<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/8226611590031220813?origin\x3dhttp://e-vanandvickyplease.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
US

E-van and Vicky E-van and Vicky are girls. ♥♥♥ Their diet plan starts tomorrow.

Tag



LINKS


celine daeia joakim kae kunjung rosemary xavier

ARCHIVES

<$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$> <$MTArchiveTitle$>

killing me softly.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
10:59 PM
mum: i think e-van need to exercise already.
me: OUCH.
mum: need to swing your arms.
me: ouch painful.
mum: your arm needs some toning.
me: excruciating pain.

my body is so easily tired. now it's all aching- my shoulders and my legs. i am not proud about this but i am a terrible long distance runner.
one excuse i found for myself is: my legs are shorter so i run double the steps.... it's true! i take two steps when others take one. so unfair leh.

i'm still stressed in school still. can't wait for the production to be over. i hate being in charge of something i do not even know what i'm doing and what he others are talking about.
he says, "feel free to ask any questions when in doubt".
when asked, there is a obvious and apparent frown and a big SIGH of not relief, but irritance, "YES?".

i'm sure i'm not being oversensitive.

love,
e-van