<?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-5571477767387892449</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:28:13.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Piece of Me With You When You Leave...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-5324257899840060157</id><published>2009-11-05T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:09:35.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Assembly today. Chemistry 1st two periods. She got pissed cos we didnt do the trial paper so she started askin us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for the answer 1 by 1. Sejarah, BM... same ol same ol... Actually everythg today was pretty much the usual. Just a very stressed out day for me. Today it hit me. We have... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 more days&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thats it. 13 days to SPM, damn it.. That sucks ass..  SO...... Im not goin to school 2mrw. Stayin home to study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had a nap this afternoon. I dreamt about "you". I dreamt that.. We had to go our seperate ways. It was awful. Because at this point in my life, i can say that the world, MY world is a better place with you in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I may not call you every night, but when i do, i hate hanging up. I love to hear the sound of your voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I may not say it quite as much as i should, but when i say i love you, darlin, that means for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I may not do everything right, but everythg i do, i do it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; If you asked me to sing you a song, i would sing this to you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low,&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold,&lt;br /&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm&lt;br /&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for me but to love you,&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're lovely ... Never, ever change.&lt;br /&gt;Keep that breathless charm.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please arrange it ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me be lovin u long time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~DJ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-5324257899840060157?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/5324257899840060157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=5324257899840060157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5324257899840060157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5324257899840060157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-7279167067967022490</id><published>2009-11-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:42:07.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said She Said..</title><content type='html'>Isnt that like a song by Ashley Tisdale? lol who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He said: Hey, i love you. Do remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She said: I love you too. Never forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He said: Never will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will hang on to your hand as long as you dont let go. So... Never let go okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Btw, i know this is irrelevant but i have to say that Whitney's new song - Million Dollar Bill is simply awesome. She is a living legend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-7279167067967022490?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/7279167067967022490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=7279167067967022490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7279167067967022490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7279167067967022490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-said-she-said.html' title='He Said She Said..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-2455756907790125584</id><published>2009-11-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:53:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday..</title><content type='html'>Im pretty sure you guys have heard this song before. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"it's just another manic monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish it were a sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause that's my funday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my I don't have to runday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's just another manic monday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And indeed it was.. The same old crap in school.. One thing i cant stand is when teachers tunjuk muka in school. I mean, not all of them are like that. Just a few u know.. Its like they come in with muka 2 sen pun tak dapat jual. To give them the benefit of doubt, i suppose they're equally pressured. Oh well. Mrs Bean needs to smile more. hahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sejarah was just marking trial papers from Kelantan and Terengganu.. "Belombuan" LOL! Damn, i feel bad. but what to do?! I cant help it! It sounds so funny.. heheh. K k enuf. SPM dekat already. Hmm... what else.. i managed to finish my EST essay during moral cos we didnt do anything else. Recess was all mellow for some reason. So i stood outside class just lookin at the church, the sea and admiring people going to the toilet. hahaha.. that sounds so stupid. ANYWHO'S... yeah, Dyg kena marah from Cikgu CT afta BM for bringin her hp to kelas bimbingan i think. But Cikgu CT was not like im-gonna-kill-u serious la.  English... We did SPM Model Test paper (2, that is). and then while sending back the papers to Ms Val:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ms Val: thank you.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:................................... *grins* ur welcome, Ms Val. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahah.. Then came bio. i left my paper 3 at home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Uhm... Teacher? I... er... I... 4got to bring my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr L.H.G: *rolls eyes* Share la owh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Er.. Yes, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Surprisingly no lecture from him. haha... But he did get pissed sumwhere in the middle. I cant recall why as I was falling asleep.  Physics was.. OMG. I dont know if its me, or the subject, or the teacher.. But everytime during Physics, time passes by oh so very SSSSLLLLLLLLOOOOOWWWWWW. Today was one of those whatever days so i couldnt care less what was goin on. Shaleen just kept sayin "..kek" and i was being all "...tek" hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thats just another manic monday of mine. As mum says, "another day in 'paradise'..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;DJ&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-2455756907790125584?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/2455756907790125584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=2455756907790125584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/2455756907790125584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/2455756907790125584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/11/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-7638017034420438825</id><published>2009-10-30T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:35:09.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken perhaps?</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. i think i made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;But i think the only way we learn is through our mistakes so, no regrets; Only lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it for today. Rather depressing for some reason, this past 2 days. And i feel as if we're (Me and some1, not for you to know who) drifting apart..? Oh well. I hope not but its not in my hands.. Have a good weekend, ppl... God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~Down and out - DJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-7638017034420438825?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/7638017034420438825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=7638017034420438825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7638017034420438825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7638017034420438825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/10/mistaken-perhaps.html' title='Mistaken perhaps?'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-329989456230992173</id><published>2009-10-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:47:29.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Just Friends~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sometimes you hold my hand, sometimes you kiss my cheek, sometimes we gaze at each other for a second too long... In fact i'd look into your eyes for the whole day if i could. But we're just friends? Its not fair but its alright. I love you no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you asked how much i love you....... i would do this for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIPTeKiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xWQZD48yoys/s1600-h/heart8xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398035985439009314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIPTeKiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xWQZD48yoys/s320/heart8xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIW8taxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tg8N0uY7H3o/s1600-h/i+luv+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398035987491023634" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIW8taxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tg8N0uY7H3o/s320/i+luv+u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would say this to you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIjyjB0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/_cG77brPzpw/s1600-h/luv4u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398035990938060610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIjyjB0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/_cG77brPzpw/s320/luv4u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that i love you beacause you smile at me and mean it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that its better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that i didnt choose to, i just fell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that to fall in love with you is awfully simple but to fall out of love with you is simply awful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that love is friendship, friendship is love. If love fails, our friendship should remain; For friendship is the foundation of love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sound of your kiss is not as loud as a cannon, but it's echo lasts a great deal longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To love you and win your heart is the best thing. To love and lose, is the next best. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My love for you... is born with the pleasure of looking at you, it is fed with the necessity of seeing you, and it is concluded with the impossibility of being seperated from you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You dont need to know much about me. Just know that...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My face is the mirror of the mind and my eyes, without speaking confess the secrets of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it seems to me that the best relationships--the ones that last-- are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day i looked at you and i saw something more than i did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And you, the person who was just a friend is...suddenly the only person i can ever imagine myself with.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one chance, one shot.. thats all it takes. Take this step with me and i promise, you wont regret it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you regardless of whatever happens from here on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-Stendhal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~DJ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-329989456230992173?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/329989456230992173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=329989456230992173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/329989456230992173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/329989456230992173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-friends.html' title='~Just Friends~'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SumtIPTeKiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xWQZD48yoys/s72-c/heart8xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-432971892517744875</id><published>2009-10-28T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:44:05.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 of Us... BNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuqAnvkhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/K-5VkeysSSo/s1600-h/DSC06483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397685821403795986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuqAnvkhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/K-5VkeysSSo/s320/DSC06483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNAGI!! hahaha... Shaleen's favourite word currently... i just say EEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhurBNZrXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/572LiiHF4wY/s1600-h/DSC06487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397685838741613938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhurBNZrXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/572LiiHF4wY/s320/DSC06487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My egg mayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Suhuq5j1R_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/OjaX6I8noSk/s1600-h/DSC06486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397685836688214002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Suhuq5j1R_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/OjaX6I8noSk/s320/DSC06486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bryan's Salmon thgy... it looks damn fresh na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhvpqB9XRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DJ5MSDy0jK8/s1600-h/DSC06490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686914851364114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhvpqB9XRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DJ5MSDy0jK8/s320/DSC06490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhvpKFSSrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6cEgIzmewzk/s1600-h/DSC06489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686906275383986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhvpKFSSrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6cEgIzmewzk/s320/DSC06489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Face 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Suhvp0onu6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Q2L3fSkf01I/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686917697878946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Suhvp0onu6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Q2L3fSkf01I/s320/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah... finally... Face 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuraS2RdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/13Vnd5MPYPA/s1600-h/DSC06488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397685845475345874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuraS2RdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/13Vnd5MPYPA/s320/DSC06488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Shaleen... this was supposed to be an outting to "release stress"along with her bday outting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuqWxoBwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kH_9psUX3Qs/s1600-h/DSC06485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397685827350824706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuqWxoBwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kH_9psUX3Qs/s320/DSC06485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go for it, babe. Now u know what you keep sayin tastes like. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhxK0NpYcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/R97CjTjqe8w/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397688584032051650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhxK0NpYcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/R97CjTjqe8w/s320/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bowling alley.. I told them i suck at it but they insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Suhvqpnl8bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xZq8qhevJkU/s1600-h/DSC06496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686931920646578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Suhvqpnl8bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xZq8qhevJkU/s320/DSC06496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaleen, bowling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhvqbHn7iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hVniD1jDl5U/s1600-h/DSC06493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686928028462626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhvqbHn7iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hVniD1jDl5U/s320/DSC06493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr. I Can Beat Ur Ass At Bowling Anytime. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhxLT4LYmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WfD_DKaDdJM/s1600-h/DSC06500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397688592531939938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhxLT4LYmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WfD_DKaDdJM/s320/DSC06500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I told u! This was jz afta i "CHARGED" at it, according to Shaleen. I didnt CHARGE at it! They were laughing their asses off right about this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways, i had a good time with them. Been a while since i last went out so this was fun. The 2 best friends of mine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-432971892517744875?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/432971892517744875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=432971892517744875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/432971892517744875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/432971892517744875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-of-us-bns.html' title='The 3 of Us... BNS'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SuhuqAnvkhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/K-5VkeysSSo/s72-c/DSC06483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-5426549680230269611</id><published>2009-10-05T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:13:43.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of trials..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmm... wonder why i felt like Bio was gonna be any different this time. it was just as bad (as the previous times)... Anyways.. So today is like 1st day of 2nd week of trials... Physics 2, Bio 2 and EST 1... Physics was so-so only la. was aite. Est also.. Bio hancus. haha... 2mrw onwards the timetable changed so we get to go home at 12.35pm.. Erm.. 2mrw got Modern Maths 1 and Physics 3.. What else? oh ya my right eye is SOOO swelled up i can barely open it half way. and it HURTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dunno why but it HURTSSSSSSSS! so yea mum n dad said i gotta make a trip to KL soon to see Dato' Shukri, my eye specialist. I've always had problems with my eyes. And he's the best doctor around so i trust him with my eyes, and i shall nvr trust another. :) Oh well. i gotta go close my eyes for a while n put a hot towel on it. Mum's orders until we get back to KL to fix it. Peace out, ppl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~In Pain - DJ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-5426549680230269611?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/5426549680230269611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=5426549680230269611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5426549680230269611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5426549680230269611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-week-of-trials.html' title='2nd week of trials..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-2911170300539860345</id><published>2009-09-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:59:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Trials...</title><content type='html'>Wow... I've nvr been this nervous for an exam.. and its not even the real thing. its just trials.. Hmm... Wonder how SPM will feel like. Guess i've to wait and see (then again, not much time left to sit around and wait)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for the exam part, BM was... 50-50? i dunno. paper 1 was okay but the 1st essay was totally crap.. Langkah-langkah mengatasi masalah banjir... i was still half asleep that time but whatever i wrote was indirectly kutuk-ing the rakyat. Lol.. 2nd essay was ok cos i chose question no. 1. i think almost every1 did. Very the susah okay!! Paper 2 was not too bad, though. Hope n pray for the best... EST pulak... i think Mdm Rita is goin all out to make us regret takin the subject. haha.. Well, it wasnt terrible. Just tricky. Me no like tricky :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As for you, i've come to the conclusion that either ur blind or purposely ignoring it. :) the fact is ur not blind but maybe figuratively, u are. Erm... i can jz think of this to say to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"No, its not enough, dont touch my hand and call it love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well thank God you dont read my blog. or at least i think u dont. *shrugs* K i gtg study now! 2mrw Sejarah 1 &amp;amp; 2 (die lo) and Chem 2 (la favourite...) Much love, peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-2911170300539860345?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/2911170300539860345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=2911170300539860345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/2911170300539860345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/2911170300539860345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-trials.html' title='1st day of Trials...'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-1526910506014065515</id><published>2009-09-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:30:44.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress gila babi!!!</title><content type='html'>Argh!!! its about 11.30 now.. Trials are startin 2mrw.. And im excited abt school, believe me, i am. jz not the exam part... Anyways.. Wish me luck, ppl. Gonna need loads of it. Oh and 1 more thg i wanna add. Shaleen sent me a msg jz now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;S: i had a family dinner n had this big a** fish which reminded me of da school pond &amp;amp; us  going "pish pish" one and a million times w our hands and what s***, lalala you get my point. i missed you (: love you, nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Hehe... Jauh also you think. But anyways gud to hear from u. Its been a crap couple of days. I miss you too ): but i love u heaps, sweetheart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. thats me &amp;amp; my best fren. Let us now go to our slumber and anticipate the beginning of our 2nd trial exam.. Gud luck, every1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-1526910506014065515?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/1526910506014065515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=1526910506014065515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1526910506014065515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1526910506014065515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress-gila-babi.html' title='Stress gila babi!!!'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-5492238725869410353</id><published>2009-09-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:41:24.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been so long since i last blogged .. always the case.. haha.. now i dunno where to start. but anyways.. lets see.. i guess among the happenings in my life so far are...  1) thgs are back to normal with certain ppl.. which is a gud thg becos Form 5 is comin to an end n i dowanna leave with bad memories.. 2) im havin a super hard time with sum1 who was so very important in my life.. never thought we'd end up like this. but i remember what Neesh said to me once upon a time.. "Ppl change, conscious or not, like it or not, they jz do." and she was so right abt that.. i jz miss the way thgs were b4 n wish that it wud go back to normal though i noe its not gonna happen. im too hurt.. for now at least, i need to be away from u.  3) i took my camera to school sumwhere.. last mth? n we took sum really awesome photos.. my classmates are the best n i've really enjoyed the past yr + 9 mths with them. hopin to enjoy whats left of it =)  4) my bday turned out pretty alright.. it was on the 14th and we had like tea cum dinner at my house. lotsa frens showed up.. frens meanin my frens, dad's frens &amp;amp; mum's frens.. Those of mine who came were Ma, Daus, Sarah, Jojo, Joanne, Keela, Nazim, Azra, Bryan &amp;amp; Shaleen... it was good to hv them around..  5) The youth rally with Fr. Stan was AWESOME!!! it really changed me as a person.. no more cursing, swearing, anythg bad. i am set free by my God who is mighty to save. 6) Trials are like coming monday.. spent the hols studyin but sumhow it feels like its not enuf. So im freaking out!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was nothin much.. Sarah woke me up at like 7am today with a wake up call. i went back to sleep afta that, no surprise. then she called again n said she'll be at my place in half an hour. i was like "sure. k. see u." n... Zzzzzzzz........ 20 mins later i woke up n was like "darn.. i need to bathe." so i was bathing n Ivy came upstairs n said "SARAH'S HERE!!!!" haha. anyways. we studied afta that.. then at 12 we went to Azreena's house.. Raya open house mah... The food was like so good.. i miss Raya food u see... n seein that we're not in KL, that meant no raya food at Aunty Gie's place or her mum's place. which is tragic, really. Anyways.. thats abt it. i aint gonna blog in detail abt the past couple mths cos it'll take 4eva. but i WILL post sum pictures up next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Pray for those who are on the other side of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the hungry, the sick, the prisoners, those who hate you, those of your enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray for those who are not even born yet. The one who doesnt know of your existance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray for them and pray for good.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-5492238725869410353?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/5492238725869410353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=5492238725869410353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5492238725869410353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5492238725869410353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long time no update'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-552195728312734960</id><published>2009-05-22T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:13:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent...</title><content type='html'>ohPermanant is actually 1 of the songs that David Cook sang. It has been related to the incident of his brother's passing. I really think its a beautiful song and so i jz had to up the lyrics here.. Losing someone to cancer has to be 1 of the most painful things to deal with. I would know because my late grandfather suffered the same think.. I pray for those out there who have to go through this, be it themselves or someone they love. God bless all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive my broken promise that you’ll never see me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything, it will surely change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if I tell you I won’t go away today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you think that you’re all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When no one’s there to hold your hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all you know seems so far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything is temporary, rest your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m permanent.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know he’s living in hell every single day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I ask oh God is there some way for me to take his place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when they say just touch and go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could make it go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you think that you’re all alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when no one’s there to hold your hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all you know seems so far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything is temporary, rest your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m permanent... I’m permanent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this moment where I look you in the eye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive my promise that you’ll never see me cry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~In loving memory of &lt;em&gt;Robert Jacob&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-DJ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-552195728312734960?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/552195728312734960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=552195728312734960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/552195728312734960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/552195728312734960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/05/permanent.html' title='Permanent...'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-7220586346804971161</id><published>2009-05-12T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:54:31.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry starry night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday after i came home from school, i had lunch and then went to sleep for a while.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i woke up LATE for tuition. and i mean LATE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuition starts at like 6pm and i woke up at 5.54... Mum yelled for me to get ready so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hurried up. I went downstairs and got my things ready la. Tengok2 my dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shock shock take his own sweet time. So i knocked on the door (its like 6.10 that time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was like "hurry up!!!" and he's like "why, got tuition ah?" So then i went for tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at about 6.20... OKay maths was alright. I decided not to go for chem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos my i had to study for today's exam. So papa picked me up at 7.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat in the car and suddenly the whole of PUJUT area blackout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahah how ironic. Got home and my family was havin a candle light dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt really feel like eating. Then I was playin guitar while waitin for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damned electricity to get back on. Got fed up. Went online la. Was tellin Ms Val to 4give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me if i dont do well for English cos without the electricity its reallllly hard to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see n do revision.. Dah la aku buta.. Lagi in the dark what more to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was like "yea right what an excuse...." haha just then the electricity came back on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she perasan just when i talked to her, it came back. hahah okay maybe she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the good luck charm yesterday. lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm... today, we had both English papers &amp;amp; Physics paper 3..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hancur la my Physics... Anyways, still got paper 2 left to save me... :P English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was quite alright.. Paper 2 was a bit difficult but im leavin it all in His hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school, i went home with Shaleen and OMGGGGGG.. hahah well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant really mention it here but all i can say is... "PANAS!!!!!" Holy cow, man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha! She'll know what im talkin about =P Anyways................... movin on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2mrw i can only hope for some divine intervention..lol Its Bio paper 1 &amp;amp; 3... Only God can help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So thats it for now. I gtg studyy! Wish me luck ppl. Peace :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-DJ-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-7220586346804971161?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/7220586346804971161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=7220586346804971161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7220586346804971161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7220586346804971161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/05/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry starry night...'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-4185219345261030942</id><published>2009-05-11T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:21:14.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Them/It..</title><content type='html'>Exam sucked so we aint gonna talk about it. Moving on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...my aunties &amp;amp; uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... Mama Ruby (&amp;amp; her cooking, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... Gerry mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... KL mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... KL nasi lemak &amp;amp; ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... KLCC (best place to cuci mata!!!! hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it all and i cant wait to go back for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Sum pics of the above. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeSCoEKXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GLL2e79Z9-Y/s1600-h/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334476685167569266" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeSCoEKXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GLL2e79Z9-Y/s200/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeRlMOEyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/saHY1Voz3b4/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334476677266150178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeRlMOEyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/saHY1Voz3b4/s200/DSC01851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCKD7sYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KaVdbFk2FiI/s1600-h/DSC03968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334475312773968258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCKD7sYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KaVdbFk2FiI/s200/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeQxT_CuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hHwUj0OOhxI/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334476663340075746" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeQxT_CuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hHwUj0OOhxI/s200/DSC01839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeRlMOEyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/saHY1Voz3b4/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdC-K66nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yKhx2lae7vc/s1600-h/DSC03718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334475326761921138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdC-K66nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yKhx2lae7vc/s200/DSC03718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCkVsnTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/I4SC8GMGUcU/s1600-h/DSC03993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334475319827799346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCkVsnTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/I4SC8GMGUcU/s200/DSC03993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCt57elI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L8gSx07VhXI/s1600-h/DSC03527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334475322395687506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCt57elI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L8gSx07VhXI/s200/DSC03527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCdsN_RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ye_GNOGiGTo/s1600-h/DSC03912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334475318043213074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfdCdsN_RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ye_GNOGiGTo/s200/DSC03912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll be back on th 27th, ya'll. Woohoooooo! Peace out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-DJ-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-4185219345261030942?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/4185219345261030942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=4185219345261030942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/4185219345261030942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/4185219345261030942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-themit.html' title='I Miss Them/It..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SgfeSCoEKXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GLL2e79Z9-Y/s72-c/DSC01861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-8227963183859102</id><published>2009-05-10T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:26:27.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi29SKAnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wR4uBqgoRXA/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200242458460786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi29SKAnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wR4uBqgoRXA/s200/DSC04362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ivy @ Desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi2nj4ajI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yVr2cRx4EOo/s1600-h/IMG_6691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200236627225138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi2nj4ajI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yVr2cRx4EOo/s200/IMG_6691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Gwen @ Jazz Fest last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi2hWi0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/L7jAqmRG-Ek/s1600-h/IMG_6703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200234960670882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi2hWi0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/L7jAqmRG-Ek/s200/IMG_6703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How d'ya like my "hat"? its not mine... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4Mcqaf6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zjACxUPiJzo/s1600-h/DSC04317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153332658962338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4Mcqaf6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zjACxUPiJzo/s200/DSC04317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she tortured me. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4MGNfbjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/idgl4Xy8LSA/s1600-h/DSC04308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153326632070706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4MGNfbjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/idgl4Xy8LSA/s200/DSC04308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wrote our names in the sand, but they wrote their names in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4L197dTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fXEtDBNTlxE/s1600-h/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153322271831346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4L197dTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fXEtDBNTlxE/s200/DSC04310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4LdtUz1I/AAAAAAAAADs/rIBASixNL5Y/s1600-h/DSC04311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153315759738706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4LdtUz1I/AAAAAAAAADs/rIBASixNL5Y/s200/DSC04311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Shaleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4LD7LQ4I/AAAAAAAAADk/71lIHyyPJQY/s1600-h/DSC04291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153308838511490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga4LD7LQ4I/AAAAAAAAADk/71lIHyyPJQY/s200/DSC04291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bfast @ PBC - pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1y0-PlwI/AAAAAAAAADc/AT0FfOrpPU8/s1600-h/DSC04435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150693484730114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1y0-PlwI/AAAAAAAAADc/AT0FfOrpPU8/s320/DSC04435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garlic bread w cheese. Yummmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1yZROmWI/AAAAAAAAADU/i20GWY5eGT8/s1600-h/DSC04444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150686048164194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1yZROmWI/AAAAAAAAADU/i20GWY5eGT8/s320/DSC04444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work of art..Appetizers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1x-5S34I/AAAAAAAAADM/I0XnZlG-EMA/s1600-h/DSC04452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150678968459138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1x-5S34I/AAAAAAAAADM/I0XnZlG-EMA/s320/DSC04452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sarah in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1xW96LyI/AAAAAAAAADE/lq6ZMCZO8mw/s1600-h/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150668250394402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1xW96LyI/AAAAAAAAADE/lq6ZMCZO8mw/s320/DSC04512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic, Aunty Barathi &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1wzA9diI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V3MOdHA56bE/s1600-h/DSC04106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150658599515682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sga1wzA9diI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V3MOdHA56bE/s320/DSC04106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Mazura &amp;amp; Me @ Secret Recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jz some random pictures from different parties, events, birthdays, etc... All of which hv one thg in common. They involve some very special ppl in my life. God bless them always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-DJ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-8227963183859102?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/8227963183859102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=8227963183859102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/8227963183859102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/8227963183859102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures ;)'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sgbi29SKAnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wR4uBqgoRXA/s72-c/DSC04362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-1935100624971444929</id><published>2009-05-10T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:03:28.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Updates</title><content type='html'>Gosh, i didnt realize my last post was so long ago. Valentine's lagi.. haha. Damn, just shows how busy i've been. okay well, a lot has happened since then but i don't think i can talk about every single thg here. tak muat bah.. dat's why.. hahah. ER... let's see, our debate was last month.. It was good though we didnt make it to the end. But honestly, it was great fun. The juniors are so much fun to hang out with. And Sam, our 2nd speaker.. My god, she's only form 2 but she is SOO dedicated and committed. Its so amazing. I absolutely adore her. Our supporters and reserves were all great as well. They helped a lot, not to mention, cracked jokes here and there to ease the tention. Ms Val &amp;amp; Ms Vanessa were very motivating as well. 1 thg i can remember is that we were like really late on the 2nd day cos we got the times all mixed up. So what happened was that we (the speakers &amp;amp; reserves) jumped into Ms Val's car instead of going by bus and OMG... I got nothin but respect for Ms Val. Jesus, she's better than those Fast&amp;amp;Furious punya drivers. HAHAHAHA she can really speed up. And i mean, REALLY. Me, Sarah, Sam, Jacelyn &amp;amp; Sofie diam giler cos we all had our hearts in our mouths. But that was fun. Im gonna miss spending the afternoons with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Movin on... School is really getting stressful man... SPM is getting closer n closer... Sangat menakutkan.. b4 worryin abt that though, i hv to worry about 2mrw (1st term exam startin). Im so not prepared. Oh ya, Sarah was here jz now. We were studying. then her dad came so we were walkin down stairs and ****! she slipped! Christ! I quickly tried to catch her hand but i feel so bad. i hope she didnt hurt herself...  I cudnt even think at that moment. all i cud say was "are you okay? are you hurt?" tapi dia relek je. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway$.. what else.. Thgs between me n certain ppl havent been so... good. Sigh.. I dunno what to do. With the 1st person, i just really hv no clue. With the 2nd person, I cant stand the way she's behaving and doing things but i just cant tegur her. I feel like i might step on her toes and i dont want that to happen.. I hope she can figure it out for herself. Cos i cant stand the way ppl talk about her, anymore. Like as if she's sum kinda cheap whore yg boleh dijumpa kat tepi jalan. Sum ppl say that u can talk to ppl thru the mind. Like telepathy or sumthg like that. I hope she can just read my mind so that i dont hv to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really feelin the nerves of exam now. hahah.. i noe what u guys r thinkin. "cakap nervous tapi masih boleh blog... bodoh bangang punya orang.." Only way to release stress!! What to do? And i have to do well in Chem this time.. I promised myself i wont let Cikgu Mazura down.. I hope our trip back to KL this time durin hols will ease the stress n tension a bit.. We'll be there for about 16 days. And we're going to Langkawi for 4 days with mum's family. That ought to be fun. Lookin forward to seein all my cuzins.. Also hope to catch up with my school frens and also my other frens &amp;amp; relatives (eg. Vaneesha, Jennifer, etc...) Shaleen too since she might be in KL. We go jalan2 cari makan kay, babe? ;P I'll miss u too much n might get depressed if i dont get to see you thruout the hols. Dah la aku pergi 2 hari sebelum mula cuti... Thats 2 MORE days. okay okay gettin too emo now. Relek la kan.. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la thats all for now. I gtg odi. Going to bathe and get ready. For what? It's mother's day la, remember? Bukan aku yg di-celebrate-kan yer, jgn harap la in the near future... haha gonna take mummy out for dinner and give her her present. Hope she likes it. Happy Mother's Day to all mothers out there.  God bless you all. Where, what, who, and how wud we be without them? We simply wudnt be at all, without them. Love you, mum. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: gonna upload sum pics in the next post. Not now. relek dulu la... Peace =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-DJ- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-1935100624971444929?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/1935100624971444929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=1935100624971444929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1935100624971444929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1935100624971444929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/05/overdue-updates.html' title='Overdue Updates'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-1809417700112276871</id><published>2009-02-14T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:52:30.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ppl Who I Think Are Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Deborah Priya Henry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why she's hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Born in Dublin &amp;amp; grew up in Kuala Lumpur. Her mother's white Irish &amp;amp; father, Malaysian Indian. During her school days, she excelled in sports, playing basketball and volleyball and winning a gold medal in the Kuala Lumpur International Schools athletic meet. She also received a "Sportswoman of the Year" trophy. She holds two bachelor's of science degrees in Political Science and Economics from the University of Queensland, Brisbane, Australia. She founded a charity called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Open Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Her focus is human rights advocacy and sustainable development with a long term goal to eradicate poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Her motto is &lt;em&gt;"Do what you can do, given your capabilities and resources. Everyone can play a part in impacting the bigger picture, now and in the future." &lt;/em&gt;And of course, she's hot plainly because she is. Not to mention her high cheek bones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbkIcb2-JI/AAAAAAAAACE/Rx4BUWUgxuk/s1600-h/DPH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302676444998465682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbkIcb2-JI/AAAAAAAAACE/Rx4BUWUgxuk/s320/DPH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZb1OjgYjjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4qLng2bDL3k/s1600-h/DPH2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302695241673379378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZb1OjgYjjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4qLng2bDL3k/s320/DPH2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbldJ07D2I/AAAAAAAAACM/94n4ApruJ8o/s1600-h/y_04deborah.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth name : Deborah Priya Henry&lt;br /&gt;Birth date : July 7, 1985&lt;br /&gt;Measurments : 32-24-35 (perfect, lol)&lt;br /&gt;Height : 5'9"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight : 52 kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye colour : Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title(s) : Miss Malaysia World 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Keira Knightley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why she's hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Its simple really. Not much to say. Just that, she’s played a queen, a pirate, a bounty hunter and a soccer player—and managed to look hot doing all of 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbsw5yEHNI/AAAAAAAAACU/UKGK5eQiuOQ/s1600-h/KK7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685936164019410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbsw5yEHNI/AAAAAAAAACU/UKGK5eQiuOQ/s320/KK7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbtb9qYbpI/AAAAAAAAACc/CI5pG2fB7kw/s1600-h/KK4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302686675939913362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbtb9qYbpI/AAAAAAAAACc/CI5pG2fB7kw/s320/KK4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth name         : Keira Christina Knightley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth date           : 26 March 1985&lt;br /&gt;Birth place          : Teddington, London, United Kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height                 : 5' 7"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major roles in     : Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy, Bend It Like Beckham, King Arthur, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Roger Federer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why he's hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: He's a Swiss professional tennis player who is currently ranked World no.2. He was the World no.1 ranked player for a record 237 consecutive weeks. He's won 13 Grand Slam singles titles (3 Australian Open, 5 Wimbledon Open, 5 US Open) currently just one shy of all-time leader Pete Sampras. He has also won 4 Tennis Masters Cup titles and 14 ATP Masters Series titles as well as winning Olympic gold in doubles. As a result of Federer's successes in the sport, he has been named the &lt;a title="Laureus World Sports Awards" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laureus_World_Sports_Awards"&gt;Laureus World Sportsman of the Year&lt;/a&gt; for four consecutive years (2005–08). Well done, Fed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbz4zjG_vI/AAAAAAAAACk/GWn3I7x1zAI/s1600-h/RF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302693768511028978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbz4zjG_vI/AAAAAAAAACk/GWn3I7x1zAI/s320/RF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZb0Eym1VeI/AAAAAAAAACs/HPxpuiz0kKU/s1600-h/RF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302693974416643554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZb0Eym1VeI/AAAAAAAAACs/HPxpuiz0kKU/s320/RF1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZb0Eym1VeI/AAAAAAAAACs/HPxpuiz0kKU/s1600-h/RF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more coming up so stay tuned. This is just quarter of them.. Too tired to do all now. Dont 4get to leave ur comments. I'll do the rest asap. Till then, ciaoz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-1809417700112276871?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/1809417700112276871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=1809417700112276871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1809417700112276871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1809417700112276871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/02/ppl-who-i-think-are-hot.html' title='Ppl Who I Think Are Hot'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SZbkIcb2-JI/AAAAAAAAACE/Rx4BUWUgxuk/s72-c/DPH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-6584175938989941766</id><published>2009-02-03T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:07:43.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;Latest Updates&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest in my life?? ngeh.. nothin much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) School sucks cos of hwork n with spm comin soon.. (only bearable cos i hv great frens)&lt;br /&gt;2) I miss KL as well as my family n frens over there..&lt;br /&gt;    P.s: Happy birthday alia... (belated) her bday was yesterday ~ 3rd Feb&lt;br /&gt;3) I've started studying finally..&lt;br /&gt;4) Me &amp;amp; Wilson r back to normal, i think? lol. we kinda fought but everythg's gud now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;     (we've been frens for too long [abt 11 yrs if tak salah saya la] to not go back to normal)&lt;br /&gt;5) I cant miss Ko-K anymore cos all got teachers who know me :(&lt;br /&gt;6) im really bored now as u can tell&lt;br /&gt;7) I miss Vaish. My best fren, my person, my everythg is not here to help me get thru school stress like she used to.. Cos she's a thousand miles away. Anyways, i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all la for now.. Ah yes and mummy &amp;amp; daddy's anniversary was 2 days ago; and Aunty Pushpa &amp;amp; Uncle Raj's (Vaish's parents) was yesterday. And if im not mistaken, Leen's parents' punya anniversary oso coming soon. 28th Feb kan, babe? So anyways happy anniversary to all of them, may they have many more yrs together, bla bla bla.. AMEN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-DJ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-6584175938989941766?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/6584175938989941766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=6584175938989941766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6584175938989941766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6584175938989941766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/02/latest-updates.html' title='&gt;&gt;Latest Updates&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-6769144859448640520</id><published>2009-01-29T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:35:15.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go..</title><content type='html'>I know its been so long since i've done this but seriously there was nothg to blog about besides school. Its been crazy. Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have sumthg to blog about. This is really about me letting go sumthg that i really cant hold on to anymore.. We both know its always been a one-sided thing, babe. I've always loved and cared abt you but i've never felt it was a mutual thing.  Despite me letting go, i'll always be here for you if and when you need me but for now, i gotta say im done with trying... Busy is not an excuse, babe. No matter how busy you are, if you really care about sum1, a text doesnt take more than a minute.. you 4got my birthday last yr. you forgot i was sitting for PMR 2 yrs ago. that dont matter much. you made me empty promises. you confused me. and thru it all, i was always a shoulder for you to cry on. maybe one day we'll find a place in each other's life again. As for this moment, i love you and im letting go. This is what i have to say to you.. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May the angels protect you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trouble neglect you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And heaven accept you when its time to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you always have plenty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The glass never empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know in your belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May your tears come from laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You find friends worth having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With every year passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They mean more than gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you win and stay humble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smile more than grumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And know when you stumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be in every beat of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you face the unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever you fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This isn't goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babe, you're never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to be honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not gonna promise that cold winds won't blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when hard times have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your fears surround you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrap my love around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be in every beat of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you face the unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever you fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This isn't goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babe, you're never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when hard times have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your fears surround you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrap my love around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt the end. its just a new beginning for both of us.. We gotta go our own way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~DJ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-6769144859448640520?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/6769144859448640520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=6769144859448640520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6769144859448640520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6769144859448640520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-go.html' title='Letting go..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-6006380486505742757</id><published>2009-01-06T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:45:09.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;That just because two people argue,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, It doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That we don't have to change friends if We understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That no matter how good a friend is,&lt;br /&gt;they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must&lt;br /&gt;forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe... That you can do something in an instant That will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That it's taking me a long time To become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That you should always leave loved ones with Loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe... That you can keep going long after you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That we are responsible for what We do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That heroes are the people who do what has to be done&lt;br /&gt;when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That my best friend and I, can do anything,&lt;br /&gt;or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That sometimes the people you expect to kick you&lt;br /&gt;When you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,  But that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had And what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, But, we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That you shouldn't be so eager to find Out a secret. It could change your life Forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...Two people can look at the exact same Thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That your life can be changed in a matter of Hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That even when you think you have no more to give, when A friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Believe...That you should send this to all of the people that you believe in, I just did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; They just make the most of everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Er... post abt my trip back to KL, tunggu je la. malas now.. when i rasa nak type, i post la k. Cos got lots to say... k till then, hasta la vista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-DJ-&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/5571477767387892449-6006380486505742757?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/6006380486505742757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=6006380486505742757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6006380486505742757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6006380486505742757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-believe.html' title='I Believe....'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-4179592974428647635</id><published>2008-12-12T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:03:56.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas spirit..</title><content type='html'>Its... 12.25am now? meaning its Saturday already... meaning that 2mrw is sunday and i'll be goin back to my home.. Happy or sad? I wish i could be just happy but im sad because i know time's gonna fly by. I probably shouldnt think about the negative side. Right? Yeah.. i should start being positive about it so I'll enjoy myself. Okay, Sooooooooooooooo.... Christmas is comin soon... I havent done much shopping.. So far only bought girfts for a few people. The rest, no time already la. So i guess we'll just have to buy them in KL. I guess i HAVE to wear a dress this year cause last year mum was really pissed at me (i didnt buy a dress, instead bought a victorian outfit which is pants and a thg on top.. blouse i guess?).. so yea, i don wanna be dead before i see my 16th christmas.. lol. Oh yea, went to da boat club earlier. There was sum christmas thg there and they had free drinks for an hour.. The club was totally filled with ppl wearing Santa hats and reindeer horns (dunno what da word for it is. forgot.).. There's another christmas party tonight at KRP... i can almost remember last yr's party. seems like just yesterday i was given Shaelina a teddy bear for christmas, there.. lol.. i miss Shaelina.  Anyways, back to KL. Cant wait for our annual PD trip either.. It'll be good to be at the beach WITH the people you love.. But in all the excitement, I still keep in mind the people i dearly love very much that arent with me anymore.I wish they were still here. To see me do well in my PMR last yr and to see me turn 16 this yr.  However, i know they're watching me from up above and i'll keep all the memories i have with them, with me forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of christmas, we recall not only the birth of our Lord and Saviour, but also we remember the ones that have gone before us and cherish the wonderful times we have with our families.. I have to say im truly blessed with a wonderful family and I thank God for it. I hope this christmas brings much joy and happiness to every1 as i know it will for me. Well, i guess thats it for now. The christmas season is the best season of the year and i hope every1 wont let it slip by with other distractions but instead spend and cherish it with the people you love most. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In loving memory of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter Stanley Alphonso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theresa Gabriel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthony Alphonso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Jacob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~May their souls rest in peace~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;DJ&lt;em&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/5571477767387892449-4179592974428647635?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/4179592974428647635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=4179592974428647635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/4179592974428647635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/4179592974428647635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas spirit..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-3665708492624549441</id><published>2008-12-05T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:37:57.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter, Sweet, &amp; Stupid</title><content type='html'>Today i did a lot of thinking. Well, not A LOT... but it was moderately much okay? There was the bitter part, the sweet part, n just 1 stupid part (that was real, not part of the thinkin, it really happened.) So i cant wait to go back to KL for christmas. I cant wait to see my family. My cuzins, especially Kish, Zoe, &amp;amp; Francine. Cant wait to see Aunty Gie, Aunty Pauline, Vaish &amp;amp; Neesh... n of course every1 else la. But im tryin my best not to look forward to it so much. Cos i know it'll fly by just as fast as it comes. Depressing, really, how time passes by so fast, isn't it? But the good news is that its 8 days n 50 minutes more to go.. I know, so much for not lookin forward to it. So lets move on, shall we? I went to an orphanage earlier today. I was so overwhelmed by the kids there. They were all so wonderful eventhough they were all sufferin from down syndrom.. There was a girl who gave me a big hug. I got so emotional and almost cried. This 1 boy named Hazim, kissed my hand before i left. hahah... that was cute. It felt really good to be there. Honestly, i was so overwhelmed that i could hardly speak. That bein said, i had just as much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Shaleen leaves for New Zealand later today.. Fancy much. hahah. ngeh.. im really gonna miss her.. i think i've become so attached to and dependant on her..? i dunno.. But im just so used to havin her around to talk abt my crap or just to talk abt crap in general. lol... She'll be away for abt 3 weeks. And i'll be in KL for just abt the same period of time. Sucks to know the next time we see each other will be in school.. Once again, depressing thought. *shrugs* Its a depressing day, dont blame me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the stupid part. I was at the dentist today. I was talkin to Dr Sim while playin with da wire from my braces. This was so not intentional. I was talkin to him abt it and my hands were so itchy to touch the damn wire. Guess what happened? My finger punya skin got stuck there n when i pulled it out, blood came out. It was so embarrassing cos Dr Sim started laughing and handed me a tissue. Haha. So that was my stupid highlight of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. I dont wanna start typin again cos it'll go into depressing mode again.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, i had fun at the orphanage, depression thinkin abt how fast time flys, embarrass-ment at the dentist and lastly, Shaleen, Im gonna miss you so much. ily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-DJ-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-3665708492624549441?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/3665708492624549441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=3665708492624549441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/3665708492624549441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/3665708492624549441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitter-sweet-stupid.html' title='Bitter, Sweet, &amp; Stupid'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-7220950145045200188</id><published>2008-12-02T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:20:49.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Twilight" zone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68VOz_fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bJb5MG308Y0/s1600-h/The+Cullens.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116977956060658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68VOz_fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bJb5MG308Y0/s320/The+Cullens.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Cullens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68QWKbtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-y0u7xGAwGk/s1600-h/TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116976644714194" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68QWKbtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-y0u7xGAwGk/s320/TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider Monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68PKs8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/xOMnCB06f8Q/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116976328208498" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68PKs8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/xOMnCB06f8Q/s320/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... OKay so I guess I over under estimated Twilight. It was not bad la. I mean, I liked the stunts and the action and stuff. Although, i must agree with those who say Edward has trouble expressing himself. He looked constipated for the most part. But then again, I also think he played the part well, in all fairness. What else.. Bella was.... i dunno what the right word is for her. Fake, at times. Any1 who doesn't freak if they knew a vampire is just plain mad. She could've freaked at least a little. U know what i mean? Edward's sister was just so pissy and PMS-ed like all the time... Issues.. The rest of them were alright, i supposed. I recognized the Jacob dude from Shark boy &amp;amp; Lava girl; and Edward's so-called mom from Grey's. Took me a while but finally struck me later... Anyways, thats that. All in all, good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-DJ- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-7220950145045200188?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/7220950145045200188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=7220950145045200188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7220950145045200188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/7220950145045200188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-zone.html' title='The &quot;Twilight&quot; zone..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/STT68VOz_fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bJb5MG308Y0/s72-c/The+Cullens.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-5162312496349175886</id><published>2008-11-28T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:10:19.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Quotes...</title><content type='html'>We start with the more professional ones :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;About life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Act in the valley so that you need not fear those who stand on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danish proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Groucho Marx (1890-1977)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minds are like parachutes. They only function when they are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir James Dewar, Scientist (1877-1925)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark Twain [Samuel Langhornne Clemens] (1835-1910)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now the unprofessional ones :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;About other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, babi! ~ Joanna Niles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygodstop...... ~ Joanna Fong Yii Ting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sepak you later! ~ Shaleen Tan Li Hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That means she dirasuh already ah? ~ Kulveer Singh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tasha.... (not a quote. jz like da way she says my name) ~ Ms Valerie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amen praise the Lord... ~ Stephanie Kisha Jacob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you la! ~ Daniel Gomes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tits rule! ~ Ros Zahirah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you go. Some of my favourite quotes. The most classic ones you'll find. haha... But honestly, my life is only complete with these people in it. And of course, the professionals who inspire me to keep livin my life in my own smart way. Thx for lovin me, to thoso who do. To those who dont, ur loss baby.. As the sayin goes, &lt;em&gt;"To each his own..". &lt;/em&gt;See, &lt;em&gt;"im really a lover, not a fighter".&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;"keep my friends close, and my enemies closer"..&lt;/em&gt;  Im &lt;em&gt;"not cocky, just confident".&lt;/em&gt; And I can just keep goin but its like past 1 am so i better wrap it up with 1 final saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Make love, not war.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-DJ-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-5162312496349175886?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/5162312496349175886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=5162312496349175886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5162312496349175886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/5162312496349175886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favourite-quotes.html' title='My Favourite Quotes...'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-1328703964594616208</id><published>2008-11-21T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:11:34.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply bored..</title><content type='html'>Im so bored, so in pain, and so nothing to do. Hmm.. OK this song is awesome. Its the very essence of my being. Lol. A bit over the top dramatic but LIVE WITH IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer conocí un cielo sin sol&lt;br /&gt;y un hombre sin suelo&lt;br /&gt;un santo en prisión y una canción triste sin dueño&lt;br /&gt;ya he ya he ya la he&lt;br /&gt;y conocí tus ojos negros&lt;br /&gt;ya he ya he ya la he&lt;br /&gt;y ahora sí que no puedo vivir sin ellos yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le pido al cielo sólo un deseo&lt;br /&gt;que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir&lt;br /&gt;he recorrido ya el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;y una cosa te vengo a decir&lt;br /&gt;viajé de bahrein hasta beirut&lt;br /&gt;fuí desde el norte hasta el polo sur&lt;br /&gt;y no encontré ojos así&lt;br /&gt;como los que tienes tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabboussamai fikarrajaii&lt;br /&gt;fi ainaiha aralhayati&lt;br /&gt;ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni&lt;br /&gt;arjouka labbi labbi nidai&lt;br /&gt;viaje de bahrein hasta beirut&lt;br /&gt;fuí desde el norte hasta el polo sur&lt;br /&gt;y no encontré ojos así&lt;br /&gt;como los que tienes tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayer vi pasar una mujer&lt;br /&gt;debajo de su camello&lt;br /&gt;un río de sal un barco&lt;br /&gt;abandonado en el desierto&lt;br /&gt;ya he ya he ya la he&lt;br /&gt;y vi pasar tus ojos negros&lt;br /&gt;ya he ya he ya la he&lt;br /&gt;y ahora sí que no&lt;br /&gt;puedo vivir sin ellos yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le pido al cielo sólo un deseo&lt;br /&gt;que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir&lt;br /&gt;he recorrido ya el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;y una cosa te vengo a decir&lt;br /&gt;viajé de bahrein hasta beirut&lt;br /&gt;fuí desde el norte hasta el polo sur&lt;br /&gt;y no encontré ojos así&lt;br /&gt;como los que tienes tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean? Find out urself la. Lol.. Kidding kidding. K here's what it means, lebih-kurang la. Er... Malas wanna type bah.. Just go see the english version of da song la hor... I know ur wonderin why i didnt just post up the english lyrics. Like i said, I'm me. Not you. =) So...... Go listen to the song if u havent already heard it. Its called Ojos Asi/Eyes Like Yours. There are only 3 ppl whom I think have beautiful eyes. 1 of them is Katrina Kaif. The other 2 are for me to know and you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-DJ-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-1328703964594616208?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/1328703964594616208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=1328703964594616208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1328703964594616208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/1328703964594616208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/11/simply-bored.html' title='Simply bored..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-2177868779895453893</id><published>2008-11-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:29:23.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace face, locked 'n' loaded =P</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day with braces... No, its not nice. Its not cool. It hurts. A lot. I simply hate it and it makes my jaw feel so tight. It hurts even more when I sneeze. How am I to stop myself from sneezing?!?! I suffer from sinus, for God's sake!!! Anyway, the bright side is, right after i got them on, i met Shaleen and Gwen at Coffee Bean and they made me feel much better by tellin me it didnt look so bad on me but rather looked normal. Were they being nice?? haha.. Nah, I trust them with my life. What colour are my braces? Well its really no suprise. Since christmas is coming, I decided to go all christmas-y. Red &amp;amp; green it is. Finally.......... 23 more days to go home. Home Sweet Home!! So for all you ppl who wanna know what I look like with braces, here's a picture. Dunno if its clear enough. If its not, TOO BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SSYcAOPdCMI/AAAAAAAAABk/ctAGVf_VY18/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270931204032235714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SSYcAOPdCMI/AAAAAAAAABk/ctAGVf_VY18/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-2177868779895453893?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/2177868779895453893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=2177868779895453893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/2177868779895453893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/2177868779895453893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/11/brace-face-locked-n-loaded-p.html' title='Brace face, locked &apos;n&apos; loaded =P'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SSYcAOPdCMI/AAAAAAAAABk/ctAGVf_VY18/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-6480310389211959848</id><published>2008-11-18T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:28:20.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead bored..</title><content type='html'>Okay so hols started  a week n a half ago. im dying of boredom. SERIOUSLY. its jz hours n hours of agony, ppl!!! And to prove how bored i am, i looked up the very definition of "Boredom"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; “an unpleasant, transient, affective state in which the individual feels a pervasive lack of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more but this part was all that mattered and made sense to me. lol.. what else.. oh yea im getting my braces on 2mrw... Dreading it but better to get it over and done with... Although i feel bored through my veins, i feel better at night cos i hv sum good company online. Aside from Kish &amp;amp; Nish... i hv my dear fren, Keela who's just as bored as i am most of the time. i think i irritate her with my crap but i love her simply cos she tolerates it and doesnt really care. She's a sweetheart. haha..  Moving on... Leen gets back later 2day. i miss her.. =( but she'll  be back!!! Yay. praise da lord! ok ppl. enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-6480310389211959848?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/6480310389211959848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=6480310389211959848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6480310389211959848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6480310389211959848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-bored.html' title='Dead bored..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-8454043814469501019</id><published>2008-10-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:39:43.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party over herrree..</title><content type='html'>Okay so i have never been to such a happening party in my life. It was Shaleen's birthday party on Saturday. Happy birthday, my love!! Hmm.. So yea, it was a blast. Had lots of fun dancing eventhough i didnt "drink". Im proud of myself *big stupid grin*. What else.. Oh yea, I got Keela to dance and she looked SOOO cute. Even Shaleen agreed with that. I kept sayin "last 1, pls. Last 1. This is my fav song" until i think she kinda figured out that i was a load of BS. lol. Gwen was an awesome dance partner. And btw, i have to thank Brian and Gwen for "saving me" if you know what i mean *wink*. Basically everything was goin great till sum1 passed out and gave us all a reason to be stressed. But i think we did a pretty good job in handling that issue. So anyway, i think everything went well and every1 had just as much fun as i did. Before i put up the pictures, Shaleen, here's a little somethg just for you. Hope you like it and oh yea, I LOVE YOU. Thank God you were born. Eventhough you can be a pain in the a** sometimes, you're still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't always show it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I know that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I'd ever need you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you'd be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen, I'm glad you're my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your happiness makes me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your pain makes me hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need me--I'm there&lt;br /&gt;to make you happy, make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaleen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you make me mad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I can't stay mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I want to get away from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes there's nothing I want more than: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to talk to you, to tell you about my day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hear about yours, to laugh with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tease you, to share an inside joke, that no one else would get,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to argue with you, but know we're just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember the time when...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Er.. There are so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ever lose the wonderful person you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay happy. Stay healthy. Stay you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never stop being your friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ever stop being mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaleen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to tell you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda love you &amp;amp; I kinda care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just er.. 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They flow and change like the waves and tides. They really have no direction. Whilst they can give to you the calmest and most peaceful experience, they can also brew the fiercest of storms sinking every man's ship that crosses their path. So if a woman is an ocean, what can a man be to give her what she wants?A man should be a shoreline and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Ok ppl, lets get real for a while shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with women. What do women want? *Tall, dark and handsome. Buys you a drink and winks and you from across the room. Sweeps you off your 7-8 sized feet. He's the one. Prince charming. You'll live happily-ever-frickkin-after..* SNAP OUT OF IT!!! Unless your livin on Planet Ape, that just doesnt exist, damn it. Do you really have to fantasize?? No. Live in reality for once and get things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it is. Women, go out, go shopping, grab a Starbucks' Caramel Frap, do whatever you want. Just remember 1 thing. There's no such thing as perfect. Stop trying that torturous diet, wearing something that you can BARELY breathe in, fumbling your chest for people to notice you. Trust me, honey, they'll notice you alright. As the "poor thg, tryin to get laid." If you're tryin to get a guy to notice you, get up off your a**, shove your playin-hard-to-get face somewhere else, and be straight forward. Oh and if you're goin for the huge handbag, ultra huge shades, 9 inch heels, shorts which are fit to be your underwear, that's just fine. Just.. try and make sure you make it work and dont look like Bobo da clown. As for me, i think its simple. Classify them. Women, i mean, of course. There are only 5 groups of women. Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Slut—It’s no secret that men are driven by what they see. The chicks that prance around in barely-there outfits and put themselves out there like walking sex billboards will definitely attract a man, but not for long. These women are the “Promiscuous” girls that Nelly Furtado sang about. They think it’s cute to get sloppy drunk and flash strangers. They feel empowered by having one-night stands and getting attention from as many men as they can. Without the shenanigans of these girls, Joe Francis of Girls Gone Wild fame would have been forced into another line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knockout—She’s beautiful, she’s confident, and she knows how to get what she wants. All eyes are on her when she walks into a room. Mucho points for a man’s ego. Other men wish they could have her and women are slightly intimidated by her (although they won’t admit it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Challenge—Men love the thrill of the hunt. They want the woman that is attractive, smart, charming … and out of their reach. The woman who doesn’t fall all over them when other women do. The woman this is nonchalant or even slightly aloof regarding the fact that this man wants her so bad. She may even be his friend, but he just can’t quite get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Submissive—These are women who will make a man feel like a man. She likes for him to take the bull by the horns in the relationship and she will cater to him no matter what. He won’t have to clean/take care of the kids/cook or do much of anything because she’s like his own personal servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One You Can Take Home to Mama—This woman is just an all-around great catch. She gets along with his friends, understands him like no other, makes him laugh, shares his interests, stimulates his mind, maybe even lets him watch a game in peace every once in a while. She’s a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what about guys/men then? Well, honestly, they're not as complicated as women. Maybe sometimes. But most of the time, they're smooth goin, playful, and basically everthing that (to a woman) is rocket science. Dont ask what they want though. Cause thats a bloody simple answer which could either be a turn off and annoy the hell outta you, or which you could just accept as a part of the male species.  So maybe prince charming doesnt exist. But these 5 types of men do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Boy—He may not have a pot to p*ss in or a window to throw it out, but, if he’s a thug or some other type of bad boy, women will want him. BAD. They’ll wanna fight other women for him. They’ll wanna be his baby mama. They’ll wanna be the one that he settles for. Guess what? This dude’s not gonna settle! He loves the attention and he’ll play a woman as long as she lets him. And if you leave him? So what. There’s another woman waiting around the corner to take your place. Turns out he’s been seeing her on the side anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brainiac—Women are turned on by a certain part of a man where the bigger, the better. I’m talking about his brain, of course! Women love a man who can challenge their intellect and enlighten them on a few subjects, whether it be politics, mechanical engineering, or whatever subject matter their lacking knowledge in. It’s sexy when a man can hold a stimulating conversation and actually look you in the eye. It doesn’t hurt when he can answer a few questions while playing Trivial Pursuit, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Charmer—Charisma is extremely important. Nobody wants to end up with someone who will bore them out of their skull. It’s important to women that their man is appreciated by their friends and loved ones. He should have the wit and charm to hold folks in awe for hours on end. They want to hear them say “What a great guy! I like him. When is he coming around again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knight in Shining Armor—Let’s face it, women don’t like wimps. They want a man to protect them from danger, defend their honor, and carry heavy groceries (not necessarily in that order). They want a strong man in their corner. Not that they'll test him, but they basically want him to be able to kick someone’s butt if it comes down to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Man— i told you. nothing and noone is perfect. doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats that. This is not about "battle of the sexes". Just a simple article from reality experiences.&lt;br /&gt;In the words of India Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont be offended,&lt;br /&gt;this is all my opinion, ain't nothin that im sayin law.&lt;br /&gt;This is a true confession of a life learned lesson&lt;br /&gt;i was sent here to share with ya'll"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, women, be happy with your lives. If you think you have problems, think again. There are ppl in the world who dont know what snow looks like, or what Chris Brown &amp;amp; Rihanna sound like. Count and thank your stars.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed. Cheerz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-6725874745706347484?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/6725874745706347484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=6725874745706347484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6725874745706347484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/6725874745706347484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/10/women-men-and-life-lessons.html' title='Women, Men, and Life Lessons'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-8364148677958646332</id><published>2008-10-08T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:53:38.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st photos uploaded..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SOytEIzb2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_qeAAS8EryU/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254765151828826498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SOytEIzb2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_qeAAS8EryU/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SOytE70xolI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NV5kNnXMtcE/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254765165524656722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SOytE70xolI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NV5kNnXMtcE/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frens... What more can i say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5571477767387892449-8364148677958646332?l=forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/feeds/8364148677958646332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571477767387892449&amp;postID=8364148677958646332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/8364148677958646332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571477767387892449/posts/default/8364148677958646332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forever-doesnt-end-today.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-photos-uploaded.html' title='1st photos uploaded..'/><author><name>forever-doesnt-end-today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951062938497936427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/Sum66RFgajI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z2YlPpsXeo4/S220/DSC04775.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkWz2_y9GKQ/SOytEIzb2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_qeAAS8EryU/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571477767387892449.post-2581111037045405996</id><published>2008-10-08T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:45:17.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie...</title><content type='html'>OK, so today is da birth of a new blog..&lt;br /&gt;yup.. i jz created dis blog a few seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;as embarrassing as it is, i needed help to do so.&lt;br /&gt;so i would like to thank my dear friend,&lt;strong&gt;JOJO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for helping me. love u =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. School today was boring.. I could've died&lt;br /&gt;during assembly as it was a FURNACE!! Den, der was a b***hy&lt;br /&gt;teacher who sat in for Ms Mazura during chemis. i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to bang her head against da wall.. Add maths... huh.. no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Other subjects, just ur normal average everyday kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;To conclude my day at school, it was rather.. unproductive. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Shaleen was all depressed again. I feel kinda worried for her&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt wanna talk about it. So dat's dat. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, i... 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