<?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-7459574934592794674</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:19:51.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surreal Life of Eva</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-6685295326903475595</id><published>2009-06-01T20:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:32:43.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to...</title><content type='html'>okay here are my thoughts about lastnights MMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKIN LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so old school!&lt;br /&gt;it was funny, it was awkward, it was original ... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE twilight won...duh... yeah to 14-year old girls with way to much time on there hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy samberg really brought the funny back.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the opening clip, how all (some of the) nomenated movies were used in that clip. oh and the awkward scene with justin timberlake in the car! hahaha "remember when we did motherlover" "...yeah" hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the did a medley of andy sambergs songs... OMG it was HIGHlarious... espicially when Andy, akiva (is that right?) and jorma were "crying" LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Kristin Stewart brought her amazingness on stage when she awkwardly dropped her award but went on with er speech like some freakin rockstar! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I loved that moment... don't be a shamed... at least you didn't cry, ran off stage or did something awkwardlier to cover it up! good job girl, nice save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and OF COURSE Robert Pattinson won breakthrough male... duh!&lt;br /&gt;oh and when Shia wanted to say who won best fight a girl in the audience yelld ROBERT PATTINSON... and shia went: thats right! and then couldn't pronounce Cam Gigadet last name hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course Jim carrey knew an amazing way to accept his award (his 11th, it's a MTV record) AND to bring Prop8 to everyones attention by letting his mind (he pretended to be speachless and let his mind speak (on tape)) say: ... and in front of the goodlooking kid from twilight.... oh please ban prop8 fast" or atleast something in that style, I saw it this morning, I'm not a psycho freak who remembers everyones line :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part with Bruno and eminem was a bit blah... been there done that. &lt;br /&gt;it was funny, but certainly not the funniest thing of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt bad for Zac Efron who won that award, but all the attention went to Sacha Baron Cohen and Eminem who walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary Quinto was HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Kiefer Sutherland was funny! I totally loved it when he cried while presenting the generation award to one of the funniest men EVER: Ben Stiller.&lt;br /&gt;even Zac Efron was funny: wait ben, we each have another round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.. I missed best villain... hmmm guess I have to go back to the MTV site ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were just some thought about the 2009 MTV MOVIE AWARD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-6685295326903475595?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6685295326903475595/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=6685295326903475595' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/6685295326903475595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/6685295326903475595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to...'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-5784424739268117393</id><published>2009-05-10T19:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:21:56.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>just to give her a little credit&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus - 7 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The 7 things I hate about you, oh you&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-5784424739268117393?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5784424739268117393/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=5784424739268117393' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5784424739268117393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5784424739268117393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-5235672730477213353</id><published>2009-05-10T18:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:23:17.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like, you know...</title><content type='html'>My nephew turned 1 today, wich is amazing, because he almost didn't make it through the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I can choose my internship-place, I have no idea where I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I study Museum Studies (Cultural Heritage) and so I will intern (whatever the verb maybe for this word) in a Museum or museum like places.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to a far place (in holland though), but I can't beacause of the money en time and everything. so I have to find some place near my home (wich is in Amsterdam). But all the Museums in Holland are too famous (Like the Van Gogh and Stedelijk) or to lame. I really DON'T know what I want. The Zaanseschans is a little too far and everything near Haarlem probably is too. WHAT on earth am I gonna do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog today is written in a non-witty &amp;amp; boring way, cause I'm tired....&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I have to clean my room again... (a) hihi... I'll never get that straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wait wait... I DO know where I want to Intern (I'm gonna use that verb more often, maybe people'll pick it up) during my third year! IN ENGLAND... and hopefully in Liverpool or something (London's too expensive....) I &lt;3 england&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not gonna leave without sharing the awesomeness that is &lt;em&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT_xpFZe20A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-5235672730477213353?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5235672730477213353/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=5235672730477213353' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5235672730477213353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5235672730477213353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-nephew-turned-1-today-wich-is.html' title='It&apos;s like, you know...'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-5641128018129271805</id><published>2009-05-09T10:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:40:02.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me Sarah, what do you think of my labyrinth?</title><content type='html'>okay okay okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a glorious day, yes it was :D&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw &lt;em&gt;Labyrinth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you think "&lt;em&gt;that's the gayest film EVER&lt;/em&gt;" and you're right!&lt;br /&gt;IT IS! but it was SO Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Jareth is so much more awsome that Ziggy hahaha:P&lt;br /&gt;The hair, the words, that COSTUME... Om my god, I loved it so much!&lt;br /&gt;And underneath al that crazy clothes... it was still the David Bowie we all know and love :D!&lt;br /&gt;It was so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing it lacked was good special effects, I know the movie is from 1986, but still, Star Wars is from 1977 and they did it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ALL those carachters were AWSOME, except for Ludo, who was a bit stereotype and kind of obvious (though still adorable). I LOVED thw worm @ the beginning of the labyrinth, cute little witty thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the gay songs! I loved them SO much, especially the ones with the "omg-I-can't-believe-they-signed-up-for-this" dances... you know what I mean, the song in the castle: "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000309/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: You remind me of the babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goblin: What babe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000309/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: The babe with the power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goblin: What power? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000309/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: The power of voodoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goblin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000309/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: You do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goblin: Do what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000309/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Remind me of the babe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked him (Bowie) in the end, in the Escher-ish room. He was SO effen sexy, I swear to god! "Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one" and the he jumps of and land somewhere else! "Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this was prety much it...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;5 stars, really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-5641128018129271805?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5641128018129271805/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=5641128018129271805' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5641128018129271805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5641128018129271805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2009/05/tell-me-sarah-what-do-you-think-of-my.html' title='Tell me Sarah, what do you think of my labyrinth?'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-4868523117721038209</id><published>2009-04-23T21:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:17:20.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone 1</title><content type='html'>so I was home alone this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I know... ME, home alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes I can take perfect care of my self :p&lt;br /&gt;even though my sisters have a hard time believeing it :P&lt;br /&gt;I got panic calls from them the whole week, crazy:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I found out this week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with stress&lt;br /&gt;I hate doing everything for everyone&lt;br /&gt;I work to much&lt;br /&gt;I am an amazing cook&lt;br /&gt;I hate radish&lt;br /&gt;I was right about two people in my class (yes they're dating!)&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I want a drivers licence&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my parents&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep alone in my house without staying up all night&lt;br /&gt;Ugly/annoying pleople get more dates than I do&lt;br /&gt;Beyoncé is actually a good actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O god I'm tired, I'm going to bed...&lt;br /&gt;ciao bellas &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-4868523117721038209?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4868523117721038209/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=4868523117721038209' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/4868523117721038209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/4868523117721038209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-was-home-alone-this-week.html' title='home alone 1'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-7445148477196948637</id><published>2009-04-14T13:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:03:40.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>new blok, new blog</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok ok ok ok&lt;br /&gt;ik kan het wel, ik ga het nu bij houden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik begin nu aan een nieuw bok op school, mijn kamer is bijna opgeruimd... fresh start :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik ga nu mijn leven bij houden op deze blog, en de meest rare, leuke, interessante en sappige verhalen van mijn leven vertellen!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat ga ik dan zo direct doen want ik ga nu een half uur naar huis fietsen om die eerder genoemde kamer op te ruimen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-7445148477196948637?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7445148477196948637/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=7445148477196948637' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7445148477196948637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7445148477196948637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blok-new-blog.html' title='new blok, new blog'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-2335666532045305016</id><published>2008-10-15T18:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:19:18.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future, My Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Ook dit jaar zijn wij gezellig op kamp geweest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen we vertrokken, met overvolle backpacks in de hozende regen, zaten we al van ‘jeeej Britse jongens’ en Jelena met ‘jeej Canadese jongens’ (Eva: ‘komen er Canadezen dan’,  Jelena: ‘ ja ze staan op subcamp pluto!’,  Eva:’Jel, dat is de crèche’) en toen we aankwamen, na een bus, twee treinen en een taxi, werd ons verlangen beloond met schotse jongens… in een kilt….&lt;br /&gt;In de hozende regen, op het punt om onze tenten op te zetten, zagen we onze plek… dat dus echt 5 bij 5 was ofzo…. En daar past dus zegmaar alleen onze tent op …. Gelukkig maakten wij kennis met Arnhem, en besloten we om onze  vakjes samen te voegen en een keukentent te delen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het kamp bestond uit veel actieve dingen, zoals een ‘hike and seek’ ’s nachts, een step hike van 8 km lopen en 22 km steppen, ticket activiteiten als de splash (waterworstelen, bodygliding, spons gevecht, volleywaterbal met Duitsers en verschillende estafetten), action (met hoeveel pas je in een Volvo, handboogschieten, speleobox, klimwand, over de kop fietsen en nog veel meer) en cultureshock (djembé lessen, spandoek maken, toneel en knutselen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar natuurlijk is ons kamp als losbandige tieners niks zonder een beetje feest!&lt;br /&gt;Zo hadden we een Orange party, een F.R.E.S.H. party en een SCHUIMFEEST!&lt;br /&gt;Dat resulteert zich natuurlijk in zwemmen in de schuim/modder, onder de douche staan met je kleren aan, rennen over het veld als een gek en onder de jerrycan kraan hangen en iedereen knuffelen ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zo lullig als we waren hebben we elkaar natuurlijk flink geplaagd :P.&lt;br /&gt;Zit je daar niets vermoeden een boekje te lezen vlak bij de opening van je keukentent, lopen er een paar jongens voorbij. ‘FUUT FUUT!.... oh EVA!’ en zo wordt je dus ook weer voor gek gezet door Jelena. Maar ja Eva zou Eva niet zijn en besloot een datingservice advertentie voor Jelena te maken:&lt;br /&gt;Jelena over haar actie: ”haha dat was een goeie! Die overtref je niet!”, Eva: ”misschien denken ze er bij de infotent anders over!” Eva rent weg, Jelena realiseert zich wat zojuist heeft plaats gevonden en sprint er achteraan en tackelt  Eva 50cm voor de inleverdoos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Eva en Denise zijn flink voor schut gezet!  hadden ze aanspraak van een leuke schot. lekker gepraat, had engelse naam. wij nog tegen elkaar zeggen hij is lekker, hij is leuk. komt hij terug van de bar zegt hij ja ik heb net een pilletje bij de bar gekregen en nu kan ik nederland praten (in engels) begon met GVD dus dat was wel grappig, begint hij in ene nederlandse zinnen te produceren... KWAM HIJ UIT UTRECHT! dus wij shit zou hij ons gehoord hebben? hij zo: ja dus (naar mij gericht) jij vindt mij lekker....&lt;br /&gt;OEPS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En wij zouden ons niet zijn als we niet met onze begeleiding, de beroemde/beruchte ;) Angela,  een ontzettende flauwe, vieze doch hilarische grap hadden uitgehaald hihi….&lt;br /&gt;Wat zou Angela de schrik van haar leven gehad hebben toen ze ineens een “gebruikte” condoom voor haar tent zag liggen met verpakking er nog naast ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabina&lt;/em&gt; heeft de droom van elk meisje waar gemaakt en een schot aan de haak geslagen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remon&lt;/em&gt; heeft z’n toekomstige chickie al gezien, maar we mochten haar naam niet weten anders gingen we d’r roepen ;).  En hij heeft de nodige klappen moeten verduren omdat Jelena niet gediend was van zijn snurk kunsten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva&lt;/em&gt; heeft twee nachten in quarantaine gezeten… en is na een een schuimfeest dronken over het veld gerend, met kleding on der een douche gaan staan, topje uitgedaan (had bikini aan:O!)mee gezwaaid, ben onde reen jerrycan kraan gaan staan en is toen perongeluk met anderman vriendje op de grond van een keukentent geindigd (HET SPIJT ME NOG STEEDS HEEEEEEL ERG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jelena&lt;/em&gt; hing als een hopeloze romanticus uren aan de telefoon!&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;em&gt;Afra&lt;/em&gt; ging met veel hoop een lange afstand relatie aan met Arnhem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-2335666532045305016?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2335666532045305016/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=2335666532045305016' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/2335666532045305016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/2335666532045305016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-future-my-fantasy.html' title='My Future, My Fantasy'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-6073740035299263593</id><published>2008-10-15T18:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:12:09.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Week (2)</title><content type='html'>Wish I could shut my playboy mouth (oh oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;How'd I turn my shirt inside out? (inside out right)&lt;br /&gt;Control your poison babe, roses with thorns they say&lt;br /&gt;And we’re all gettin’ hosed tonight (oh oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tja Party hard....:P&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa - Just Dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-6073740035299263593?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6073740035299263593/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=6073740035299263593' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/6073740035299263593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Pick yourself up&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame the world&lt;br /&gt;So you've screwed up&lt;br /&gt;But your gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;Now call your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;And apologize&lt;br /&gt;You pushed him pretty&lt;br /&gt;Far away last night&lt;br /&gt;He really loves you&lt;br /&gt;You just don't always love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh all this time&lt;br /&gt;You have had it in you&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes need a push&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh all this time&lt;br /&gt;You have had it in you&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes need a push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think all the mean girls&lt;br /&gt;That pulled your hair&lt;br /&gt;Are barefoot now and&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant there&lt;br /&gt;And you write pop songs&lt;br /&gt;And get to travel&lt;br /&gt;'Round the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh all this time&lt;br /&gt;You have had it in you&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes need a push&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh all this time&lt;br /&gt;You have had it in you&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes need a push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've had some detours&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid men&lt;br /&gt;Now we know what not&lt;br /&gt;To do again&lt;br /&gt;Besides you lacked out&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh all this time&lt;br /&gt;You have had it in you&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes need a push&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh all this time&lt;br /&gt;You have had it in you&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes need a push&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-1691503130713806673?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1691503130713806673/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-6618710758865828329</id><published>2008-10-15T16:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:16:33.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh that's odd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dus ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ik heb vanacht de raarste droom OOIT gehad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hier is hij:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ik droomde zo dat ik spaans was en ik in een kamer in zo'n zelfgemaakt tentje van lakens lag. En er waren zo twee mannen van die gangsters, die leken op The Killers (de band) in die zwarte cowboykleren, en die stonden buiten de tent films te kijken op een beamer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399198350933010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SPYIt0whfBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P2X_oNCz3NI/s320/the+killers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en toen hoorde is zo dat ze me moesten vermoorden van hun opdracht gevers en toen moesten ze even gaan plassen dus wisslede ze de wacht met lee pace (L), die wilde me gaan redden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dus hij zorgde dat ik kon wegrennen, hij deed zegmaar dat ik te snel was, en hij het niet doorhad blabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399195881840962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SPYItrj2IUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zdaVhMfqax4/s320/lee_pace15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en toen ging hij mee en we hadden een auto ofzo en toen reden we door een stad (waar ik trouwens altijd over droom in een lugubere droom) en toen moesten we een plek vinden om te schuilen want ze gingen achter ons aan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en we hadden wat gevonden maar ze vonden ons, dus weer die auto in en er zaten 3 oude vrouwtjes achter in en toen zei lee pace (L) van, het is niet erg als je dood gaat want ik kan je weer tot leven wekken (pushing daisies) en toen zei ik oja laat zien dan, en toen ging er zo'n oud vrouwtje achter ons dood en toen raakte hij haar aan en toen kwam ze weer tot leven en die twee andere vrouwtjes gingen zo van heey ben je daar weer, en toen raakte hij haar weer aan want ze mag niet langer dan een minutt leven, en toen ging ze weer dood en die vriendinne zo van ow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dus toen reden we weer en vonden we een huisje (aan de over kant van de straat) en daar kon je zegmaar in via de achter kant, maar aan de achterkant is t zo'n groot verlaten achtergesteld iets enn t staat op een afdaling zegmaar... en we hadden een heel groot vies meer aan de voor kant van ons huis, wat dus eigenlijk niet kan i.v.m. die afdaling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woonden in een vet wit huis van binnen en toen waren we heel gelukkig enzo blabla en we hadden en kindje (wat erg grappig is na 1 dag ) en toen kwamen ze (de gangsters) op van die opblaas haaitjes via dat meer naar binnen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en toen werd ik gevangen genomen en naar boven gebracht en toen kwam ik terug en toen lagen lee pace (L) z'n handen naast hem (die waren er af ofzo...) en toen wouden ze hem meenemen maar dat wou ik niet en dus ging hij mij zo beschermen en toen gingen de gangsters achter de glazen deuren naar het meer staan (met witte gordijnen ervoor) en toen beschermde hij zichzelf, zo met zn stompjes voor zn borst en toen zei hij heel filosofisch, op zon filmheld manier: don't you find it strange that you're killing me and letting the one you were looking for live (dus in mn droom dach tik echt wow diepzinnig, diepzinnig, terwijl t gewoon bullshit is natuurlijk) toen werd hij neergeschoten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEIRD HUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-6618710758865828329?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6618710758865828329/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=6618710758865828329' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/6618710758865828329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/6618710758865828329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh-thats-odd.html' title='Huh that&apos;s odd'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SPYIt0whfBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P2X_oNCz3NI/s72-c/the+killers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-3914815243504903620</id><published>2008-09-21T12:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:55:05.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>dus&lt;br /&gt;het is alweer een tijdje, sinds mijn laatste post!&lt;br /&gt;ik heb het ook erg druk gehad, met scouting, school mijn sociale leven ;)&lt;br /&gt;en ik beloof dat ik snel weer er wat op ga zetten:P&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-3914815243504903620?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3914815243504903620/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=3914815243504903620' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/3914815243504903620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/3914815243504903620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-5211293105444861513</id><published>2008-06-25T18:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:56:34.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>Be my mirror, my sword, my shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva la vida - Coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-5211293105444861513?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5211293105444861513/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=5211293105444861513' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5211293105444861513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/5211293105444861513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/queote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-2089191831450373613</id><published>2008-06-25T18:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:41.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SGJzA9r1YWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UOhXqQoLgTU/s1600-h/VivaLaVida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215857778844066146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SGJzA9r1YWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UOhXqQoLgTU/s320/VivaLaVida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ik heb vandaag de nieuwe CD van Coldplay gekocht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva La Vida genaamd :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;het is een super mooie CD met lekker rustige nummer, je wordt ook lekker rustig als je er naar luistert. het is iets anders vind ik dan de vorige albums van Coldplay, wat meer doordacht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ik raad iedereen deze CD aan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-2089191831450373613?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2089191831450373613/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=2089191831450373613' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/2089191831450373613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/2089191831450373613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SGJzA9r1YWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UOhXqQoLgTU/s72-c/VivaLaVida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-7202046754693910753</id><published>2008-06-18T15:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:40:19.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>ok uitzondering: het hele nummer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to where I started&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all I'm lacking&lt;br /&gt;Completely incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your invitation&lt;br /&gt;You take all of me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to lose&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to find&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;That can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to where I started&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging by a moment (here with you)&lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a moment (here with you)&lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a moment here with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-7202046754693910753?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-1242983885474695708</id><published>2008-06-14T16:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:54:41.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oui, oui, c'est paris! 2</title><content type='html'>hier is alvast een deel van de fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s300.photobucket.com/albums/nn32/eefiedepeefie/"&gt;http://s300.photobucket.com/albums/nn32/eefiedepeefie/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-1242983885474695708?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1242983885474695708/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=1242983885474695708' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/1242983885474695708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/1242983885474695708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/oui-oui-cest-paris-2.html' title='oui, oui, c&apos;est paris! 2'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-8033315841149695283</id><published>2008-06-14T16:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:31:16.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>When the future's architectured By a carnival of idiots on show You'd better lie low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet Hill - Coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-8033315841149695283?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8033315841149695283/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=8033315841149695283' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/8033315841149695283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/8033315841149695283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-of-week_14.html' title='Quote of the week'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-932152501199836771</id><published>2008-06-14T16:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:27:25.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>huh, ok, that's funny</title><content type='html'>dus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik ging gister naar bon jovi....&lt;br /&gt;voorprogramma was van velzen, maar de grap was dat hij voor een paar mensen aan t spelen was want NIEMAND was er echt, echt heeel veel mensen kwamen later omdat voetbal om kwart voor negen begon.... dus ok&lt;br /&gt;we gingen voetbal kijken.... was echt hilarisch, zo'n warm gevoel in dat satdium, iedereen waven, iedereen juichen iederen schreeuwen, echt super.... tegen alle evrwachtingen in, we zager er bestwel tegen op, maar we waren fanatiek!&lt;br /&gt;(ik zat alleen bij 2-1 en 3-1 op de wc -_-)&lt;br /&gt;en toen ja ja, kwam jon bon jovi op, IN EEN ORANJE SHIRT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;nou t was echt super t concert, gesprongen en gezongen.&lt;br /&gt;ik ahd alleen zo'n last van al die rokers, ik kon niet meer zingen zo pijn deed die rook!:O&lt;br /&gt;en mn zus wou eerder weg, zodat we niet met de menigte naar buiten gingen, dus ik zei zo, als living on a prayer komt al we weg gaan, dan wprdt ik dus echt boos.... en je raad al welk nummer nog kwam... bleek dat er daarna nog 4 nummers gespeeld werden....-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik zet er laer wel een foto op van ons 4en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-932152501199836771?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/932152501199836771/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=932152501199836771' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/932152501199836771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/932152501199836771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/huh-ok-thats-funny.html' title='huh, ok, that&apos;s funny'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-8621031437532230548</id><published>2008-06-13T11:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:51:16.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I did it!</title><content type='html'>ja ja ja&lt;br /&gt;tegen alle verwachtingen in....&lt;br /&gt;ben ik geslaagd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zonder Her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viva la vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-8621031437532230548?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8621031437532230548/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=8621031437532230548' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/8621031437532230548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/8621031437532230548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-i-did-it.html' title='Yeah I did it!'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-8083880942588676365</id><published>2008-06-09T12:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:41.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oui, Oui, C'est Paris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SE0DVh_kO6I/AAAAAAAAABI/FjSLvw48aYU/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209824012374653858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="276" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SE0DVh_kO6I/AAAAAAAAABI/FjSLvw48aYU/s320/DSC03699.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nou ik ben dus net terug uit parijs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en ik moet zeggen, dta ik het eigenlijk helemaal niet zo bijzonder vond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kijk de bezienswaardigheden zijn wel mooi enzo, maar alle huizen en straten zijn zo vervallen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik zag echt even de andere kant van parijs. het was helemaal niet alleen maar mode, en glamour, om even eerlijk te zijn was alleen lafayette echt een modehuis met Chanel, Louis Vuitton en hermes. de rest was gewoon niet zo verschillend van amsterdam. er waren zelfs zo veel zwervers dat je gewoon een andere kant op moest kijken om niet schuldig te voelen dat je gewoon geel dgeld KON geven, want je had het zelf ook erg nodig, PARIJS IS ZO DUUR! geweldige combinatie vind je niet, dure stad veel werkloze en dakloze... hmmmm zie ik hier een verband misschien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik zal er nog wel wat fotos opzetten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-8083880942588676365?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8083880942588676365/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=8083880942588676365' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/8083880942588676365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/8083880942588676365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/oui-oui-cest-paris.html' title='Oui, Oui, C&apos;est Paris!'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SE0DVh_kO6I/AAAAAAAAABI/FjSLvw48aYU/s72-c/DSC03699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-1767959581159406112</id><published>2008-06-04T17:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:30:17.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>Back to the street, Down to our feet, Losing the feeling of feeling unique, Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic at the disco! - nine in the afternoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-1767959581159406112?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1767959581159406112/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=1767959581159406112' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/1767959581159406112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/1767959581159406112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-7087702370006964400</id><published>2008-06-03T16:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:41.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok dit duurde lang, maar hij doet t eindelijk weer hoor:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nou in de tussen tijd is er veel gebeurd, maar daar praat ik op het moment nog even liever niet over:s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wel wil ik jullie het mooiste mannetje van de werled voor stellen: Merlijn Roemer Smits&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207667315878094130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SEVZ1RdTZTI/AAAAAAAAABA/g_l_DDBT9A0/s320/P1040171+verkleind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;is ie niet lief ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ik was vandaag en gister mijn kamer aan het opruimen en kwam lang allerlei oude papiertjes, fotos en spullen. sommige waarvan ik denk waarom heb ik dit nog?! en dan vervolgens nog niet het lef heb om het weg te gooien! ik las laatst iets over het Pack-Rat syndroom, het niet weggooien van spullen omdat je overal een emotionele waarde achter vind zitten of je denkt oo dit heb ik later nog wel nodig.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na mijzelf eens goed geanalyseerd te hebben vind ik dat ik dat heb:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wel in mindere mate als vroeger, maar nog steeds waarvan je denk o....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en toch heb ik veel weg gegooid, en als ik daar naar kijk dan denk ik, hoe heb ik dat kunnen bewaren! allemaal klad blaadjes, krabbeltjes en half verscheurde envelopppen met de naam van ene bekende acteur erop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;op het moment heb ik het rechter kastje leeg gekregen, waar ik dus zeer trots op ben :p, maar alsnog heb ik het lef niet gehad sommige dingen weg tegooien :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gek he:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en ik heb twee nieuwe artiesten ontdenkt, eentje al een tijdje geleden maarja:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy Perry en Soko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy heeft Ur So Gay gezongen en die heb ik van Perezhilton.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soko zong I'll Kill Her en die heb gehoord van iemand van scouting:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ze staan op mn hyve, ga maar kijken:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is echt een aanrader!!!:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o o o en ik heb de laatste tijd weer veel van die testjes gedaan!:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welke drugs ben jij:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heroin&lt;br /&gt;You are Heroin: A dirivitive of the Opium poppy; You are used for recreational purposes providing great euphoria. You are known for "chasing the dragon"   en toen had is zo iets van huh wat is dat nou weer en toen las ik verder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... if you don't know what that means, you're probably stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welk nirvana bandlid ben jij: Dave Grohl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welke piraat ben je: Anne Bonny wat super grappig is want zij was de enige vrouw ertussen geloof ik:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats your love languages: recieving gifts (WAT DUS NIET ZO IS:O!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en de rest ben ik ondertussen al vergeten:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nou dat was het wel weer voor deze keer, ik ben lui geworden van het kameropruimproject:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-7087702370006964400?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7087702370006964400/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=7087702370006964400' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7087702370006964400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7087702370006964400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-were-backd.html' title='And we&apos;re back:D'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/SEVZ1RdTZTI/AAAAAAAAABA/g_l_DDBT9A0/s72-c/P1040171+verkleind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-7345362741137542896</id><published>2008-03-23T17:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:41.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What your celebrity hot spot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok realiseer de grap hier....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, your celebrity hot spot is Rehab! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-aHdrJ3TQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jVwiXtFKlvk/s1600-h/rehab_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180977365206387970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-aHdrJ3TQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jVwiXtFKlvk/s320/rehab_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather end your night in the morning and sleep through the day, which is exactly why your celebrity hot spot is...yup, rehab! The hottest stars know that a high-end treatment facility isn't just another place to stage a comeback. In fact, getting a little R&amp;amp;R can be the surest way to see and be seen, and your wild ways make you a perfect fit. Can't seem to get enough of the good times? No worries, when there's a dark corner, you'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ziek gewoon :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-7345362741137542896?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7345362741137542896/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=7345362741137542896' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7345362741137542896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7345362741137542896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-your-celebrity-hot-spot.html' title='What your celebrity hot spot?'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-aHdrJ3TQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jVwiXtFKlvk/s72-c/rehab_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-7634047016391744387</id><published>2008-03-23T17:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:42.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welke Britney ben jij!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-aCjrJ3TPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RXVuWrWbtzI/s1600-h/mouseketeer_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180971970727464178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-aCjrJ3TPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RXVuWrWbtzI/s320/mouseketeer_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, your video game match is Mouseketeer!&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to come right out and call you a goody-goody, but, well, you're pretty close to squeaky clean. Even if you aren't completely innocent, you sure can act the part. With your thousand-watt smile and your upbeat attitude, you usually don't have a problem making friends and keeping them around. And if you have a naughty side, you sure do hide it well.Like everyone else, you aren't a happy camper all the time, but an upbeat spirit like yours can't help but shine. So even if you suddenly find yourself facing court dates, fender benders, wardrobe malfunctions, and family feuds, you know how to stick it out with a smile. After all, a big comeback is just around the corner. You're coming up in the world — so get ready to make your mark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/whichbritney/authorize/register.jsp?url=/tests/whichbritney/result.jsp"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/whichbritney/authorize/register.jsp?url=/tests/whichbritney/result.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is echt DE grap.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xxx eva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-7634047016391744387?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7634047016391744387/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7459574934592794674&amp;postID=7634047016391744387' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7634047016391744387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459574934592794674/posts/default/7634047016391744387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/welke-britney-ben-jij.html' title='Welke Britney ben jij!?'/><author><name>eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123436369442362648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-aCjrJ3TPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RXVuWrWbtzI/s72-c/mouseketeer_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-281439516677881527</id><published>2008-03-23T10:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:42.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok gister begon vrij normaal voor een zaterdag, ik stond vroeg op, treuzelde bij ontbijt, ging met tegen zin douchen en vertrok veel te laat naar scouting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Op zaterdag ben ik welpenleiding bij Scouting Wartburg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gezellig uitgeleefd met die kinderen, ze gingen eerst Hollandse leeuw doen, dan moeten ze heen en weer rennen en de 'tikker' moet er eentje optillen en dan 3x Hollandse leeuw roepen zonder dat die persoon de grond raakt, en zo komen er steeds meer mensen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er was er maar eentje gewond!!!:O woohoo.... (stootje tegen neus, niks ergs hoor :p). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180868462015630530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-YkarJ3TMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K68CTH8Vh1U/s320/DSC02864.JPG" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daarna gingen ze placemats maken van tekeningen voor pasen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;natuuuuurlijk werden er eitjes genuttigd.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daarna ging ik naar mn zus om daar schoon te maken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ik heb de heel badkamer gedaan, het bad (krijg het douche grodijnstaafding nog op mn hoofd -_-), de tegels, vensterbank, wastafel. Stof gezogen in de slaapkamer, zelfs achter de schotjes van de verwarming (waar nog NOOIT was schoongemakt :P) en de babykamer gezogen... en tenslotte de...... W.C. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180868904397262034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-Yk0bJ3TNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z_lLWX08HkE/s320/DSC02904.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180870115578039522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-Yl67J3TOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mhfHcvoLaAk/s320/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'s avonds zou ik naar scouting gaan, dus ik wil mn fiets uit de garage halen, doe ik zo mn handschoenen aan, realiseer ik me dat het de verkeerde fiets is :s :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dus ik opnieuw die hele garage deur op doen, mn moeders fiets eruit halen en fietsen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was ik bij het staddeelhuis, doe ik mn licht aan.... je kent dat stukje toch wel dat nieuw gebouwde dat scheve geval waar je met twee fietsers van beide kanten doormoeten.... daar reed ik tegen aan, je raad t al.... ik vloog over mn fiets heen, op een of andere manier is mn stuur helemaal gbogen, stuur in mn rib gekregen, bijde knieen blauw, zelfs op plekken waar je denkt van "daar ben ik niet op gevallen" zoals mn kuit... weird.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dus toen maar zielig op de bank gelegen en ik hou van holland ofzo gekeken (Vet leuk programma btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dus zo ziet mijn zaterdag eruit :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459574934592794674-281439516677881527?l=thesurreallifeofeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-ary7J3TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/No87uXrMjtc/S220/DSC02477.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NctTeTuD2aA/R-YkarJ3TMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K68CTH8Vh1U/s72-c/DSC02864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459574934592794674.post-80864755160213068</id><published>2008-03-22T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:32:08.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Blog!</title><content type='html'>hey hey iedereen&lt;br /&gt;ik dacht zo van begin eens een blog!&lt;br /&gt;ik zag hoe leuk die van anne is geworden en dacht bij mezelf.... hey dat is leuk!&lt;br /&gt;dus nu ga ik jullie wijzermaken, vermaken en vervelen met mijn saaie, ietwat bizarre maar toch leuke leven :P&lt;br /&gt;hou hem dus in de gaten :P!!!&lt;br /&gt;xxx eva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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