight away to Nald's e-mail. It's really wasting my time and phone bill! And Nald's mobile was finally fixed after several times of calls and being transferred to one person to the other. He got 200$ credit and 50 free SMSs for his difficulties. Not bad huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think I'll finish now.. Have to study again or I'll look like idiot in my first day job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-3385577975073743132?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3385577975073743132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=3385577975073743132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/3385577975073743132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/3385577975073743132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-accepted.html' title='Am accepted!'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-4231895761500761595</id><published>2008-04-08T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:33:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting tired of finding job</title><content type='html'>Research showed that the Australian unemployment rate is on the lowest ever. I think it's just bullshit! It feels like I've been looking for a job for years.. And until now, I haven't found any job. Got few interview, but it came with no avail. My parents keep saying, just be patient, but heck! I can't stand anymore doing nothing. I know it's my fault, why I didn't want to find waitressing job.. But it's because that I know how tiring it is to become a waitress and I'm afraid I couldn't cope with it. I'm getting weaker and easily tired after the accident. I should do some exercise, but I don't like exercising.. Haha.. Lazy me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mom this morning and when I told her that I'm going to apply in Burswood restaurant, my Mom disallowed me.  And so did my Dad.. He said that I'm going to embarrassed him by working in Burswood. Coz there are a lot of Indo going there. I think it's stupid, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;halal&lt;/span&gt; money, so why should they embarrassed? I still apply there, anyway. Hahah. I just don't care.. I hate my old-fashioned parents! I do think they should open their eyes widely and accept the nowadays condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ronald received literally thousands of SMS from Vodafone. It was Vodafone's mistake.. It began with Ronald SMS-ed me yesterday afternoon. He received a SMS stated &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You don't have balance&lt;/span&gt; thing. He thought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh okay.. Not a big deal, I'll top up my credit after work.&lt;/span&gt; But the SMSs didn't stop until this noon after Ronald called Vodafone. The SMSs came every less than 1 second and in 1 hour he received almost 1500 SMSs and we have to freakin pay for the SMSs! Ronald top up his credit yesterday after work and when he checked his credit again at night, the balance just went zero. It's outrageous! Vodafone said they will return his credit and fix the problems, let's hope they kept their words! The other thing is that Vodafone customer care closed at 5. It is customer care, shouldn't they open for 24hrs? But, after I think about it, it might be because they're not outsourcing, like 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, I bought WC Eagles v Port Adelaide ticket on Ticketmaster's website. The seat is just in front of the goal, which is not a good seat, but at least we got the ticket. After we bought the ticket, we got confirmation on our e-mail, but when I checked Ronald's e-mail, the ticket price stated was -$23 million! I'm shocked and panicked, I'm afraid they'll charged Ronald's credit card by that amount.. I called their customer service number, but it couldn't be reached. Gladly, after several attempts, I could talk to the customer rep, and the lady said to me that it's often happen and regarding the ticket printing, she said that events in Subi Oval usually takes around 3 day until we could print the ticket. So, if by Thursday the ticket still can't be printed, I'll call them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with Chelle, Jo n Denny at the moment, so I'll continue this blog tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-4231895761500761595?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4231895761500761595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=4231895761500761595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/4231895761500761595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/4231895761500761595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-tired-of-finding-job.html' title='getting tired of finding job'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-7613663435640868064</id><published>2008-04-04T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:33:59.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel  shitty</title><content type='html'>Today, just like yesterday, I woke up at 10.30. After I woke up, there's a call from the washing machine repairer. They said they'll be here on Monday around 8-10 in the morning. They want me to make sure that I'll really be at home at that time. But I explained to them that I'm looking for a job and bla bla bla.. But still they set the same date and time. It'll be ok, I think, it's in the morning. After that, I did my laundry while browsing in the net looking for job, email, etc. And I have to cleaning up this apartment. There'll be an inspection on Monday. I don't like Esze Berryman. I choose my previous property manager. Eventhough she's cocky, but she will do what we're asking straight away. I think that's why dealing with smaller company is easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I looked at Jo's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gebetan&lt;/span&gt;'s Friendster page. And he was giving her pictures that portrays I love you kinda thing. In some way, I feel jealous. I know, I shouldn't feel that way, but I can't help myself to feel that. I chatted with Michelle yesterday night and she's assuring me that I could get someone better than him. And she's wondering, why couldn't I forget him. We've separate ages ago and we're separated by thousand miles. I wish I know why Chelle. I don't know.. I, myself, don't want to always feel this kind of feeling towards him, but hell, I couldn't forget him. Fuck! Someone, please help me.. I've been trying to call Astrid or Tuink for some days, but they never answer my call. Probably I called them in the wrong time.. I need to talk to someone about this, not in chat page, but talk in phone. Obviously it's impossible to talk face to face. Oh God, help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-7613663435640868064?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7613663435640868064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=7613663435640868064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/7613663435640868064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/7613663435640868064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-shitty.html' title='i feel  shitty'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-7253058883522043869</id><published>2007-02-27T01:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:40:27.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>I never believe that sum1 will actually got series of unfortunate events. But now, after i experience it myself, yes, i firmly believe dat sum1 cud got it. I got another blow today. After I went home from Shent, a person frm CBS called n asked me to give medical report dat say i really hv head injury n i'd probably won't able to do 4 units. He said I shud give him that letter tomorrow. I told u immigration is such a hassle! They forced u to pay big bucks for int'l student n they still is a hassle. If i failed, they'll get more money. It just like, they'll laugh when u suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for help to shent n they said they'll help. Btw i'll continue this post later. Already 2am n i hvnt sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-7253058883522043869?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7253058883522043869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=7253058883522043869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/7253058883522043869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/7253058883522043869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2007/02/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-2880949358611894888</id><published>2007-02-23T10:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:19:07.756+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No!! Sobs..</title><content type='html'>Well, these days lately made me crazy and crying. It started 2 days ago. I found out that I failed auditing. I know that I would failed, but there's still a glimpse of hope in me that I would passed it. And then I found out that I failed. Luckily my bro passed it, so we didn't make our parents disappointed too much, I guess. I cry and cry and could't sleep that night. Eventho my parents said that it's okay, but still.. I just can't cope with it. I studied hard, harder than any other units I did in uni. Humphh.. I guess this brain is really2 impaired. I kept asking to God why He didn't just let me die that night. I can't understand for what He let me alive. Is it to make me suffer?! I just can't understand why. Everyone saying that He keep me alive for a reason, but I just can't think why. I feel like I'm always suffer since that day. Humphh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my lecturer the next day and he asked me to meet him. So I went to uni and met him but he said that he couldn't help me. And he suggest me to take the unit again next semester. I changed my enrollment after I met him and change my class timetable. I asked him the day and time he tutored but the class already full. And now my class timetable is not good anymore. I have class from Tues till Friday and the time is just miserable. I wish I still can drive, that would make me easier to go back and forth to uni. But what else can I do.. It happened already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went back from uni, I found the plate that I used to eat before going to uni is on my bed. It's wet and dirty. I just couldn't understand that fuckin cousin's husband! He thinks he could do anything what he likes. He'll suffer more than what he did to me! I'm in a rush to go to uni and I didn't ask him to wash my dishes. I'll wash it after I'm home. But that fuckin bastard! It's no use he pray and meditate every day if he still do mean thing to others! God will never accept his pray! I called my mom straight away and my mom angry also. She'll come after going to Thailand. She wants to ask my cousin why her husband did that to me, but I said it's better to tell her later. If my mom asked her now, its me n my bro that will suffer more. Just let it be and let God serve him right. I asked my parents can I just kill off his plants that he loved so much, but they said just let God did what He thinks the best. I cry and cry again I still can't understand what I did that made God so angry to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Shent Park after that, I did OT and I asked Jess to change my therapy time. She changed it to monday in the morning. I need to wake up early then. But there's no other time. I returned home with voluntary transport and the driver is Chris, the guy that give out lollies to all of us. He's nice and he can speak Indo a li'l bit, he's been in Indo for few  months. And I met wif the Singaporean lady that live near here also. She still remembers me, so did Chris. We chat up during our drive home. It's the only thing that made me happy after these horrible days. And back home I remembered that I haven't pray for quite a long time, maybe that's why God angry to me. I forgot about Him. Sorry God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to share now. Okay, c yaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-2880949358611894888?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2880949358611894888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=2880949358611894888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/2880949358611894888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/2880949358611894888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-sobs.html' title='No!! Sobs..'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-7928741382971690683</id><published>2007-02-20T13:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:07:27.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day againnn..</title><content type='html'>Here I am writing this dear old blog coz i've practically got nothin to do. So sad isn't it? But hey still, life goes on.. Today i don't do anything except sleep, chat, browsing for a while and cooking meatball soup with my bro for our lunch and dinner. Which taste ok. Eventho its not got as the abang2 bakso version. It's easy to make, just bought raw beef meatball (bakso in indo) from your local chinese shop and then boil for a while, change the water and put broth cube in and not forget the meatball. And if u'd like to, put some veggies there. Let it boil for a minute, and then voila.. You can eat it straight away, with rice or noodle or vermicelli or anything. You can served it with sweet soya sauce, sambal, and fried shallot. it taste good. In fact beef meatball soup is one of my fave food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's move on from bakso. Today i feel depressed. Feel like wanna cry again and again. I don't know why. Maybe it's beacause I miss my mom n my family. Or miss my friend in Indo or at last I realize that my brain is impaired and it's not likely to be the same as usual. Or the fact that I lost one of my best friend. Well I dunno whether she regards me as her best friend, but I do. Well yeah.. receive text from Tuink, she encourage me to be brave, she said that she had it worse than I do. She got dengue fever, lost her Dad, flood come into her house, What else can be worse than that. I know that I have to thankfull for what I've become now, but I still think that I'm nothin. Stupid old Lydia dat got nothin. Got no friends besides her. I need my mom. She's where I can stand with when I lost my confidence. I wonder when I'll be happy. Not a pretend to be happy but really2 happy. I miss my time just walking thru Perth with no destination, just wak our way. Or going to the beach at nite in winter with the nepsonk. That won't be happened again i suppose. Really2 won't happened. Oh well.. Just hoping that I'll have new and nice friends that understand you and not leaving you for one or two things. God plz help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-7928741382971690683?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7928741382971690683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=7928741382971690683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/7928741382971690683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/7928741382971690683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2007/02/boring-day-againnn.html' title='Boring day againnn..'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-6632798221920154907</id><published>2007-02-19T10:57:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:00:27.891+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here in Perth without my family. Well, I got my brother here and my cousin's hubby and child.. But yeah, it just doesn't feel the same. Usually in home, my mom will be busy days before chinese new year. She'll prepare flowers, cookies n biscuits for guests, sweets. And in the new year eve we'll go to restaurant and dine there. It will be nice food n we'll eat untill our stomach burst out. Here in Perth, it doesn't feel Chinese New Year at all, besides i'm wearing new pyjamas. Oh yea, yesterday nite me n bro went to temple. But i really2 feel imbalance. I can't even walk properly. It's just like when u're drunk and walking crash into this and that. Today we didn't went to the temple coz I still feel imbalance. But after a panadol and 2, i think i'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning my bro just cook Soto Madura and for lunch we just ate instant noodle. Sad isn't it?! That's the food for chinese new year. We usually eat, like, a lot of food for chinese new year. And when I say a lot. It really2 A LOT. You could eat it for days. I remember when I still lived in my grandma's house. She cooks of lotsa yummy foods for a lot of people. I love her cooking. It' s so delicious! Just remembering it, my saliva comes out. Yumm.. But my mom also usually cooks delicious food a lot for chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the real world. I didn't do anything today. Just calling my mom and both my grandma to say happy chinese new year, and texting happy chinese new year for my uncles and aunties. Urggh.. My nose is si itchy, don't know why. Now I'm chatting wif Ayu. Never chat wif her before, hope she can be my next friend. But let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Leon just come, but just briefly. He gave my bro our cd's back and he went back straightly. He said his dad wanna use the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, enough for this post i supposed. See you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-6632798221920154907?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6632798221920154907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=6632798221920154907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/6632798221920154907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/6632798221920154907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-4717961663240543777</id><published>2007-02-17T15:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:12:34.723+09:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blog time!</title><content type='html'>Just realize.. my last post date n time is wrong. it's american time i suppose, not australian. ah well the correct date for previous post is Feb 16th and it's around 2 in the noon. I want to make this blog something. I saw other people blog and they have fancy stuff on it. I want to have such stuff. Wondering where will I get it.. Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-4717961663240543777?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4717961663240543777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=4717961663240543777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/4717961663240543777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/4717961663240543777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-blog-time.html' title='stupid blog time!'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2351587795329707042.post-5496176021508501703</id><published>2007-02-16T13:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:48:42.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Visa oh Visa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This morning I went to city to the immigration. I think they open at 8.30, coz last time I went there with my mom they already opened at that time. I came to the immigration around 8.30 and they haven't open yet. Oh well, maybe I'm wrong. So my bro and I went to Crazy Clark which is next door and my bro bought a notebook for his tax course. There're quite a lot ppl waiting for the immigration to open already.  At 9 they open and everybody just rush inside the office. Luckily I've got my apointment already so I don't have to wait for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really2 hope that they will give me my visa straight away so I don't have to go back n forth to immigration. But, the lady there said that they still need to wait for my medical report which they also don't know when it will finish. Luckily they said I'm on bridging visa so that's okay if my visa expired, coz it will expired at March 3rd. And now I have to wait again until I don't know when. Australian Immigration is really such a hassle. They made you go back and forth, spending a lot of money, have to make appointment before come, waiting for a long time, and so on.. But still, everybody seems want to live here! And now I'm worried whether the post will come or not. Coz sometimes post didn't come to my house. Also, worried whether I put my now house's address or they still consider that I lived at the old address. Ah, all I can do is just wishing to God that He will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After went to immigration, I seperate with my bro. He's going back home and then he'll go to his friend's house. Meanwhile, I continue my journey in city. And, you know, this is for the first time I feel bored at city. Usually I can spend hours there just looking at the shops and clothes, but today, I just spend 2 hours there. Btw, I bought a necklace. I also want to buy wedges shoes and sunnies at sportsgirl but, then, I think about my parents and I cancelled it. Oh yeah, I bought Bodyshop aloe vera moisturiser also. The shopkeeper there is so nice, she explains me which product will suit me and she gave me scrub and cleanser sample. After having lunch in Maccas I rushed to bus port, waiting for the bus came just for a while and going straight back home. I called my mom and talking for a while then going online. Speaking about my mom, I miss her soo much. I know it's sound baby-ish but I do miss her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am feeling bored and alone. Feel like nobody cares (except my parents of course). Haiyaa.. really I'm tired of being alone and alive. Why God, why?! Why don't you just take me with you. I'm getting sick of this life. Everything is such a hassle for me..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2351587795329707042-5496176021508501703?l=lydliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5496176021508501703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2351587795329707042&amp;postID=5496176021508501703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/5496176021508501703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2351587795329707042/posts/default/5496176021508501703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydliv.blogspot.com/2007/02/visa-oh-visa.html' title='Visa oh Visa!'/><author><name>L y D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851215851160101008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4YtSR5ojbAk/R_TyY_yng5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lDzVFsECwSQ/S220/Image240-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
