<?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-3118478892536720796</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:39:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Eyes Of One</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renaissance Publishing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uem6gFPcqps/SFiG-cXjIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/ent7LMCf8nw/S220/renaissancelogo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-9071050309118589106</id><published>2011-06-17T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:46:44.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plan - This Song Saved My Life [FULL STUDIO VERSION + LYRICS]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZMUzW3ZSOdw?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HOLY@(!#)(@!*#)!*@#  You have to hear this song. 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/TIoeYuR9PHI/AAAAAAAAGjI/hyZRV62hx-w/s1600/remember-me-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/TIoeYuR9PHI/AAAAAAAAGjI/hyZRV62hx-w/s320/remember-me-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254103757634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Movie Review for 'Remember Me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last  night, I watched the movie "Remember Me". At that point, I had no idea  what what the movie was about. All I knew was that Mr Vampire dude was  acting in it. I liked Robert Pattinson in Harry Potter, he was quite  good in Twlight, a little annoying in New Moon. So yeah, he wasn't the  best of actors when portrayed as a vampire. However, my paradigm changed  when I saw this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Firstly,  the movie was written well. So hurray to the writers! The acting was  pretty good too. The movie reminded me of 'A walk to remember' because  the rhythm of the movie was quite slow paced. It wasn't exciting like a  thriller movie or whatsoever. The movie brought tears to my eyes several  times. You will be able to sympathise with the characters and it was  really amazing to see each of the main characters develop and mature as  the movie progresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The  female lead's character was admirable. More movies like this should be  made. Well that's about it. Time to watch another movie :-D&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/3118478892536720796-7258472321477347022?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/7258472321477347022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-review-for-remember-me-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/7258472321477347022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/7258472321477347022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-review-for-remember-me-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/TIoeYuR9PHI/AAAAAAAAGjI/hyZRV62hx-w/s72-c/remember-me-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-379979627920555548</id><published>2010-09-10T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:01:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Flavia's Vlog 2. 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/SlXXWNFieNI/AAAAAAAAFhE/e4Gukr1I4AY/s320/Andy012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424108297058514" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I CLOSE MY EYES AND START TO BREATHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I HEAR THE BIRLDS OF MELLOW MELODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I FEEL THE SUN BENEATH MY SKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OH WHAT THE PAIN, THIS WORLD HAS TO BRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I OPEN MY EYES AND START TO SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;THIS TREE I ASK, TO NEVER LEAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;GUIDE ME, CONSOLE ME AND NEVER CEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;DEAR GOD OF WISDOM, RELEASE ME PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I SEE THE WORLD FROM THIS OAK TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;GOD'S GIFT OF NATURE, IS WHAT I PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HIS VINE AND BRANCHES OF STORMY SEAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OH WHAT LOVE HE HAS, BRINGS FAITH IN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I CLOSE MY EYES AND START TO BREATHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I FEEL THE BREEZE WITHIN THIS TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;REFORM OF WHAT'S LEFT OF ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;THIS I ASK, DEAR GOD, MY TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrea Flavia William&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hi everyone. I wrote this poem whilst at a retreat with Ephrem Music Ministry(Church Of St.Michael's). We had to do an activity at the botanic gardens. And we could choose any form of expression. I turned to literature. This type of writing isnt my usual style but it spoke to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-6721897866244503402?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/6721897866244503402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-close-my-eyes-and-start-to-breathe-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/6721897866244503402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/6721897866244503402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-close-my-eyes-and-start-to-breathe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/SlXXWNFieNI/AAAAAAAAFhE/e4Gukr1I4AY/s72-c/Andy012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-1529144730191085564</id><published>2009-05-11T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:42:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SHOULD MUSIC AND POLITICS MIX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Music is a platform for anyone out there to express themselves, express their feelings and thoughts, with words, rhythm and sound. Many people out there appreciate music because it has something new to bring to the table, it connects with our emotions and it connects people from different backgrounds together. In other words, it can bring the world together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Politics is something that people face with everyday, whether we realize it or not. We have different forms of politics. For example, politics within the government, politics with countries, even politics in work, school and play. The term politics is defined as the process by which groups of people make decisions. The term is generally applied to behavior within civil governments, but politics has been observed in all human group interactions, including corporate, academic, and religious institutions. It consists of "social relations involving authority or power" and refers to the regulation of a political unit, and to the methods and tactics used to formulate and apply policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So then the question is, should music and politics be mixed? Before looking at this closely, we have to ask ourselves. Why has this issue been brought up in the first place? As we look in the past, music had a huge impact on politics. Look at America's racial history, the war on terror and even mere elections. Artiste has the power to influence people the right way, or even the wrong way. In our current society, if an artiste has music that influences people in such a "horrible and terrifying manner", governments do step in to either censor or ban, depending on each country's morals and beliefs. Till now, we have not seen any major musician or singer singing a song to criticize the "Bush Administration" or even their governments because of what the consequences implicate. They themselves are subjecting themselves to international outcry from people all over the world, or better yet, they will probably lose their fan base, which is at a huge disadvantage to them. We can then say bye bye to their faces in the current music industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With this in mind, does it seem logical to mix music with politics? Artiste have a responsibility to be true to their music and true to what they believe in. If music lets them express their views on certain issues, is it wrong for them to mix them both? If that's the case, a writer should be denied the right to express himself about current politics in his books. A public speaker should not be allowed to speak any bit of politics. In the end, everyone is basically being stripped of their basic right to voice out what they believe. As a debater myself, we debate about politics, because it affects us too. (Despite being a 17 year old). It let’s me voice out what I feel and believe. This shows us that politics is not only for "high and mighty people with authority". If they have the right to speak up, its about time that normal people speak out too, in this case, musicians, be allowed to speak up and be heard. Politics can be both negative and positive, so if a responsible musician wants to influence and help for a good cause, he should mix it. We have many musicians and celebrities who have become politicians and have made a difference to the world. If they have been successful, why is this issue of politics and music being brought up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;With the awareness of both the negative consequences advantages of mixing politics with music, it’s ultimately up to the individual musician to decide whether they want to do it or not. Even writers get slammed for writing something political based in their articles. Journalists are one example. So if they can handle the criticism, so can musicians. After all, both are human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In conclusion, I strongly think that people who are able to mix music with politics in a mature manner should be indeed respected for his talents and capability of speaking up in a creative manner. For all you know, that one song can strongly represent what the layman feels about current policies. Through that, it gives a chance for change for the better. If that is what our world is working towards, we should definitely mix politics with music, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ANDREA FLAVIA WILLIAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-1529144730191085564?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VU_rTX23V7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VU_rTX23V7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That the bright and morning star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For my ever wandering heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would look on me with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And watch me rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And calm the storm in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-4490258806168338570</id><published>2009-05-02T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:58:15.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(165, 199, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happiness Becomes Misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Are you truly happy at where you are, where you wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A sense of goal, guiding as a map of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;People around, who barely stay to say hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A choice between a pretentious act and a broken heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you stay glued to a fantasy land, where illusions knows a happy ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can we define reality in this world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or predict the future that lays ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What happens when you suddenly stop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Will you find yourself awaken from this coma or will you vanish from this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You cease to exist because you extinct instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your kind of thinking is forbidden in this world today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The what do you do? stand up for yourself or go with the flow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cause you will be executed if your conscience is clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When the years pass, will you regret the life that you lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A life which lost it's soul. A dead-less corpse mingling amidst the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How long more will it take till you say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Andrea Flavia William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-4490258806168338570?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/4490258806168338570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-becomes-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/4490258806168338570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/4490258806168338570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-becomes-misery.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-521434131811780190</id><published>2009-04-24T15:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:48:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2kxkdIjWjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2kxkdIjWjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey guys, Meet Alex Pavia, an awesome independent musician from the states.I just heard his latest song titled 'South On The Freeway'. Its an amazing song.Something that made me stop what i was doing to listen to the song. The dynamics are awesome.The melody speaks, the lyrics takes your heart away. Musicians like this need to be discovered. The emotions that gifted and talented people can bring to you, its something not everyone has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-521434131811780190?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/521434131811780190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/521434131811780190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/521434131811780190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-4851187474386343772</id><published>2009-04-21T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:19:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I MISS YOU-CLICKIES MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJL_KIZS2F8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJL_KIZS2F8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clickies Music was started sometime last year, when a group of girls came together to do music and goof around. Music is never good if you don't enjoy what you play. So my best friends and i came together and started doing original songs, covers and plainly, making fool of ourselves. This is one of the first songs that we did together. It's titled i miss you and i want you guys to take a look at it and tell me what you think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;We have not done a song in a really long time as our O levels are nearing and its really due to the lack of time. However, once the nationals examinations are completed, we will have all the time in the world to do songs and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-4851187474386343772?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/4851187474386343772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you-clickies-music-clickies_21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/4851187474386343772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/4851187474386343772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you-clickies-music-clickies_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-251185658547995518</id><published>2009-01-04T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:01:03.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patient Child.&lt;br /&gt;Written By Andrea Flavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When her heart tells her, her mind cannot conceive, it can't possibly accept the emotions within. What should she do then she asks herself? She does what she is taught in school. She prays everyday for visible guidance to cloud the soft heart she possess. She pretends not to care, not to notice every single detail in sight, but her mind is powerful. It focuses her heart on small micro details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything suddenly becomes macroscopic because of this. She feels frightened of the different outcomes she imagines in her head. There's nothing she can do,nothing to pull her out of her heart. She goes back to praying,believing in faith. Will they be as one,she prays? Will they have a change of heart? What will happen then. Crazy thoughts appear vividly in her mind, dreams that manifests into pure reality right before her eyes. It all seems so real. Her human senses becomes very alive, the sense of sight...the sense of feeling...the sense of sight...smell and taste. Is it wrong to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feel this way? she debates this with herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition team wins the case. It is indeed normal to feel this way,the feeling of Love. She then prays to God to speed up the process, speed up the waiting time so they can finally be. She knows its his mighty plan, she has a pinch of confidence. Till then, she waits day by day..hoping and praying what she dreams everyday will finally be....that patient child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is a little something i wrote within &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;five minutes.&lt;/span&gt; Tell me what you think,are you able to interpret what the main character is going through? Do you understand the emotions and struggle she is going through. i would love to see what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-251185658547995518?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/251185658547995518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/01/patient-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/251185658547995518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/251185658547995518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2009/01/patient-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-7368523609266572463</id><published>2008-12-06T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:25:08.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SUMMER LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;That Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SCENE ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nick was the one who was usually on time for everything, gigs, radio shows and TV interviews. He just hated being late, he knew it would never give a good impression, especially to the Ocean Beach Resort management. He adjusted his new wig that they had gotten as part of their genius disguise. He was not in favor for his new look as it made him look clown like, but he knew he could live with it. He took one last look in the mirror and dashed down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Come on guys, we're gonna be late for the interview if you don’t hurry up!” Nick shouted from downstairs. Kevin and Joe always took such a long time to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Hold your horses Nick, we will be down in a minute” Joe replied, shouting from his room. Joe and Kevin were still in their room getting ready; trying to get used to their new looks. Joe walked up to his humongous mirror and posed in front of it, like the way a model does, tilting his head to the side with his right hand resting on his hip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“So, how do I look Kev??” Joe asked eagerly. His clothes were his confidence and pride; he always needed to know whether he looked good before leaving his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Gay like?” Kevin replied trying to hide his laughter and poke fun at Joe at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“You know something, you are a lot meaner that people think you are, Mr. not so nice guy!” Joe replied as he continued standing in front of the mirror, trying out different poses and angles to see that he looked fine. He readjusted his wig one more time and turned to his brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“It’s just really fun to annoy the shit out of you at times” Kevin smirked as he walked over to Joe and started to imitate his model poses but with lots more elaboration. Kevin was always elaborated with words, with movement, with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Uh huh….” Joe was deep in thought, dreaming about meeting the perfect girl. “You really think we can meet our summer affection thingy this summer?” He asked his older brother. Joe really wanted to meet the perfect girl that he had been searching for so long, someone who would look past his stardom and flaws, and love him for who he really was, not the rock star he thought he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“ Summer affection thingy? Its summer love you idiot, and I think we can meet that girl if we really want to.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nick got even more impatient. He felt that his brothers were really vain at times, especially when they were trying to dress to impress. He looked at his watch and saw that they only had 20 minutes left to get to their interview on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Get your butts down here or I’m leaving without you” Nick shouted, sounding annoyed for waiting for so long. He really wanted to get the job and he wasn’t going to let his vain brothers ruin their own plans for an awesome summer job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Joe and Kevin heard Nick and laughed to themselves. They loved it when Nick got impatient, it was entertaining to witness, and they just continued touching their wigs and adjusting their clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Let him go there by himself! He doesn’t even know how to get there! I’m supposed to be driving us there!” Kevin exclaimed loudly enough for Nick to hear. Nick took out his new iPhone and checked the time again and again anxiously not wanting to be late for the interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kevin continued shouting to annoy his younger brother, “It’s amazing Nick, a beach resort with a theme park with hot girls all over, I'm sure you will find a young girl, just hope your wig doesn't fall off, ha-ha, man we really are in for an adventure!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As Kevin said this, Nick lost his cool and stomped up to his brother’s room and exclaimed, “ You pretty boys are pretty enough. LET’S GO NOW!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SCENE TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jamie was in Ashlee’s house dressing up for the interview. She could not decide what to wear, as she was really excited about the interview. It would be her first cool summer job if she got it. She usually got Ashlee’s opinion on her clothes, especially in a girl crisis just like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I can’t decide what to wear, Ash! For an interview, the first impression really counts and this decides if you get the job or not!” Jamie exclaimed, feeling so excited that she thought she was going to burst. She was pacing in front of Ashlee, thinking out possible clothes combinations that would create a good impression, but also add a fashion statement to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ashlee on the other hand was lying on her bed reading the latest edition of Clickies Magazine as usual. She was feeling very relaxed and lazed out. She looked up at Jamie and smiled at her. ‘Jamie usually gets overworked with small things like this’ She thought while trying to think of possible clothes for her best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Wear that red one. It has the ‘hot’ look with attitude written all over it” Ashlee said, proud of the new blouse that she had brought from the coolest clothing line, level 27. Ashlee was into clothes, which screamed out her personality, bold and out-going. Her style always told everyone that she was a rocker. She was into the whole pink and black thing, something like Avril Lavgine. As for Jamie, well she liked those clothes too, but preferred to stick to plain coloured shirts and mini skirts. Fashionable too, but a little more reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jamie looked at the blouse that Ashlee had just handed her and gave her best friend a blank look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Um, Ash, this has your name written all over it. You better wear it, I’ll wear this white one instead”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If Jamie was to wear what Ashlee picked out for her, she would be named Miss. sexy devil 08 or something. Ashlee looked at her top and sighed. 'Oh well!' She thought to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Hmm...You’re right. I’ll wear it then.” She stripped in front of Jamie and changed to her top. Jamie just watched as she was used to Ashlee’s ‘out going-ness’ She caught a glimpse of Ashlee’s star tattoo and smiled to herself. Both girls got the same tattoo design a few years back when they had just started high school. Ashlee wanted to get one so badly and she talked Jamie into getting one too; at their right hip. Jamie finally gave in, as that tattoo was a reminder of their friendship that they had for so long. It was a symbol. Jamie could be wild if she wanted to; it was a matter of choice. Her wild side usually came out occasionally, usually triggered off by Ashlee. It was a best friend thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I still can’t believe that we got that tattoo when we were freshmen in high school! It was crazy” Jamie said as she traced the lines of her tattoo with her fingers. As she ran her fingers along the edges of the star, she remembered all the time that she and Ashlee had spent together. They went through thick and thin and nothing could come between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee was styling her hair when she answered Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I know. We really had those crazy times. I miss doing crazy things with you! We used to be complete idiots back then, well wait, we still are!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Sometimes, I just don’t understand how wild and crazy you can get!” Jamie laughed as she sat on Ashlee’s bed and grabbed Ashlee’s copy of Clickies Magazine to read the music review section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Hey, I’m not that wild alright! I’m still a virgin and still saint-ish! I just like having fun and you know that!” Ashlee said in a defensive but goofy tone as she turned to Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“You have no idea my dear” Jamie laughed as she answered. “Come on, let’s go! Interview time, here we come!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SCENE THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ashlee and Jamie arrived at the interview venue just on time. The main office was amazing with beautiful paintings all over and a positive energy surrounding it. The smell of the office had a sweet and refreshing aroma and both girls fell in love with the place instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Wow. This place is amazing!” Ashlee marvelled as she walked towards the holding room before the interview. “ I can’t wait to see the theme parks and the rest of the resort. I’m already in love with this place!” she got excited thinking about how she was going to be spending her summer working at an amazing place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Yeah I know…. Magnificent! Well Ash, you ready?” Jamie asked, she hadn’t thought much about what she was going to say but she kind of knew that they could get through the interview. That was her gift, faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“As long as there are hot guys around, I am all set!” Ashlee began looking around for any guys as they walked aimlessly throughout the office building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Oh! There’s one over there!” Jamie said pointing behind Ashlee excitedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“What? Where? How do I look? How does he look? It’s my hair looking good? Should I turn now! Tell me!” Ashlee’s heart was racing at the thought of meeting a hot guy at their interview, or perhaps the guy who was going to interview them was a hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“He’s right behind you Ash!” she whispered into her best friend’s ear, trying not to look suspicious. Ashlee turned and saw an old man standing right in front of her. He gave the girls a toothless grin as he stood in front of them. Ashlee gasped, as the toothless man was an inch away from her. A horrified look crossed Ashlee's face and Jamie began to crack up with laughter as she saw the look on her friend’s face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hello there ladies, I’m Mr. Henry. You must be Jamie and Ashlee. I suppose you are here for the job interview.” He flashed smile at the two girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Jamie tried concealing her laughter while talking to Mr. Henry while Ashlee on the other hand glared murderously towards Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir we are. Do we wait here?” Ashlee asked as politely as she could, trying to hide her embarrassment even though it was evident that her face was turning a darker shade of pink as the seconds ticked by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Yes, you girls just wait here for bit. We are expecting three other guys and they seem to be a little late. Once they are here, I will send you all in for the interview.” He said with another wide smile, and goose bumps rose on Ashlee's skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Thank you” Jamie responded with a grin as Ashlee’s 'heartthrob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;walked out of the room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Once the man left the room and it was safe for Ashlee to kill her best friend, she turned on Jamie and exclaimed, “I’m so gonna kill you for that Jamie! That was mean!" With her last word, Ashlee crossed her arms over her chest in a stubborn gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Ha-ha I know! You shouldn’t be too desperate or your true love will never find you!” Jamie said this while trying to dance and accidentally bumped into a young guy who had just entered the room. She almost hit herself hard on the floor when the stranger caught her in a swift, almost graceful, motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry” Jamie gasped as she stared at the guy who had just caught her like a hero. He had the most incredible brown eyes she had ever seen, and then Jamie found herself lost in his deep gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Wow, you are beautiful,” the guy whisperes in her ear as he pulled her to her feet. He had actually heard the conversation between Ashlee and Jamie earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Huh? Oh thank you. Sorry again” Jamie was blushing and she felt a new wave of excitement sweep through her, just like a strong gust of wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ashlee was watching what had just happened and she now tried to control her laughter as she had just witnessed a majorly embarrassing moment for her best friend. Jamie quickly sat next to Ashlee with a lovesick expression spread across her whole face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Talk about desperateness” Ashlee giggled as she looked at the mysterious guy who had just walked past the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The stranger sat behind the two girls and took out his I-Pod to listen to some music. 'Cool' Jamie thought to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He smiled at Jamie and her heart pounded. She was absolutely attracted to this stranger but she did not even know his name to begin with. She was too afraid to tell Ashlee, after the whole embarrassing situation. She tried to pluck up the courage to start a casual conversation with him but it didn’t work. ‘Damn it,’ she thought to herself. ‘Ashlee is good with talking to people, I can’t even say hi to a guy and ask him his name!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hmm…you should have seen your look on your face when he told you that you were beautiful!” Ashlee whispered in case the stranger was eavesdropping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hush…don’t let him hear what you said!” Jamie whispered back as even though Ashlee tried to whisper, she was a loud person naturally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;At that point, two other guys entered like they owned the room. They walked with confidence evident in their stride. The taller one was wearing a long-sleeved office shirt which was dazzlingly white, and he had a black vest over that. He was wearing black skinny jeans and dress shoes. His hair was somehow out of place as it was a light brown and messy. He was also wearing shades that were too large for his face. The shorter one was wearing a checkered long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. He had a red scarf tucked in the neck of his shirt and he was wearing black skinny jeans with dress pants too. The other guy, who had entered earlier and was now listening to his I-Pod, was wearing a red and black stripped t-shirt with black skinny jeans too; the only difference was that he was wearing classic black converse sneakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ashlee was sitting in a relaxed position and she was reading the edition of Clickies Magazine, the same edition that contained the article that was the downfall of the Jonas brother’s reputation. The taller guy glanced down at the magazine and tried to look at what the girl was reading, and whether she was reading the article on the Jonas Brothers. He was so caught up in peering at the magazine that he didn’t notice the girl’s feet splayed in front of him and his foot hit hers and he fell over, flat on his face, right in front of Ashlee. He got up quickly and dusted himself off as Ashlee looked up at him innocently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Whoa... Look where you are sticking your leg out kid!” He exclaimed and rolled his eyes at Ashlee. The shorter guy who was with him sat down next Jamie’s&lt;br /&gt;latest eye candy. Both guys seemed to know each other as they were talking in a friendly manner. They stopped to look at the commotion that had taken place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now Ashlee was pissed with the guy who had just tripped in front of her. He shouldn’t have insulted her. She wasn’t worth messing with, especially when she didn’t initiate things. She turned around to face her opponent and spoke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Excuse me; first of all, I’m nineteen years old. So who you calling a kid. Second of all, watch where you are going you clumsy imp, I didn’t do anything!” she almost shouted at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He just stared at her wanting to shoot back with insulting words but finds himself speechless. Left defeated, he walked to where his other two brothers were sitting and sat next to them quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hey Joe, a girl has finally made you shut up!” exclaimed Kevin, laughing at Joe’s embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Shut up man!” replied Joe. “We’d better start using our fake names now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Err…okay. Shane. Wait, don’t you think they would recognise our names from Camp Rock?” Kevin said awkwardly. The brothers decided to use their screen name from “Camp Rock” as they were used to the names and characters. They were comfortable with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“They’re reading Clickies Magazine, do you think they are big fans of us? Let alone watch our movie in the first place?” Joe asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He stared at Ashlee and thought to himself, ‘she seems to have a way with words. Damn, Kevin is right; she’s the first girl to shut me up. I hate her already.... but damn, she’s hot. Wonder what her name is!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Jamie on the other hand tried to calm Ashlee down. Ashlee hated it whenever someone insulted her. She had always been defensive and never let her guard down. She also had an ego that could be bruised easily, somehow comparable to Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Chill Ash, we are going in for our interview soon. Can we not have a burst of anger with strangers?” Jamie said softly to Ashlee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ashlee turned behind and saw Joe looking at her.&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"He’s staring at me, Damn, what’s his problem anyway? I feel like giving him a punch!”&lt;/span&gt; Ashlee’s fists were clenched and she as she stared back at Joe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hmm… What’s your problem? Ha-ha” Jamie laughed at her own joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“I swear, that bloody loser,” Ashlee mumbled to herself as she calmed down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A few seconds later, Joe’s cell phone rang as he received a message and the tune of ‘Burnin’ Up’ by the Jonas brothers played from his phone. Ashlee and Jamie heard it and wanted to laugh so badly but kept quiet instead. Then trying to get Joe’s attention, Ashlee said loudly, “eww, he likes the Jonas brothers? You have got to be kidding me Jamie!!” Joe obviously heard this and walked up to Ashlee and Jamie and introduced himself as Shane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“May I ask, what is the matter with having a ring tone from the Jonas brothers? I see no crime in it.” Joe said in an irritated but polite tone as he took off his shades and looked at the two girls, especially keeping eye contact with Ashlee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hmmm…. its gay, that’s all. I’m Ashlee by the way.” She said coolly and smiled with evilness in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Joe’s heart skipped. ‘Her name is Ashlee, Whoa love her name. Wait, I’m supposed to hate her, that insulting idiot!’ he thought to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Excuse me?” Joe asked Ashlee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Well you can be excused” Ashlee said trying her best to annoy this guy named Shane. She had to admit, he was kinda hot except for his ugly pot of place hair. It lacks style. It almost looked like a wig to her, but she decided to keep her comments to herself this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Joe was out raged but tried to keep his cool, as he was rather attracted to this girl. Joe had to protect the Jonas brothers, therefore he said,” well, I like the Jonas brothers. They have done a lot for the music industry for their age.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ashlee stares at him with the blank look and says, “Right…you must be gay too, don’t worry, I have many gay friends!” and walks into the interview room, pulling Jamie along. Joe sat next to his brothers and sighed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“What was all that about?’ exclaimed Nick who had finally decided to put away his I-Pod wanting to start his daily mission to annoy Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“That girl hates the Jonas brothers!” Joe exclaimed loudly. He had never really experienced someone saying that they disliked their band and he didn’t know how to deal with the situation, what’s worse, they’re going to be working in the same place for the whole summer. He was clearly attracted to her, damn, it was complicated for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Well she doesn’t know we are the Jonas brother so it’s alright.” Kevin said smiling. He didn’t seem to be bothered by Ashlee’s dislike for the band. Yet again, Kevin wasn’t really bothered much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Yeah, why you getting all worked up for. She’s just some girl.” Nick said as they stood up to go into the interview room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Joe thought to himself, ‘cause she’s hot???’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Ermm... I dunno...” Joe said trying to sound casual as he got off the chair and walked towards the room with his brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The interview went pretty well for five of them. Jamie spoke about how she likes to work with people as she enjoys communication, while Ashlee spoke about how she had worked at other places before and how working at Ocean Beach Resort was going to be an enriching experience for her. The boys all spoke about how they wanted to gain experience in the working world and progress from there. The interviewer, who turned out to be toothless Mr. Henry, was please with all five of them and told them to wait for a call that would inform each of them of their first day on the job and where they would be assigned to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After all left the room, Ashlee walked up to Joe and said, “I hope I don’t see your sickening face here again!” Ashlee said it in such a sweet voice that it made Joe’s heart skip softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Me too.” Joe mumbled under his breath. Deep inside, he wanted to see her again badly, but not necessarily talk to her ash her mouth was like a snake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Shut up Joe. Be nice” Kevin said as he nudged Joe in his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“He has been acting all weird the whole day, I wonder why!” nick whispered into Kevin’s ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“I just wanna go home now” Joe mumbled to his brothers and he shuffled towards the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Hey Ash, let’s get out of here.” Jamie told Ashlee as they walked past the boys. As Jamie passed nick, she smiled shyly at him and hoped to see him again and maybe work with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Coming Jamie” Ashlee called behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“So this beautiful girl’s name is Jamie” Nick thought to himself and smiled at Jamie shyly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SCENE FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The boys went straight home after the interview to chill and have some fun with each other. They began playing ‘Halo 3’ on their Xbox, when they finally decided to take a break, Kevin finally asked Joe about his weird behavior at the resort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“So…what was up with you and that girl named Ashlee?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“He is so obviously all over her!” Nick said, butting into the conversation. All three of them always shared secrets so Joe didn’t mind Nick listening in and butting in at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“Oh shut up the two of you,” Joe said irritably. He wondered to himself ‘Was it really that obvious? I do want to see her again.’ and he turned and walked to the kitchen to make himself his favorite strawberry smoothie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“I wonder if Ashlee likes strawberry smoothies”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCENE FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashlee and Jamie went for lunch at Sentosa before heading home as they had time to kill. When they finally got their table and ordered their food, Ashlee spoke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Ahh…That bloody gay Jonas brothers fan! He is really annoying you know!” Ashlee said loudly, even though she was generating stares form the people who were sitting near their table. She found it usual, so she ignored it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jamie wasn’t really listening to Ashlee complain, she was instead in her fantasy dreaming of that mysterious guy with the light brown eyes. ‘I wonder what his name is….’ Jamie thought to herself as she looked out the window of the restaurant absent-mindedly. ‘Does he know my name? I do hope so’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Woman are you listening to me?” Ashlee poked Jamie as she kind of realized that she had been talking to a blank wall. After Jamie turned to her, Ashlee began talking about how that Shane guy was annoying, again and again. It never stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Alright already! Do you like him or something? You keep talking about him and you always pick fights with people you like” Jamie said as she recalled how Ashlee always got into heated debated with guys and ended up dating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Remember that guy whom you were all over in sixth grade? You fought with him non stop but turned out that you actually liked him…A LOT” Jamie said laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“ Well I don’t like this Shane guy or whatever his name is, he is just so full of himself!” Ashlee said defending herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Kind of reminds me of you ash! No wonder you get along with him so well” Jamie giggled with sarcasm in her normally innocent voice as he played with her pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“I hope I don’t see his face again, ill tear it in pieces.” Ashlee said as she violently stabbed her piece of chicken and shoved it into her mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Whoa, no violence girl, I do hope we get the job” Jamie said calmly ‘and I also hope I get to see him again’ Jamie said in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am sitting in front of our swimming pool trying to get my thoughts written into words. Today has indeed been a crazy day but overall, I liked it pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nick, Kevin and I are trying to put our lives back on track after everything. I know that nick and I aren’t doing much help by fighting every time, but I am really trying my best to make things work. I have to admit; I don’t really know what I would do without him or Kevin in my life. And now,..i miss little Frankie. I can’t wait to see that fellow. It weird but looking at him really makes me happy at times. If only things were back to normal. God, I really ask you to help us get through this difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well I would like to write about what happened today. So Kev, Nick and I went for the summer job interview that Kevin had managed to set up for us. The interview went well and I hope that all three of us get the job! Ocean Beach resort is a simply beautiful place. It is really hard to describe its beauty with just mere words. I know that it would be really fun to work in such an amazing place. Talking about it makes me feel excited already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well something that happened today really left me..Puzzled…if that is the word to even describe it in the first place. Nick was rushing as usual and went to the holding room first to catch a breath. Kev and I took our time to go there. When we entered the holding room, I saw this really attractive looking girl. She was wearing this classy contemporary top with black skinnies. Her hair was dark brown and her hairstyle did describe her personality. Wild and rock-ish. She was honestly the most amazing girl I had ever seen until I saw what she was reading! She was reading this month’s copy of Clickies Magazine! That evil magazine that caused our life to be falling. Plus, I saw her reading “THAT” article of us, the Jonas brothers. She was grinning at the page and that really made my blood boil! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Being clumsy as usual, I accidentally tripped over her leg, which was in the way and fell right in front of her. You have no idea how embarrassed I felt. It seemed worse that the American Music Awards. That seemed nothing compared to this. Things just went really bad between us. Damn, I hate her so much but at the same time, I just don’t understand but I feel something around her. Well, maybe it’s due to my raging hormones. That’s normal right. But wait, im not longer a kid, im not nick’s age! I really thought it was love at first sight until the huge major turn off! Besides, I bet that she really hates me as she did make it quite clear. But seriously…I do want to see this pretty girl again…. Oh by the way, that girl’s name is Ashlee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Joe Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-7368523609266572463?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/7368523609266572463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-2-that-girl-scene-one-nick-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/7368523609266572463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/7368523609266572463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-2-that-girl-scene-one-nick-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-3160726760990336193</id><published>2008-12-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:02:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUMMER LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;From Fame to Shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Extract from an article in Clickies Magazine, a famous rock magazine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;‘Jonas Brothers, A Rip-Off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me, everything’s alright…” JoBros? It ain’t alright when you rip off lyrics and make it your own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was just recently discovered that the famous American brother’s band, the Jonas Brothers, had ripped off the lyrics from Clickies Magazine’s very own underground band, Caracal, for their number one smash hit “When You Look Me In The Eyes”. Caracal and Clickies Magazine has charged the brothers for using their lyrics without our permission and we believe that they are “a untalented bunch of losers”. They have lost the case and we are happy to announce that they owe us a pretty large sum of money. With that, email to us what you want us to do with that money. Hold a gig at velvet underground or even at Ministry of sound, you name it, and we will do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now we decided to interview the Jonas Brothers and confront them as to why they decided to be rip off’s. It’s sickening to announce that they still deny the charge completely. What such losers! Their first ever single “Year 3000” was taken from Popular British Boy Band “Busted” back then. Busted should have done something about it but sadly, they decided to let them go as they felt that the Jonas brothers were just babies in the music industry. They were new. Now it is simply going just too far and we have decided to put an end to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On a lighter note, we are please to announce that Joe Jonas has been found to be doing drugs. “THAT’S THE WAY MY BOYS! YOU ARE FINALLY TRUNING INTO MEN FROM STINKING OLD BABIES!” Something interesting for the media.hmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With all that has been happening with the brothers, we believe that they will break up in time to come. During our “interview” with them, they were arguing amongst themselves from start to finish and boy was that fun to see! It brought tears to my eyes and laughter that never ended. Till next time with more updates of the shameful brothers! Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SCENE ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was the worst day of their lives for the famous band of brothers. They had been slammed by the media with fake stories that brought their reputation smashing through the ground. They were living the perfect life after their hit Disney Movie, “Camp Rock 3”. They could never figure out how their nightmare could happen for such innocent boys. All the stories were indeed untrue but it seemed real to every one, every fan and every reader. Now at this point, all the Jonas Brothers want is to piece their lives back together. However, they don’t really know how to, or even where to begin so as to speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Back at their perfect four-storey dream mansion, Joe and Nick were standing in their living room in the mist of their usual daily argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“It’s not my fault you’re such a cry baby. You can’t even stand up for yourself” Joe shouted at Nick who was about to burst with rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not the idiot who did drugs to embarrass our family” Nick was furious and Joe stepped back in awe at the accusation from his younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Drugs? You actually believe those lies the crappy media said?” he raised his voice as he took a threatening step closer to Nick, ready to hit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I don’t know what to believe these days, Joe! You’ve been a proud big fat liar since the beginning. How will I know then?” Nick was getting angrier with every passing minute. He also took a step towards Joe. Nick never lost his temper towards anyone usually. But just recently, he had been having huge rows with Joe. When Nick got angry, something must have gone terribly wrong as he was usually the peacemaker of his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“What kind of brother are you?” Joe asked. His fists were clenched tightly and he was breathing heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“One of a kind.” Nick replied loudly with that look on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Oh, shut up! You annoying little brat. I wish you’d never been born!” With his last word, Joe pushed Nick roughly against the wall while Nick tried to fight back, although it was obvious that Joe was the stronger one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I wish you weren’t my brother.” Nick managed to croak in between the punches thrown from Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Oh, I’m so sad, I’m gonna cry.” Joe replies sarcastically as he wrestled Nick to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the midst of all the commotion, Kevin walks in with a goofy smile plastered across his face. He sees Joe wrestling with his younger brother on the floor and tries to resist the urge to kick Joe on his butt; he finally gives in to temptation and kicks his brother’s butt lightly as it was sticking from the position he was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Are you guys trying out for the next Olympics? If you are, you’re not going to make it.” He said and laughed to himself as he walked over to the sofa and fell back on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“No. Joe is just being a big fat jerk as usual.” Nick replied in between puffs of air as he struggled to get off the ground. Kevin rolled his eyes and walked over to help Nick off the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Why are you guys still fighting anyway? This has been going on forever and its getting boring as it revolves around the same argument. We’re supposed to be a family. Not a-” Kevin was about to help Joe up from the floor when Joe cut him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Seriously Kevin, you call this a family? Mum and dad are never around, and we’re always trying to kill each other.” Now, Joe said this as deep inside, he really missed his family. When he was much younger, his whole family was much closer and they used to spent time with each other. Ever since the brothers got a career in the music industry, their parents and youngest brother, Frankie, just drifted apart as the boys were always on tour throughout the year and their parents had their own career and lives to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You know what, I’m really sick of this.” Nick said and stomped off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“And I’m sick of you.” Joe mumbled under his breath. Kevin smacked Joe on his head lightly and gestured him to sit on the sofa with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nick didn’t want to face reality. He needed Joe in his life. When Nick was bullied back in high school, Joe was always there to stand up and fight for him. He always took the blame to cover up for his brother, as Joe really loved nick, they were the closest amongst the brothers. Ever since they joined the music industry, things just changed and they never knew why. Both brothers know this change that has taken place but they have never spoken about it. The hurt that has been created is just floating untouched as it was a sensitive issue and neither of them had the guts to set things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kevin on the other hand is seen as a person who always tries to see things positively. He is the oldest brother and he doesn’t act like an authoritative figure when their parents are not around, he instead treats his brother like friends. It is also rare to see him angry, as he’s practically goofy. Joe was the most hot headed amongst all the brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Hey Joe, Look here, as your oldest brother, I want you to show more concern for Nick, he’s still younger than you and somehow still a child for goodness sake. Mocking him will not solve anything.” Kevin said this because he really felt the need to stick on as a family despite what was happening to them. He was worried for the relationship between Joe and Nick as they were constantly fighting. Kevin knew that deep inside, both still cared for each other a lot, but refused to show it due to their ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You tell him that first.” Joe mumbled again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“But you’re older and you should understand where I’m coming from. I know mum and dad aren’t around much, and that’s why we’ve got to hold this family together whether you like it or not.” Kevin was serious. Joe had never seen his brother so serious about something, well something other than music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You know something, Kev, I’m quite sick of this whole fame thing. We seriously need a break from this whole music industry.” Joe really loved his current job, it brought so much fame and fortune to the whole family, but he felt that it was not worth it at times. There was too much politics and dirty games going on and they disliked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I’m way ahead of you, bro. I just signed us up for summer jobs! All we have to do now is ace the interview.” He said excitedly with a grin on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“All three of us?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yes Joe, all three. It’s at Ocean Beach resort, there’s a theme park there too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“People will still recognise us; it won’t be a new life. He said sinking into his chair slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“No they won’t. We will disguise ourselves and have different names! It would be an adventure” Kevin said with much excitement in his voice and elaborate hand movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At that point, Nick was eavesdropping and decided to walk into the room. He was quietly excited about the job but he kept it to himself. He was still trying to be angry with Joe. He walked back into the room only looking at Kevin trying to ignore Joe completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Did I just hear that you got us summer jobs?” Nick said trying to sound uninterested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Come on Nick, it would be awesome don’t you think. We will have fun and perhaps find our “summer love” that we have always talked about since young.” Kevin said trying to bridge the silence between his younger brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Isn’t that a little cheesy for an old man like you!” Joe said laughing, trying to keep a positive tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trying to poke fun at Joe, Kevin said,” At least I don’t fall on stage half the time when we are performing!” Joe was filled with embarrassment and images of his many falls came rushing through his mind. His face turned bright red slowly and Kevin was happily laughing away. Joe was indeed a clumsy guy that falling down during a gig while performing or even at an awards show was considered normal for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Ha-ha, good point Kev” Nick said as he saw the change of colour in Joe’s face. Nick smiled to himself. He thought, ‘well, he’s still my brother after all. I gotta live with him.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“So it’s settled them. We will go for the interview and hopefully get the jobs. It would be good exposure for us. We will try and lead normal lives and see how things roll for us.” Kevin said with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SCENE TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jamie and Ashlee were talking on the phone as usual with loud rock music blearing at the background. Both girls loved rock music and played in a band called “mave” together with their other girlfriend named Kelsey. Jamie plays lead guitar, while Ashlee commands the vocals and rocks out by playing rhythm guitars. Kelsey on the other hand handles the smashing beats with the drums. Mave has been set to go on a tour with “the click five right after their summer break. Kelsey was dating the front man of The Click Five, Kyle Patrick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Both girls were talking about their upcoming tour when the topic suddenly changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Hey Ashlee, did you read the latest issue of Clickies Magazine? There was an “awesome” article on the Jonas Brothers. I’m sure you would have loved it!” Jamie said with some evil in her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yeah I read it! Those guys really suck. Ripping off lyrics and all. I mean come on; it’s caracal for God’s sake! No one steals lyrics from them! Besides, pop music is really stupid especially when a bunch on “untalented losers” do it.” Ashlee said as she laughed loudly into the receiver of the phone, causing Jamie to hold her telephone a distance away from her ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ashlee was the out going one amongst the two. She was the daredevil and has a mouth like a snake. What she usually says can be really hurtful, but that’s just the way she is. However, she may portray such a confident outlook, but deep inside, she has that sensitive and sentimental side of her. She can be wounded emotionally very easily. It’s hard for her to open her heart completely to a guy and that is one main reason as to why she doesn’t have a boyfriend at the age of 19. Her last one was just a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jamie in the other hand was the opposite of Ashlee. She usually makes decisions based on logic and she likes to plan things well. She’s a really kind person and Ashlee cannot live without her. She acts as a backbone to Ashlee ever since young despite being a year apart. She longs for romance and excitement in her life…well back to the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Damn, you are one loud and plain mean chick” Jamie said. “But I like it”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Ha-ha, okay, if you had to choose one of those idiots from the Jonas brothers, who would it be?” Ashlee asked her in an eager voice wanting to dig out information from her Best Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I hate you Ash. Hmmm… I don’t know!” Jamie thought silently about which brother she could tolerate. The oldest one? No he was too old for her and he looked too bubbly. The second one? No, he looked like he had the biggest ego. The youngest one? Maybe, since he was her age and looked like he had the most talent compared to the other two brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Just choose one! Any one! I won’t tell anyone.” Ashlee said in a sing-sing voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Fine… that curly haired guy, I think he’s 18 too. The youngest one” Jamie said over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Nice… He’s the cry baby of the band right! hahaha.” Ashlee said laughing loudly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yeah! I bet I could make him cry. Anyway, who would you choose?” Jamie quickly said before Ashlee could escape the topic on their least favourite band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I’ll choose the one that always falls down on stage or something. ‘Age difference is only a year. AND, I could make his life a living hell even more that it already is! I bet I could make him cry with mere words.” Jamie couldn’t see it, but Ashlee was grinning from ear to ear thinking about making the guy cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; “Yeah I bet you could. I wish I had a way with words.” Jamie said softly, barely audible. She had always wanted to be witty and smart like Ashlee. For as long as she could remember, Ashlee could bring a boy to tears with one sentence, it was a God given gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Well, that’s what you get from a guy ‘musician’, GAYNESS.”  Ashlee said with an obviously sarcastic voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Anyway, speaking of music, we’ve got to hit the recording studio one last time as we have one last song to record for our album. Which song should we record? Thank you for eternity or outside alone?” Jamie asked, she never liked to do things that people didn’t approve of and asking for someone else’s opinion was second nature to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I think we should do ‘thank you for eternity’ it has a more bad-ass sound to it, and gives the song more edge. I think that song should be our first single. Let’s ask Kelsey when we see her.” Ashlee said, taking their third band member into consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Oh I almost forgot to tell you! I found this awesome place where we can get jobs for the summer! It’s at Ocean Beach Resort, that place is absolutely magnificent. Plus, there’s a theme park.” Jamie said excitedly. She had been dying to get a summer job to earn some extra cash for shopping when they go on tour after the summer. She wanted Ashlee to work with her so that they could spend some time together. Once they were on tour, it would be too busy for them to goof around as this was their fist ever tour and album, it was all about the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“So that means more hot guys, right?” Ashlee asked while holding her telephone between her shoulder and her ear as she looked at her calendar for possible song recording days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yeah…” Jamie trailed off into her own thoughts. “And we are bound to find our summer love!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Summer what? You still believe in that cheesy stuff?” Ashlee asked in a babying tone towards Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“But I wanna meet my sensitive guy; with soft brown eyes and amazing smile… we’ve always been talking about this since we were young!” she said excitedly, Ashlee could feel her smiling on the other end of the line as she talked about finding the perfect guy. Ashlee however, looked for appearance first, substance was important, but it came later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Well, I’ll meet my tall, dark and handsome musician who can act and play sports too, well Hopefully. No wonder im still single. Anyway, So how do we get the job you were talking about?” Ashlee was getting more interested in the job as she thought of all the buff guys at the resort. She was a sucker hunkies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“The interview is tomorrow Ash.” Jamie said happily as she continued thinking of the guy that she could, possibly meet. She wanted her summer to be perfect and romantic. She knew that she was in for an adventure and was really grateful that Ashlee was part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“It’s time to put on our bikinis and meet some hot guys!” Ashlee said as they hung up the phone together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First upcoming album “Story of my life” from Mave (Ashlee Scott, Jamie Ashton and Kelsey Nathan) out in stores right after the summer when they hit the road to go on tour. Keep a look out for their first single,” Thank You For Eternity”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;THANK YOU ETERNITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Written by Ashlee Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Performed by Mave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I once believed in magic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I even believed that we were meant to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Such friends we were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Brings back old memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;2 friends perfect for each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This fairytale that will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thank You Eternity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cause it's all been forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thank You Eternity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;For being oh so good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thank You Eternity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh this bloody song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Simply poured out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you my Eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;All the possibilities put forth clearly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Love never prevails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Somehow destined to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Stupid as it sounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I was looking for someone special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That was meant to be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm ready to run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Into some new dimension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Putting back what never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Imaginations gone wild,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A rainbow stretched into my vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My Eternity torn out in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118478892536720796-3160726760990336193?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/3160726760990336193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/summer-love-chapter-1-from-fame-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/3160726760990336193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/3160726760990336193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/summer-love-chapter-1-from-fame-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118478892536720796.post-2792627655932697368</id><published>2008-12-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:01:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Summer Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Introduction To The Book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Best friends Jamie Ashton, 18, and Ashlee Scott, 19, have known each other since they were in pre-school, they’re parents were close friends and they treated each other like family. The girls were friends since the first day they met, right up till today. This summer, they’re trying to get through in one piece as they prepare for their upcoming music tour with headlining band, The Click Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Jonas Brothers, on the other hand, aren’t having the best time. They’re trying to piece their lives back together after the media turned against them and slammed them with a major scandal causing their life to be a nightmare. They have plans for going undercover to experience having a summer job, under the names Shane (Joe, 20), Jason (Kevin, 22) and Nate (Nick, 18).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The two rocker girls hate the Jonas Brothers, but somehow end up working with them. However, the girls are unaware of the boys’ real identities. Will they find their summer love that they’re looking for? Or will this also become a nightmare for Jamie and Ashlee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A literary story with theater and drama elements added to it. Love, comedy and tragedy. This summer is about to get interesting as the real truth begins to unfold in this gripping drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey there everyone, summer love is a little project started and it seems cliché in th beginning but i think it ends pretty well. Focus on the relationships and how people act when put in situations. Why the Jonas Brothers? not a huge fan of them but i think as so called celebrit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ies, their profile fits my characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/3118478892536720796-2792627655932697368?l=thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/feeds/2792627655932697368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/summer-love-introduction-to-book-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/2792627655932697368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118478892536720796/posts/default/2792627655932697368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thru-d-eyes-of-1.blogspot.com/2008/12/summer-love-introduction-to-book-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea Flavia William</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950249421061109871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gbmfK1WPqZs/S2ltEP_fuKI/AAAAAAAAF74/463UfmEQ45I/S220/7527_166498400375_670865375_3980037_4871599_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
