<?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-3169958770877476891</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:41.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Life Of Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-290430196601673530</id><published>2009-03-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:16:10.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pattinson &amp;amp; Stewart: Is the Romance Real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the filming of New Moon under way in Vancouver, the newest batch of Robert Pattinson and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=f90ff2b1-197b-4ce5-864c-09914d2a8254" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; romance rumors should start rolling out any day now.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the two &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/marc_malkin/b103086_kristen_stewart_truth_about_twilight.html" target="_blank" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laugh off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the persistent claims of a real-life love affair, that hasn't stopped many from thinking otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;So what's really going on? Their co-stars have some ideas…&lt;br /&gt;Edi Gathegi, who plays Laurent, tells me the cast and crew have pretty much ignored the gossip.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't even think of those two together at all," he told me during his recent stop in Los Angeles for the launch of Catherine Hardwicke's Twilight: Director's Notebook. "Kristen has a boyfriend! It's onscreen and that's it."&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Greene, aka Alice Cullen, says Pattinson and Stewart are, in a way, victims of their own success.&lt;br /&gt;"Their chemistry is fantastic, but no, they are not in a romantic relationship," Greene said at the Twilight at Midnight DVD launch event at Hollywood's Hot Topic store. "They are good actors and it is basically what it comes down to."&lt;br /&gt;She added, "That's kind of the advantage that we had on Twilight. Everyone has such great chemistry. With as big a cast as it was, and as young a cast as it was, we all just got along so fantastically."&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds like all that feel-good camaraderie is already spilling over into New Moon. Greene said the cast is already getting in some bonding time off the clock. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=35b401a6-4efe-40f2-af51-cfb2aedd44ff" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Facinelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, who plays vampire patriarch Dr. Carlisle Cullen, recently had everyone over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;"He cooked pasta for all of us," Greene said. "We all came to his house and ate and drank and talked. It's a bizarre thing, because we kind of all looked at each other and were like, 'Sooo, what's your life been like?' It was fun."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/marc_malkin/b105721_pattinson_stewart_romance_real.html"&gt;http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/marc_malkin/b105721_pattinson_stewart_romance_real.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-290430196601673530?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/290430196601673530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=290430196601673530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/290430196601673530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/290430196601673530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-gossip.html' title='More Gossip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-7751257059381479290</id><published>2009-03-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:00:17.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started emo-ing recently... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and writing emo songs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heres one example...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Single Tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know myself anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even feel myself,&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels so numb, so dead, I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;So hard to make it alive again, but&lt;br /&gt;Without you, it won’t even come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;And i knew my heart was weak, and you knew,&lt;br /&gt;So why did you leave me?&lt;br /&gt;The only good reason that I could think of was that you&lt;br /&gt;Wanted us to just be friends, and yet didn’t&lt;br /&gt;Want to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that really the truth, or am I lying to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did to me in every kiss, every touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told myself that I was so over you,&lt;br /&gt;That it was time to move on,&lt;br /&gt;But I saw you yesterday with your new girl,&lt;br /&gt;You just saw me alone with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and waved, said hello, you did the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hoped that you actually felt my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least felt the same for letting me go,&lt;br /&gt;And as I walked away, I kissed you lightly on your cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that maybe that would be the last time i would see you&lt;br /&gt;In my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away, refusing to let you see the single tear that flowed.&lt;br /&gt;I walked back quickly to my friends, where they started comforting me,&lt;br /&gt;They knew just how I felt, I wiped away that tear, turned around just one&lt;br /&gt;Last time, you turned back too, our eyes met, I shied away, that action&lt;br /&gt;Forcing out endless apologies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That single tear that fell, more threatened to come out,&lt;br /&gt;But I held them off, I knew you felt my pain,&lt;br /&gt;I knew you wanted to come running back,&lt;br /&gt;To say that you couldn’t bear to see me in so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;For a risk of losing your other girl and losing me as a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;Yea that single tear that fell, could have caused us alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that very day we broke up, I cried, I screamed for you&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave me, to stay with me, that I would change myself,&lt;br /&gt;Undo everything that I did wrong, but you wouldn’t listen, I wonder now;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret not staying, seeing all the pain I’m in,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the guilt etched on my face?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see all the pain I caused you, and I wish I had been the girl for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sing that song, what used to be our song,&lt;br /&gt;To make me forget all the guilt i harbored,&lt;br /&gt;And make me hope that you were also listening and forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I lay on the green meadow that was our haven,&lt;br /&gt;I realised how shattered my heart is, and how it’ll probably never heal, Cause deep inside, I still loved you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I reckon for me, its really nice, cause it fits my current predicament.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gotta go sleep right now, new post up tomorrow guys, gd nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-7751257059381479290?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7751257059381479290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=7751257059381479290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7751257059381479290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7751257059381479290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-writing.html' title='Song Writing'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-5124481692149453239</id><published>2009-03-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:55:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair? Unfair? You decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every 91.3 listener got asked if they wanted to go to Bintan for Hutch's b'dae. Obviously, who wouldnt jump at that chance to go? So I asked my mum if i could go. She said no. So I pondered. If I brought a few of my friends along, wouldn't I actually be able to go? So I asked my mum again. And she said no again. I argued. But I'm already bringing my friends along, I know you'll worry bout me, thats why i'm bringing my friends along, they're matured, we can take care of each other!' And she said 'No' again. She then continued 'Yea what happen if something bad happen to you there? What are you going to do?' I argued 'Thats why i'm bringing my friends along! We can take care of each other!' and she was like 'No you're not going, and thats that.' I got damn pissed. So was Maryam. She said that 'We teenagers were human, we had our own pride, our own rights. We should be the ones deciding where to go.' and i agree. It ain't fair. Almost everyone I know, they get to go out with their friends shopping whenever they want to, while i'm stuck here typing feverishly at some blog, or forum, during the holidays. And I'm only entitled to one shopping trip with my friends every week. And how many days are there in a week? Right. Seven. One day for shopping after school every week. Think bout it. Is that fair? You decide whether my parents are being too fucking strict, or already lenient. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: I get blamed for every wrong thing my sister does, blamed and beaten for every test my sis fails. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-5124481692149453239?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5124481692149453239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=5124481692149453239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5124481692149453239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5124481692149453239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/fair-unfair-you-decide.html' title='Fair? Unfair? You decide'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-3357473752152322378</id><published>2009-03-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:55:49.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CATHERINE HARDWICKE - HARDWICKE QUIT NEW MOON DURING CAST DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT filmmaker CATHERINE HARDWICKE realised she wasn't the right person to helm the sequel NEW MOON - after discussing the looming start date during dinner with the film's stars ROBERT PATTINSON and KRISTEN STEWART.The moviemaker scored the biggest debut ever for a female director when the bloodsucking love story shot to number one in the U.S. box office chart with takings of $69.6 million (£49 million) in late November (08). She was widely expected to take the helm for the follow-up movie before being replaced by American Pie director Chris Weitz. Hardwicke later admitted she didn't feel the studio's schedule - an early 2010 release - gave her enough time to prepare for the film. Now, the director reveals it was while dining with her cast that she decided she should let someone else have the gig - despite admitting she was offered a huge sum of money. She tells E! Online that she was in Paris with Rob (Pattinson) and Kristen (Stewart) at dinner and talking to them and she was asking if this was really the schedule and would they really be starting ten and half weeks from now and they replied that they would, for various reasons which she respects, but she really thought it would be better for somebody else, who hadn't just been working every day for two years without a day off. Catherine is really sad but she would not want to let those people down… even though was offered a very nice amount of money, plenty more than she and her family has ever seen. Catherine would only want to do it only if she was going to actually make it better than Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think ya'll Twilight fans have found out already, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-3357473752152322378?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3357473752152322378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=3357473752152322378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/3357473752152322378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/3357473752152322378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-gossip_19.html' title='Latest gossip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-542945826173001146</id><published>2009-03-18T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:56:06.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zac Efron? A Bad Boy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zac Efron has ditched his squeaky-clean image in a new photo spread. The High School Musical hunk, 21, poses with a naked woman in Interview magazine. He says that it was definitely different from anything he had ever done before. Zac wants to leave his clean-cut Disney persona behind when it comes to new roles. Everything he had done in the past has felt very safe, and it was great for a while,' he says. 'But now he's looking for a place to take chances as he want to play with things. Zac says 'Most of the directors that he wants to work with don't even know who he is though their daughters might.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-542945826173001146?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/542945826173001146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=542945826173001146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/542945826173001146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/542945826173001146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-gossip_18.html' title='Latest gossip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-6314301298767517148</id><published>2009-03-17T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:31:23.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued Latest Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gaga could end up in jail?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is going to stop the new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Princess of Pop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Not even the police!&lt;br /&gt;The Poker Face singer's often risque outfits have gotten the Lady in a bit of trouble, especially with the police.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The popparazzi everywhere keep stopping GaGa for her lack of clothes. She says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;, "It's not that I don't like pants, I just choose not to wear them some days." Most recently she says an incident took place in Chicago when she headed out in a small pair of hotpants. She admits that they weren't really pants at all, but it was really funny because all people saw was this half-naked girl on the street yelling at some cop 'It's fashion! I'm an artist!' It was fun for Lady GaGa at least. As long as she's not going out topless, they shouldn't be stopping her. As Kanye would say, she's an ARTIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kristen Stewart Won't Be Doing The Cliff Dive In New Moon Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kristen says that she won’t be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;going through with the stunt of jumping off the cliff. Kristen has to hand off that 'jumping off the cliff' stunt to some computerized Bella.” There will be a CGI Bella taking over the jump. Kristen said that she was doing some work on the computer part of the effect. She went to do a head-scan the other day and it had to be her ‘determined’ look, like she was just about to jump, so she had to pretend like she was about to scream or something. After the scan it was to be transfered over and generated into a computerized Bella, so that that Bella will be jumping over the cliff. She thinks two of the scenes that she is most looking forward to in the New Moon movie is the motorcycle accident Bella gets in and the cliff dive as she can’t even imagine how beautiful it will look too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-6314301298767517148?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6314301298767517148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=6314301298767517148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/6314301298767517148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/6314301298767517148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/continued-latest-gossip.html' title='Continued Latest Gossip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-3833048419643368564</id><published>2009-03-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:31:09.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Making this random post before i go to bed, heard loads and loads of gossip from the past few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISTEN STEWART is preparing to play rocker JOAN JETT in a new movie by listening to the icon's music and partying with the star.Twilight actress Stewart has landed the role of Jett in a new biopic about her 1970s band The Runaways. She is due to begin shooting the movie in late 2009/early 2010, in between filming the second and third installments of the vampire franchise. But the 18-year-old insists she is taking the part seriously and has been immersing herself in Jett's life and music. But Stewart admits she's feeling the pressure that comes with playing a real person onscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity news sources are reporting that 'tween queen Miley Cyrus is pregnant and Nick Jonas (of the Jonas Brothers) is the father. With all the racy, girl-on-girl action photos of the singer that have surfaced lately, we knew that behind the innocent exterior, Cyrus, 15, was a wild child yearning to let loose. Nick Jonas satisfied that need. Yet, now, sources say that Miley is not pregnant. Miley, 14, vehemently denies the claims and has come forward to People to set the record straight on the matter once and for all. "It's 100 percent false. Someone doctored a J-14 article and posted this online. It's ridiculous and completely untrue. Miley is not pregnant. She just wrapped season two of Hannah Montana and will go on tour beginning Oct. 18," her rep told the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ALSO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart, Star Of Goody-Goody Twilight Movie Got Caught Smoking Drugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart, the brooding young starlet currently playing Bella in the chaste, religiousy teen vampire romance Twilight, was photographed brazenly smoking the devil's herb on the front steps of her Los Angeles home earlier this week. In the middle of the day too. Tsk tsk. I guess we now know why she was so out of it on Letterman the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, thats all for now, gotta go sleep. Will be updating tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-3833048419643368564?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3833048419643368564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=3833048419643368564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/3833048419643368564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/3833048419643368564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-gossip.html' title='Latest gossip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-1344032627344251</id><published>2009-03-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:24:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Of This Life, Sick Of This Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I always wonder what have I done to my family to make them hate me. Usually, my family feels so important to me. Now they just feel like nothing to me, like I can just leave them behind and walk off, paving my own path and visions for my future. But I can't, I love them too much, but I feel the atmostphere at home, theres so much tension, anger, pain, hate all directed towards me. Its sickening, its heart-aching. Everyday, I feel the tension, then I get scolded harshly and threatened with beatings and worse of all, being kicked by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is the worst, she just... said this to me last time. 'Yea, I hate you, alot, you know? You always influence your sister, make her learn to lie, and if she fail her subjects you are gonna bashed up by me after I beat up your sister. Yea, I'm waiting for you to say that you're leaving this house, or I'll leave, you and I cannot get along. Before you run away, you better tell me or else when you run, I'll go to the police and report you as missing then everyone will know your face and you cannot go anywhere without people recognizing you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hurtful is that? To know that your parents have changed so much, from the loving parents into a stranger shadowed by dark walls? When I tell them that I want to get so and so mark for this subject, lets say chemistry, she will riducule me, and not encourage. It isnt fair, why do other people have such loving parents, while I'm just stuck here, being ridiculed in front of everybody, being ridiculed about my results at school, being ridiculed even when I decide to improve my school records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends know this: When I was just a happy go lucky 10 year old Primary 4 kid, that was when all the beatings started, and it always got worse each time, the worst was the time where my mum actually managed to get my dad to kick me, and bash me up on the arms. I was screaming, screaming so loudly, screaming for him to stop, but he was just to obsessed. In the end, when he stopped, I ran into my room, closed the door and start crying like crazy. My dad regretted what he did to me, when he saw how much pain i was in when I was lying on my bed, physical and emotional, he knew i was crying of the pain and thinking in my head 'How could my parents, whom I love so much, actually hit me?' He asked me if I was alright, and I wasnt thinking properly amongst all that pain, and I just shouted, choked it out ' I just want to be alone, let me have some time alright!?' He kept silent and walked out, then came back with something, laid it next to me, and left. He forgot to close the door though, so I stood up and walked silently to close it. Then I sat down on my bed, ignoring the physical pain, and took the cream my dad left for me. It was actually for my bruises then extended all over my arms, and for the pain I felt in the kick that was located somewhere below my spine. It was a mercy I didn't break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know who my parents are right now, they dont know the new me they see now, I always wonder wheres my old family, where are my old parents? I really need some help. My parents arent helping me in the things I want to pursue anymore, they are just indirectly deceiving me, lying to me, telling me that requirements are set very high I want to take in TP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-1344032627344251?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1344032627344251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=1344032627344251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1344032627344251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1344032627344251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-of-this-life-sick-of-this-family.html' title='Sick Of This Life, Sick Of This Family'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-2097983124281227950</id><published>2009-03-10T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:25:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;DAMN this really sucks alot me and Maryam were supposed to go to the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus but no her mum had to frigging interfere, and ground Maryam cause she failed chemistry by just one mark! ONE MARK! JUST ONE FRIGGING MARK! What crap is this! Now we can't go to the concert.. and those tickets have been wasted. This is real crap. And today I had to be frigging scolded by Miss Hana, when i spent so long, all the way from 3 to 1 am to make my research perfect! And now this crap! Today frigging sucks! I am so sick and tired of today! Kay whatever I'm overreacting yea I know, whatever, but almost everyone knows that I havent got a chance in dont know how long to go to a concert. Life is unfair and it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-2097983124281227950?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2097983124281227950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=2097983124281227950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/2097983124281227950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/2097983124281227950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html' title='DAMN'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-6753959847509135709</id><published>2009-03-09T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:27:14.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAY! I have managed to actually finish my research! At last!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Mrs Chong will accept it, I stayed up till like nearly&lt;br /&gt;1 in the morning to finish this. Now, all I have to do is my work plan!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Then when I'm done, I am going to school to print during recess&lt;br /&gt;or something. I cant be bothered anymore by that dumb ass PMSing freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I think I have infuriated alot of people today. Or people are trying to&lt;br /&gt;infuriate me, I really cant take it anymore. I go to church when I have time&lt;br /&gt;to do so, and thats rare already, cause of all the frigging stress i get in school!&lt;br /&gt;Its not very easy to be a sec 4 girl and still get time to go church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I am really really tired now, and I am going to head off to sleep, in I think&lt;br /&gt;in like about 10 minutes time. See y'all like tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-6753959847509135709?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6753959847509135709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=6753959847509135709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/6753959847509135709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/6753959847509135709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-5940757028368424196</id><published>2009-03-05T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:26:37.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;just when I thought I wouldn't go all emo today... My mum had to scold me just cause of a frigging lame arguement with my sister and she forced me to lock myself up in the room and compose more emo songs about my horrible family, and the person i love so much. Darn me being such a weak girl. Well, good news is that the 2.4km run is tomorrow i think, I'll be able to shed off some weight there, and then try to pass it too, then the next day, i'm going off on a two round run around VJC. I really want to be the me that I visualize each night in my head, the slim, tall, long haired girl. Also, to learn to know more about the guy i love, be his friend, everything. Also, dont say his name here, he might be watching. lol yea he knows my blog link. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-5940757028368424196?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5940757028368424196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=5940757028368424196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5940757028368424196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5940757028368424196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-it.html' title='DAMN IT'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-1481142371154165921</id><published>2009-03-05T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:28:10.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARN IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Darn it, I was frigging made to go to see the vice principal&lt;br /&gt;of our school today with my other best friend, Lisabeth,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Lee, Jasmine Soo, Azimah, and Siti Aminah.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Mrs Ang said we were real slow in our F and N&lt;br /&gt;coursework (No doubt in that) and that she wanted us to go see the VP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we stood there, in the general office of our school, waiting while&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ang (actually, yes ACTUALLY) came and complained about us.&lt;br /&gt;I got rather pissed off at that. Okay so Mrs Chong, our VP, came out&lt;br /&gt;and asked us to sit down in a small room that would have been so&lt;br /&gt;comfortable if I wasn't sitting on the arm of one chair. She talked to&lt;br /&gt;us real nicely, said we simply weren't the type that would purposely not&lt;br /&gt;do our coursework and she asked us like a mum would ask her daughter&lt;br /&gt;if we had any problems. Of course we started bursting out with them and&lt;br /&gt;poor o' Mrs Chong had to write up to two pages of huge post its for us. She&lt;br /&gt;said that we should be more careful with our physical health, try to be more&lt;br /&gt;careful while running, where I nearly always trip at, and try not to trip.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I actually gravitate to that point without knowing, like i can trip over&lt;br /&gt;small steps, tree branches, anything. Even drains too. I tripped over one in&lt;br /&gt;mid January, I think. Sophia was worse off than me though, both of her knees&lt;br /&gt;were ripped up and with blood flowing down to her socks. It took everything for me&lt;br /&gt;to not puke on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-1481142371154165921?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1481142371154165921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=1481142371154165921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1481142371154165921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1481142371154165921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/03/darn-it.html' title='DARN IT!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-8510275254643006490</id><published>2009-02-27T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:54:52.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going On Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, so like you guys know i went&lt;br /&gt;on air yesterday, and it was all fun&lt;br /&gt;and cool and everything else till my&lt;br /&gt;parents spoiled it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hutch met us at Braddell Mrt station,&lt;br /&gt;we introduced ourselves and left for&lt;br /&gt;SPH. On the way, Saleha was talking&lt;br /&gt;non-stop, so I left them at it. Then Hutch&lt;br /&gt;turned and walked back to me and said '&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so shy?!' and ruffled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, ' OMG! OMG!' inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the studio and we met JJ,&lt;br /&gt;Rod Monterro, Audre Hooden, Clarence,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Walker and Audrey. ( I noticed them all&lt;br /&gt;right away lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun on the radio station, Hutch&lt;br /&gt;called up one of our friends, Anisha,&lt;br /&gt;to tell her that Joe Jonas was coming&lt;br /&gt;down to the studio this weekend and&lt;br /&gt;that she got picked to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was like, I'm in cca now.&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked into the toilet&lt;br /&gt;and talked more. Then when Hutch&lt;br /&gt;said that we were the ones who made&lt;br /&gt;a plan to call her, she was like ' OMG!&lt;br /&gt;JOVIN?! YOU FRIGGING CALL ME IN&lt;br /&gt;THE MIDDLE OF CCA?! AM I ON LIVE&lt;br /&gt;OR SOMETHING NOW?! i was like, yea,&lt;br /&gt;you are actually. and she was like ' OMG&lt;br /&gt;JOVIN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW, IN SCHOOL! NO NOT&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW BUT MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called me back again and said&lt;br /&gt;' Hey I was really on live? I was like ' Yea&lt;br /&gt;you were on live' And i continued saying&lt;br /&gt;' Anisha don't ' kill' us, come on, we just&lt;br /&gt;wanted you to share the fun with us, aren't&lt;br /&gt;you surprised or anything? And she went,&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not surprised, I'm freaked out! Then Hutch&lt;br /&gt;talked to her using my phone! My PHONE! OMG&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay loads of overreacting there, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well after we finished, Hutch brought us to see&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the deejays. Rod Monterro was not able&lt;br /&gt;to even look Audre Hooden in the eye, because of what&lt;br /&gt;he was doing. Audre was like shouting ' Shut up la!&lt;br /&gt;Shut up la!' lol it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we met Audrey. She was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We started clicking like true girls when Audrey&lt;br /&gt;saw Saleha's awesome jacket! We started talking&lt;br /&gt;from jackets, to kc graduation rings, then to skinny&lt;br /&gt;jeans and hoodies. Hutch had to drag us out (not literally lol)&lt;br /&gt;for lunch. He withdrew some money from his account&lt;br /&gt;and bought us a small pizza, a plate of spagetti,&lt;br /&gt;a plate of calamari, and a steak from the all famous&lt;br /&gt;botak jones resturant... (for himself actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he then walked us back to the bus stop and said he had&lt;br /&gt;to go back to the studio and we hugged each other (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Hutch if you ever happen to chance upon this, thanks for&lt;br /&gt;everything, for hosting us, for buying lunch for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-8510275254643006490?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8510275254643006490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=8510275254643006490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/8510275254643006490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/8510275254643006490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-on-air.html' title='Going On Air'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-7306911663771649329</id><published>2009-02-26T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:29:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay! I got my contacts today. They aren't of any colour; the optician said it would be best that I wore normal ones first before wearing coloured ones. He wanted me to learn how to wear them contacts since I was new to it. I took like an hour to learn how to take it out, it was fustrating, but worth my time. haha. I am really excited for i may be wearing them tomorrow, that is if Hutch calls me today to tell me the details. I can't wait! I am like full of feelings right now, nervousness scared, happiness, independent, may get me to become very VERY Random. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-7306911663771649329?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7306911663771649329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=7306911663771649329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7306911663771649329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7306911663771649329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoo.html' title='Whoo!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-269902202034820733</id><published>2009-02-23T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:29:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;GAH! Is Miss Hana PMSing or what?! What is her damn problem?!&lt;br /&gt;People just cannot finish her work finish must also shout.. How lame&lt;br /&gt;can she get! My god, I would drop F and N if it wasn't for my poor&lt;br /&gt;results lor! Argh~ *Cools down* Anyway, before I managed to get&lt;br /&gt;real angry again, I am finally going live on the 91.3fm radio station!&lt;br /&gt;I plan on looking for someone new to follow me, I think Vanessa Chan&lt;br /&gt;from 4/2 isn't interested in coming anymore. Bleh. I only can bring&lt;br /&gt;one person. And I reckon, someone from my class. It makes it easy for us&lt;br /&gt;cause we can have enough time to eat lunch and change. Maybe you,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, if you read this, or maybe Lisabeth. Argh, i don't know, just tell me&lt;br /&gt;who wants to go alrite! The first person who tells will get to go with me!&lt;br /&gt;Hutch, the DJ hosting us, has goodie bags prepared for us and they include&lt;br /&gt;many music cds, and t shirts from 91.3fm too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-269902202034820733?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/269902202034820733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=269902202034820733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/269902202034820733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/269902202034820733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/02/gah-is-miss-hana-pmsing-or-what-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-4640789274183112729</id><published>2009-02-12T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:30:18.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♦WOOT♦</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;YES! I can finally let go of the person&lt;br /&gt;that I used to crush on, you guys know.&lt;br /&gt;I really think he's absurd, irritating and&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what came over me to&lt;br /&gt;make me like him first. Well, someone else&lt;br /&gt;currently holds my heart right now :D&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know who are they, and some&lt;br /&gt;don't. XD Well, today I skipped choir again with&lt;br /&gt;Abigail, Lisabeth, and Rachel Vu (PEENUT!) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time meeting Abigail, and I have&lt;br /&gt;learn lots from Lis bout her. XD. I think Abigail is&lt;br /&gt;really funny, and she suspects something bout Lis and&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell anyone. haha. Well, Lis went on a frigging&lt;br /&gt;huge shopping trip with us for the coming Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to get like presents for Eugene and only had&lt;br /&gt;ten dollars, so we had to help her pay up for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but I don't really mind, just as long her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;accepts her presents. I'll say this, if he doesnt accept it, and&lt;br /&gt;let the rose I bought for Lisabeth to give to him to die from&lt;br /&gt;lack of water, I'll take my money and find him and slap him&lt;br /&gt;on the face with it. XD I dunno, it sounds absurd, maybe I&lt;br /&gt;won't do it, but it'll make me laugh to no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-4640789274183112729?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4640789274183112729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=4640789274183112729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/4640789274183112729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/4640789274183112729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/02/woot.html' title='♦WOOT♦'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-7014129371939715486</id><published>2009-01-22T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:11:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, I just remembered (very lately XD)&lt;br /&gt;that we have coursework to do and we are&lt;br /&gt;not allowed to cook till we finish it and our&lt;br /&gt;practical exam. secondary 4 is getting&lt;br /&gt;so difficult and stressful, but I must keep trying&lt;br /&gt;though, if I want to go to Temasek Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;My mum will kill me if I went to ANY ITE.&lt;br /&gt;Stupidiot, irrnnoying her. If I can't cope with poly,&lt;br /&gt;obvously I'll be going there. These words may&lt;br /&gt;sound weird but we learned them from Mrs Lim and&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Anne Barnett. XD can't believe right? haha&lt;br /&gt;I learned hokkien, malay and cantonese words today.&lt;br /&gt;And during a english lesson too. XD Mrs Lim is awesomely&lt;br /&gt;funny when it comes to english. haha. School is getting real&lt;br /&gt;boring in every class except Mrs Lim's class. Mrs Lim class,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to oral communication with Mrs Wee, or Oei,&lt;br /&gt;whatever, is the only class that can make me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't even care when my head starts nodding off.&lt;br /&gt;She just continues teaching. What type of teacher is that? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh this year is SYF for all performing arts and this year is also&lt;br /&gt;our crucial exam year... But I am still going to have to go for choir&lt;br /&gt;when the cca stepdown comes.. But if my friends don't go on&lt;br /&gt;participating in their ccas during the cca stepdown, I'll stepdown too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to eat alone every Wednesday and Thursday during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I am that type of person who always like to be surrounded by people.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I like being with friends, haha. Kayy, thats all for now. Gotta go do&lt;br /&gt;something important with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-7014129371939715486?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7014129371939715486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=7014129371939715486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7014129371939715486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7014129371939715486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-7213695282379269054</id><published>2008-11-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:11:24.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fading enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh great the holidays have started...&lt;br /&gt;And my blog is dying, sadly :( I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;to write about during the holidays, seeing how&lt;br /&gt;i cant hang out with my friends and how i am&lt;br /&gt;being pressured by my parents to finish all my&lt;br /&gt;holiday assignments even though the holidays&lt;br /&gt;started like only weeks ago.. O_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are becoming more irritating day by day&lt;br /&gt;and its knd of killing my enthusiasm for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;I really want a break from all that school work but&lt;br /&gt;my parents dont want to let that happen.. everyday&lt;br /&gt;they ask me whether i have done my homework yet&lt;br /&gt;and when i tell them no and that i still have a long&lt;br /&gt;way to the start of school next year, they refuse to&lt;br /&gt;listen and say its better to finish first.. and rest later&lt;br /&gt;its kind of nerve wracking my head.. gives me major&lt;br /&gt;headaches whenever my parents talk about homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just doing the homwork bit by bit and since they asked&lt;br /&gt;for me to do my homework, i fastened my pace of the doing&lt;br /&gt;of homework and my parents, apparently are still not sastified!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what can i do to make them sastified?! Do all my homework&lt;br /&gt;and get As for all my subjects, just like a little, sucking up to parents&lt;br /&gt;kid? Well, no im not gonna do that! Thye just have to realise they were&lt;br /&gt;the ones who caused me to be a kid with poor results and that the way&lt;br /&gt;they are using is not working out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-7213695282379269054?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7213695282379269054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=7213695282379269054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7213695282379269054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7213695282379269054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/11/fading-enthusiasm.html' title='fading enthusiasm'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-7785448984661012525</id><published>2008-11-03T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:36:31.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lolz today we had like so much fun haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had F and N today and only four people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turned up for it: Me, Rachel Lee, Syakillah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Annisa. And Miss Hurna took a long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time to arrive so Annisa and Syakillah decided&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to go over to the bubble tea shop to buy food &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and drinks while Rachel Lee went off to meet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisabeth and eat breakfast. When Rachel Lee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;came back, Miss Hurna approached us and asked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where was the whole class. We told her that only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;four people had came and that it included Annisa and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syakillah. So Miss Hurna decided to treat us for lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at KFC and she ordered the Family Fest for us at the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC at Parkway Parade. It was so fun there, having &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lunch instead of going thru those major boring lessons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-7785448984661012525?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7785448984661012525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=7785448984661012525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7785448984661012525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/7785448984661012525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-5703027208892903490</id><published>2008-11-01T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:37:11.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderpants</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lolz we had soo much fun yesterday lol&lt;br /&gt;it was so freaking damn boring in maths&lt;br /&gt;so Charlene and the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;created a few names for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;lol it was all about Wonderpants stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondernabei: Charlene&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfucker: Geralda&lt;br /&gt;Wonderchibye: Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Wonderslut: Lisabeth&lt;br /&gt;Wonderkanina: Rachel Lee&lt;br /&gt;Wonderbutch: Jacinth&lt;br /&gt;Wonderselamat: lalala Its Me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha... but the day got worst&lt;br /&gt;that day was my mum's b'day see, and i&lt;br /&gt;wanted to bring my mum to the night&lt;br /&gt;safari for her b'day but the queue was like&lt;br /&gt;so damn long so we couldnt go.. My dad&lt;br /&gt;brough us to a seafood restaurant in IMM&lt;br /&gt;and when we ate they were talking damn&lt;br /&gt;loudly to the manager there, not to mention&lt;br /&gt;trying to overtake a group of drunk men shouting&lt;br /&gt;in therestaurant.. It was like so damn embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;cuz everyone was looking at us and it made me&lt;br /&gt;take out my Twilight book to hide my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Twilight, i just finished reading it this&lt;br /&gt;morning it was so awesome Edward, by the description&lt;br /&gt;of him in the book is soo major awesome.. Golden eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Muscled figure... eyes that change colour ahhh hes a person&lt;br /&gt;to die for!!!! And Bella i envy and hate the person acting as her&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart, who is acting as Bella, has a man voice!&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwww omg she is soo horrible sounding eurgh i could puke&lt;br /&gt;when i hear her voice... Bleh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-5703027208892903490?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5703027208892903490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=5703027208892903490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5703027208892903490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5703027208892903490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderpants.html' title='Wonderpants'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-1335072612887804594</id><published>2008-10-28T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:39:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today, we had our cake-making workshop. It was like so fun lolz. We made the cheesecake first, and we had to add in loads of stuff and that part was way boring so we took pics of one another. I wish i could place them here but sadly i cant due to my half-dead computer. (Damn It LOL) Then we made Blackforest cakes, which for me, was a horrible experience cause my cake when all out of shape and the cream was like all over the place and you do not want to see that XD. Well, making the cheesecake was fun but when I brought it back home, eating the base of the cheesecake was like eating stones. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-1335072612887804594?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1335072612887804594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=1335072612887804594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1335072612887804594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1335072612887804594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/cake-making.html' title='Cake Making'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-648099823119358166</id><published>2008-10-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:39:50.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wrote a new song i love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it alot its the best &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song i ever wrote but i dont &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have the tune (sadly) Love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;writing songs so much. I channel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all my problems into a song and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it becomes kinda comforting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mum and dad are getting really &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unreasonable and my sister? Dont even &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get into her: she hates me just because &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get a earlier school holiday then her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it isnt really fair but i guess thats what i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get for being a major loser and failure &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, ITE doesnt sound a bad choice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now. But i have to push up my math marks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to go there. My math work is horrible i got &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like 30 somethings for maths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But im still freaking upset about life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what will happen if i cant get advanced?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont wanna stay back i rather go to ITE than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, left with nothing to say now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i'll leave it here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-648099823119358166?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/648099823119358166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=648099823119358166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/648099823119358166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/648099823119358166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-4333892271178137980</id><published>2008-10-24T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:40:29.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal For Advancement</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to see Miss Goh with my mum today,&lt;br /&gt;didnt go that well, i was crying so badly..&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Miss Goh talked to me, i started&lt;br /&gt;to breakdown and cry. Its like still really&lt;br /&gt;painful the part i cried at the most was&lt;br /&gt;when she asked me ' Why do you want to&lt;br /&gt;advance to secondary 4?' I told her ' I dont&lt;br /&gt;want to suffer again'Then my dear conkhead&lt;br /&gt;of a mum had to butt in and say ' I told her&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, its better for you to stay in Secondary&lt;br /&gt;3 again, feel the pinch of feeling embarrassed,&lt;br /&gt;feel what its like to be a loner, a freak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt like that before, you know me&lt;br /&gt;teachers scold me, make me look foolish&lt;br /&gt;i have always felt it and i always feel that&lt;br /&gt;no many people can help me feel loved again&lt;br /&gt;I dont even feel the love my mum gives me&lt;br /&gt;anymore its getting lesser and lesser everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, i could feel her love for me&lt;br /&gt;whenever she said 'happy b'day' to me,&lt;br /&gt;but now whenever she sayz 'happy b'day' to me,&lt;br /&gt;i cant feel it anymore its not there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young i used to say ' Mum, i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;a vet? Does it pay well, Mum? And she would beam&lt;br /&gt;at me with bright happiness, ruffle my hair and say&lt;br /&gt;' Yes, Jovin, being a vet will pay well, and i sincerely&lt;br /&gt;hope you will become one.' And now, when i tell her&lt;br /&gt;that i wanna slim down, wanna be a singer, she would go&lt;br /&gt;' like as if you can slim down, look at how fat you are&lt;br /&gt;and singing? you arent even nice-looking, so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;Plus you dont even have a good education to begin with'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not really nice to have someone you love say ' I hate you'&lt;br /&gt;straight to your face and certainly not very nice to have&lt;br /&gt;someone break your heart by bashing you half to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-4333892271178137980?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4333892271178137980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=4333892271178137980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/4333892271178137980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/4333892271178137980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/appeal-for-advancement.html' title='Appeal For Advancement'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-885920238909810838</id><published>2008-10-23T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:41:22.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and sad...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got my results today.... found out i had to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;retain in Sec 3NA... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess thats what i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deserve... for doing all the things i should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never have done... But what about my mum? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;encouraged me in my work, always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;said she hated me, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;would even get my dad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to punch me up till i was bruised and hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everywhere; especially in the heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i said i hated her, i got &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the scoldings.. when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said she hated me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was i, i who took the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;blame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of causing disharmony between the family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;They did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not even care that i had stood up for my sister and got &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;myself into &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;trouble for her.. I got myself punched and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kicked by my dad when i protected her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;from what i got &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from my dad.. I feel sucidal... Been happy only because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i knew i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;had friends that i could trust, but unhappy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i knew my family had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;forsaken me to the dark side of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-885920238909810838?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/885920238909810838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=885920238909810838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/885920238909810838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/885920238909810838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-and-sucidal.html' title='happy and sad...?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-6363010070677906472</id><published>2008-10-22T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:43:16.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Are Sooo Temperamental O_0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mum is soo obviously a major &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;weirdo she asked me to clean up the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mess when there was like nothing at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all in the toilet then she went all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' NO YOU DIDNT CLEAN PROPERLY, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK?! CLEAN IT UP AGAIN OR ELSE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'LL MAKE YOU USE YOUR TONGUE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO CLEAN IT UP!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_0 seriously the whole parenting world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;must have gone mad jeeze She made me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scream myself hoarse about how much i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hated her and she was like ' I hated you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like since you got into secondary school&lt;br /&gt;thats when you started telling lies to me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought two notebooks for you so you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could write your songs inside and this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is what you give me? Well youre welcome to&lt;br /&gt;get out of this house anytime you like. Just tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me, cause i might get ' worried ' if you didnt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slammed my studyroom door on her and stayed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cooped inside for ages cant remember how long i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was reading a novel and i was breaking down&lt;br /&gt;into tears for some characters that died in the book. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then my heart was really aching for some reason.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess i was heartbroken.. I decided to write out some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;songs so i took out those two notebooks my mum gave me&lt;br /&gt;and started writing but i never did manage to write one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;word when i saw what my mum wrote on the book cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read ' Dearest Jovin, Happy B'day make full use of these &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;two notebooks in your songwriting' It was really upsetting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz i thot they hated me and had no love for me and my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;broke and i cried when i read it i was like ' Why didnt they tell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me earlier? Why? I wouldnt have done what i just did to them&lt;br /&gt;if i had known that they had loved me enough to do that for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-6363010070677906472?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6363010070677906472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=6363010070677906472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/6363010070677906472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/6363010070677906472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/mothers-are-sooo-temperamental-o0.html' title='Mothers Are Sooo Temperamental O_0'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-4358209339788708152</id><published>2008-10-21T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:44:13.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITE TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today we had our ITE trip, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other than &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;havin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITE students &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;whisperin down my ear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' YOUR FUTURE IS HERE' i was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;like soo shocked i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;went ' umm whatever' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and walked off towards where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;waitin for Wesley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean i cant believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that like i have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a future and it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the art &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of designing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hair or with my music &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;talent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of singing or deejaying! I mean i really really like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mum &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;would so totally &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;make me quit school if i went &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to ITE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;let that happen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me, I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; really like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Simei ITE, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;its &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;facilities &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and teachers are really awesome &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but as seen from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;above &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mum &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would do that to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i went there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-4358209339788708152?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4358209339788708152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=4358209339788708152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/4358209339788708152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/4358209339788708152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/ite-trip.html' title='ITE TRIP'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-5176236244318348856</id><published>2008-10-18T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:44:52.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst B'day I've Ever Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday is like my birthday, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i get freakin shit for it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, some of my accounts got &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suspended for saying that some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my teachers were gay. well, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least im getting it back in a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;few hours time so i'll have to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My birthday presents &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;were the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;latest subscription &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;een &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;magazine, Demi Lovato's CD, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;two majorly boring notebooks, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;packet of seaweed and two &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;packets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of preserved chestnuts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeeeze i wish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had gotten more presents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like as if I deserve what I got. Those presents &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;costed even less then $35 dollars. Man, a pair of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skinny jeans or some long sleeved shirts would have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been real nice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-5176236244318348856?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5176236244318348856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=5176236244318348856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5176236244318348856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/5176236244318348856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-bday-ive-ever-had.html' title='Worst B&apos;day I&apos;ve Ever Had'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169958770877476891.post-1084758005379568253</id><published>2008-10-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:45:14.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxed To The Limits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh my paramore im soo tired... have black&lt;br /&gt;eye rings at the bottom of my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;stupid stress and exams im so scared about&lt;br /&gt;whether i can go to Secondary Four&lt;br /&gt;Need to prevent getting sick too, been getting&lt;br /&gt;headaches recently. The biggest headache i got&lt;br /&gt;was today. And tomorrow's my b'day! can you&lt;br /&gt;believe my bad luck? And if i get sick i wont be&lt;br /&gt;able to use my voice!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169958770877476891-1084758005379568253?l=eternityforeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1084758005379568253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169958770877476891&amp;postID=1084758005379568253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1084758005379568253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169958770877476891/posts/default/1084758005379568253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternityforeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/taxed-to-limits.html' title='Taxed To The Limits!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01200490532204606701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zr_2DWOyb8/SaEDJ4lMvXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wQwCX8WyfqU/S220/Metro+Station.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
