<?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-36385878</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:06:59.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zz polka dot!! *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.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-36385878.post-116995305123245848</id><published>2007-01-27T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:57:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Ahem. Just because I don't have time and, okay, my last update kind of rubbed in the fact that everyone's back at school but me, that doesn't mean everyone can refuse to comment unless I update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes, I really mean busy this time. My grandma in Hong Kong passed away, so my dad took a last-minute trip back, only to find that the funeral/cremation was a day after his flight to come back. So he had to go searching for a later ticket back, and eventually got one on February 4. Meanwhile, the rest of us who couldn't get tickets 'cause the planes are so fully booked are staying home, eating instant pies and simple meals because no one wants to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering why I haven't been updating, I've been on a two-week summer school program at The New Zealand School of Dance getting numerous blisters on my feet and sore thighs and calfs from doing musical theatre jazz, contemporary, RAD Intermediate, Classical Repertoire, pointe class, yoga and pilates. It was actually really fun, except on the second week for RAD Intermediate we got a horrible teacher who expected everything to be perfect. We had to plies four times--just imagine how many times we had to pirouettes! All four exercises, too. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hopefully everyone will be happy now since I UPDATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116995305123245848?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116995305123245848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116995305123245848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116995305123245848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116995305123245848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2007/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116854778850280352</id><published>2007-01-11T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:36:28.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '06-'07</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know (thanks to, like, two thousand people who reminded me in the last half a month, who never even bother to comment me, but still read my every word and dare to complain that I don't update enough) that I haven't written in a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time. Well, I have a perfectly good explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S SUMMER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who wants to stay cooked up in their room typing "I'm bored" fifty million times if they can me out there in the &lt;em&gt;sun&lt;/em&gt;, with low-twenty-something degrees C weather, barely any wind, and--get this--&lt;em&gt;no hail&lt;/em&gt;? Not me, that's for sure. Because, come on, after almost six months (oh my God--it's gone so fast!) of being in NZ, I can say summer is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's not raining, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been doing what basically all the teenagers in NZ have been doing this summer (other than the ones that get to go overseas, of course)--&lt;strong&gt;going to the beach&lt;/strong&gt; and hanging out with my friends. And okay, maybe the water &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; just a tad cold and they have black sand on the beach (something to do with volcanic eruptions and rocks and larva, but I have no idea. Go ask a science geek), but &lt;strong&gt;we actually have sun now&lt;/strong&gt;. Not that we didn't in, say, spring, but if you were here, you would definitely want to savor the sun because it's probably not going to be here very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And--big shocker here--we can actually wear t-shirts without freezing our asses off! &lt;em&gt;Do you know how many months I've been stuck here wearing layers and layers upon layers&lt;/em&gt;? Seriously, you don't know what windy is until you get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's no such thing as a NZ summer without Star Wars. It seems that everyone here has the full six-episode collection of Star Wars. I think right now I've seen episodes 4, 5 &amp; 6 (the good ones, where the ugly red-and-black faced guy with a double-sided light saver isn't there) about three or four times. And you know what? It's not all that dumb after all. Long live C3PO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to the mall now. Yeah, couldn't stay home on a day like this, when the clouds aren't even in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. More later! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116854778850280352?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116854778850280352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116854778850280352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116854778850280352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116854778850280352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2007/01/summer-06-07.html' title='Summer &apos;06-&apos;07'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116745035174752416</id><published>2006-12-29T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:46:29.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G7 pics finally uploaded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/1600/321017/Spirits%20of%20the%20Owls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/704540/Spirits%20of%20the%20Owls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/1600/567254/Spirits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/720407/Spirits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay, they finally uploaded! Okay, so these 2 pics are from our Grade 7 dance, the Spirits of the Owls. Spot me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh. 'Kay, so yesterday we made a day trip out to Waiwherupa with four other families from our church. We drove up, had picnic on a rock beach (sitting on rocks? Uh, not exactly my idea of comfy), and walked up 250 steps to a lighthouse. Saw wild seals--really cute, really fat, really big. I'll post a pic of some when I upload them onto my computer. Then we went to this campsite and went on a bush trail there, which took us an hour and a half to get up, and another half an hour to get down. My legs &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt; after that, but not as bad as after a really hard dance lesson. It doesn't get much worse than that. But anyway, we drove back to Wellington and split up and blahh, so yeah. That's about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, mucho lovee to y'all &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116745035174752416?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116745035174752416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116745035174752416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116745035174752416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116745035174752416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/g7-pics-finally-uploaded.html' title='G7 pics finally uploaded!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116614311057889641</id><published>2006-12-14T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:38:30.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blogger</title><content type='html'>Since Blogger.com is being stupid and not letting me upload photos, I got bored and decided to just blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school!! We didn't do anything first spell, just pigged out on muffins and cookies. Second spell we had the prize-giving assembly, which was SO boring. Imagine sitting in a crowded hall, with hundreds of your fellow 4th Form students, yawning and complaining about the heat (19 degrees--a heat wave in New Zealand!) while listening to the band Squashed Muffins or Squished Muffins or Sugary Muffins or something like that playing on the stage, Deanne's voice ringing from the speakers, Leon looking totally bored, Roscoe effortlessly striking the drums and crashing the symbols and AJ and his fro bobbing to the beat. Now imagine you're me--you're in the middle of the hall, right in the middle of the row, next to Verlynne, who claps so loud your eardrums feel like they're going to burst, and Daniel, who constantly elbows you because he's fighting off Jordan. The deans come up and present awards, to sports people who are like NZ representitives and to smart people with loads of distinctions. Verlynne claps for each and every one of them, blowing your ears out of their sockets (not literally, of course, but that's what they felt like) and Daniel whispers to you funny/sick/rude comments about each one that goes up, e.g. "he looks like he's got a raw egg stuck in his hair" and "the bottom of her skirt's stuck to her tights." these, of course, make you laugh, and you get a warning look from the teacher taking random photos of people. Lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;     Finally the assembly is over. Everyone's happy--it's the end of Year 10! But noooo--you have to go back to our form classes to get certificates of achievement and end-of-year reports. So we all amble back to P9 and Ms Punton hands out the certs and reports. Yay, you got 2 distinctions! Your report was pretty good, but the teachers all said the same thing. And you missed 6 half-days of school. Why can't they just say you missed 3 days? Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;     So now you can go. Your mom doesn't know school finishes early and the bus only comes at 12:25 so you call your mom, who doesn't want to pick you up, so you go to Queensgate and walk around, but lose track of time and arrive at the bus stop at 12:35, by which time the bus has just left. You're bummed 'cause the next one is ages away and all your friends have gone home, so you decide to walk. You aren't wearing the greatest shoes to walk up Maungaraki in and your house is almost at the top of the hill, so you get 2 blisters to add to the 4 you got from all those 6-hour rehearsals your feet were stuck in your pointe shoes for. Oh well, that's what bandaids are for. Aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you'll live. At least until the dance summer school comes up and they have loads of pointe. Lucky you! Yeah, you love pointe, and you love dancing, but there's a price to pay--blisters. Remember to bring your bandaids and tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the ouch pouches. You don't want to forget them like you did on the performance day, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, comment me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhoda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116614311057889641?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116614311057889641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116614311057889641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116614311057889641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116614311057889641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-blogger.html' title='stupid blogger'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116580821568902089</id><published>2006-12-10T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:58:31.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Production Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Production is over! Here are some photos my parents took:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/602091/Polonaise%20%28Paquita%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Intermediate Foundation and Intermediate class doing the opening act of Paquita, the Polonaise &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/836282/Jeremy%20Fisher%20%28Jonathan%20Selavadurai%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jono as Jeremy Fisher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/600459/Jemima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hayley as Jemima Puddleduck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/95668/Squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the Grade 5 squirrels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/792106/Squirrel%20Nutkin%20%28Jana%20Gousmett%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ME as Squirrel Nutkin!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/809174/Mrs%20Tiggywinkle%20%28Olivia%20McGregor%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Olivia as Mrs Tiggywinkle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/690566/Tabitha%20Twitchit%20%28Skye%20Hay%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Skye as Tabitha Twitchit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/409053/me%20and%20natalie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Natalie at the after show party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have 2 more photos from our Grade 7's dance but stupid thing won't upload so I'll try again later..&lt;br /&gt;YUP YUP COMMENT NOW :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116580821568902089?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116580821568902089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116580821568902089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116580821568902089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116580821568902089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/production-photos.html' title='Production Photos'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116487419836183845</id><published>2006-11-29T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:18:17.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of Beatrix Potter &amp;&amp; Paquita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/1600/603245/1493567872_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1836/4066/320/941379/1493567872_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Us being Us at Megan's party :D^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L to R: Natalie (weird one), Rani (advertising Light and Tasty :P), Helen (looking stoned), Megan (birthday girl, half covered with hair), Irene (blurry), Cassandra (pointing upwards), Jessica (the only normal one), me (being awesomely me), Teresa (being the Asian she is) and Shelley (looking really COOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I've been so busy. We have had dance rehearsals/lessons &lt;strong&gt;every day since last week&lt;/strong&gt; and will be having more &lt;strong&gt;every day till next sunday&lt;/strong&gt;. All because we have a production coming up. So tired. Hahaha my sister's a &lt;em&gt;PIG!&lt;/em&gt; (In The Tales of Beatrix Potter. It's cool. I'm an owl :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yesterday we had a rehearsal and this seriously gay guy wearing his pants pulled up way too high and a girl's top and had a weird hump on his nose came in, and we're all like "OMG he's so gay." Then we found out he was &lt;em&gt;Jeremy Fisher &lt;/em&gt;in the Beatrix Potter one, and he started doing all these weird jumps and then he jumped off the stage and landed in the seat &lt;strong&gt;right in front of me and Olivia&lt;/strong&gt;. We were like "AHHHHHHHH!" 'cause he almost landed on us, and then he just sat down and was like "Hey, guys!" and we're like : Then Olivia said "Hey, can you pull your pants down a bit? You look really gay" and everyone in our class were laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's like all I had to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116487419836183845?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116487419836183845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116487419836183845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116487419836183845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116487419836183845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/tales-of-beatrix-potter-paquita.html' title='The Tales of Beatrix Potter &amp;&amp; Paquita'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116451886524304161</id><published>2006-11-25T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:27:45.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs and gorillas</title><content type='html'>Okay, I haven't posted in... 15 days, but I've been busy. You see, Zoey, some people actually have lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so loads of peoples' birthdays are coming up. Last week was Teresa's and Megan's - Megan's birthday party was today (tooo much sugar... and newspaper fights - too funny) and soon it's... Irene's I think. Okay anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the randomest email. From none other than... Peter. Yes, Zoey, your &lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND!&lt;/strong&gt; (Sorry, can't help rubbing it in.) This is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, my ever so friendly friend. Or ARE YOU? You're never on MSN. Actually, &lt;/em&gt;I'm&lt;em&gt; never on MSN. Actually, we're &lt;/em&gt;both&lt;em&gt; never on msn. And you're even worse than me, 'cause you don't check your email! I sent you like fifty thousand emails. Or are you IGNORING me? Even &lt;/em&gt;Ant &lt;em&gt;said you emailed him. You're such an ass. I'm telling Zoey on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the last line, in big fat print on the bottom of the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pizza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, Pete. Hahaha &lt;strong&gt;Pete!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll stop being mean now. Pete, I'm sorry for being an ass. I didn't even get your emails. They were e-cards, you frog. No wait, Zoey's the frog. The &lt;strong&gt;frog prince&lt;/strong&gt;. You gorilla. The gorilla in one of the stupid e-cards you sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the reply: &lt;em&gt;No one replies e-cards. &lt;/em&gt;Don't expect one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116451886524304161?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116451886524304161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116451886524304161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116451886524304161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116451886524304161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/frogs-and-gorillas.html' title='Frogs and gorillas'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116313497099541357</id><published>2006-11-09T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:02:51.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POKING WARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2,196 words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're supposed to write a short story that we can relate to. What can I relate to? I wrote about a girl who's about to go for a dance competition. And the whole story occurs in about two minutes. Yeah, I think that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was so cool. Well, &lt;em&gt;lunch&lt;/em&gt; was cool. It was so funny! Me and Megan had poking wars and we were laughing way too much, then we ganged up on Teresa, and Chloe kept coming up to us and going &lt;em&gt;"DANCE WITH ME!"&lt;/em&gt; 'cause some Year 13 band was playing. Lucky them, it's their &lt;em&gt;last day of actual school&lt;/em&gt;. And the whole time there was this &lt;strong&gt;crump-off&lt;/strong&gt; going on, and people were throwing water bombs and stuff. Wednesday or Thursday (forgot which) was the &lt;strong&gt;Year 10 Social&lt;/strong&gt;, but I didn't go. Apparently it was really funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I really should be studying right now, but I can't be bothered. Stupid end-of-year exams. &lt;strong&gt;WOO I'M DOING DANCE NEXT YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. They have good subjects here! :D Well, except &lt;strong&gt;food tech.&lt;/strong&gt; But that's just me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, write..TYPE..later. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116313497099541357?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116313497099541357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116313497099541357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116313497099541357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116313497099541357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/poking-wars.html' title='POKING WARS!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116245593398032350</id><published>2006-11-02T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:25:34.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I really have nothing to write about but I'll write anyway 'cause no one's on MSN. Well, you know. No one interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So today was mufti day, and everyone's like dressing in summer stuff even though it's like 17 degrees. Which isn't really that cold, but it's way colder than Singapore. After school, I went to Queensgate and me, Megan and Jessica bought chocolate and went hyper and laughed too much. About random things, like a cleaner's chest, or lack therof (please don't ask), a guy with skinny legs and a guy with a monobrow.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to ballet...and we did...&lt;em&gt;pointe strengthening&lt;/em&gt;. Joy. Actually it wasn't that bad. But Ms. Steele kept looking at me weird like she was going to crack up laughing any minute. I soon found out that I had an alfalfa sticking out of my bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, very funny, Ms. Steele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after we finally finished doing pointe, Ms. Steele made us do none other than, yes, pirouettes. Let's just say the chocolate didn't do me very much good, 'cause I was flying all over the place. Then we couldn't stop laughing when this girl ran the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well done, Grace!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that was my day. Pretty interesting, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116245593398032350?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116245593398032350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116245593398032350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116245593398032350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116245593398032350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116207150563212843</id><published>2006-10-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:38:25.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance &lt;3</title><content type='html'>OMG, so tired. I'm so glad church doesn't start until 2:00pm today (RECALL 2006!!) 'cause otherwise I would be like falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I had 2 hours of non-stop dancing--WE'RE DOING A PRODUCTION IN DECEMBER! :) So the Intermediate class is doing the opening act of Pequita (the dance the majors are doing), which is like a character dance. Ms. Bennett and Ms. Steele are doing an arrangement from the Paris Opera, so that's cool. The grades are also doing The Tales of Beatrix Potter--it's so cute! My sister's a pig!! :P lol. Grade 7 is also in that one, but I don't know what we're doing for it. I'll find out on Monday. :P&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, so tired. I'll write later. When I can actually type without nodding off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116207150563212843?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116207150563212843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116207150563212843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116207150563212843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116207150563212843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/dance-3.html' title='dance &lt;3'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116166101900302592</id><published>2006-10-23T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:59:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you can't beat Wellington on a good day. But what about a bad day? Like this one, when it was raining all day, started hailing a little bit where we lived, and the wind--OMG, THE WIND ALMOST BLEW ME AWAY. Literally. And to make it worse, we had PE first period. First &lt;em&gt;spell&lt;/em&gt;. Ugh, I still can't get used to NZ talk.&lt;br /&gt;So the wind almost blew me away, and then after PE we ran as fast as we could to the classroom (which wasn't very fast because when there are gail force winds blowing in your face and rain in your eyes you can't really run very fast). Except the classroom was on the other side of the school. And to make it worse, there wasn't any shelter. But we made it! Almost slipped on the ramp, but still made it! ...And then we couldn't close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have ballet today and I need to do my hair, which will be practically impossible since I forgot to bring a hairtie to school and my hair got soaked and blown around and I'll probably take ages trying to get all the knots out, so I'll write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116166101900302592?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116166101900302592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116166101900302592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116166101900302592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116166101900302592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36385878.post-116141896353244888</id><published>2006-10-21T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T01:28:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*poof*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/320/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, okay, people have been telling me to make a blog and blah, 'cause now I'm like, miles away from everyone. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to New Zealand. No, I don't like it here.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, windy, wet and boring.&lt;br /&gt;I go to &lt;em&gt;Hutt Valley High School&lt;/em&gt;. I'm in Year 10 (4th Form).&lt;br /&gt;I go to the dance school at &lt;em&gt;Chilton &lt;/em&gt;and right now I'm doing &lt;strong&gt;Intermediate&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Grade 7&lt;/strong&gt;. We have a performance coming up in December too!!&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what else...&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. FOR NOW. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Rhodaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36385878-116141896353244888?l=zzpolkadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116141896353244888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36385878&amp;postID=116141896353244888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116141896353244888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36385878/posts/default/116141896353244888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzpolkadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/poof.html' title='*poof*'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06692499435260702281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1836/4066/1600/nlp91603nycbdancer20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
