tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82276943284901220212012-02-16T16:04:24.852+08:00Sheaumunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061901011715257578noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227694328490122021.post-47871597812902729612009-07-10T01:01:00.004+08:002009-07-10T01:06:43.499+08:00I feel like I'm getting fatter each days. Increase in amount of food intake, decrease in exercises. Whenever I look at someone with better/slimmer body, I will start to think that why can't I put a little more effort to work it out? Why do I need to eat so much? Where's my determination of lose weights gone? Please help me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227694328490122021-4787159781290272961?l=levainglorious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sheaumunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061901011715257578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227694328490122021.post-35216205843550277512009-05-17T23:32:00.002+08:002009-05-17T23:41:21.800+08:00Thursday night -> text messages -> phone calls -> a date. Was that really what I wanted all this while? Why am I feel so unsatisfied about it? There's fear inside me yesterday night where it just stop me there, questioning myself whether to take any further action. Give yourself some times.<br /><br />Be patient.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227694328490122021-3521620584355027751?l=levainglorious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sheaumunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061901011715257578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227694328490122021.post-47310939021284159542009-04-28T00:46:00.004+08:002009-04-28T00:57:43.062+08:00Forget about the past, look forward.<br />There's no point keep on thinking about it.<br />Do not bother about looking for one anymore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfXjxezSEVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BRc3OimKjp0/s1600-h/DSC01983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfXjxezSEVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BRc3OimKjp0/s320/DSC01983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329416173284102482" border="0" /></a><br />Stay strong; fight! =)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227694328490122021-4731093902128415954?l=levainglorious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sheaumunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061901011715257578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227694328490122021.post-61384644715572099812009-04-26T17:18:00.007+08:002009-04-26T17:30:42.283+08:00Looking back at the thousand of pictures I have taken back in the years, I do realize how much I missed both of you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfQnk2aM74I/AAAAAAAAAX4/6Bg2t_RUtxs/s1600-h/c+%28241%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfQnk2aM74I/AAAAAAAAAX4/6Bg2t_RUtxs/s320/c+%28241%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328927773120327554" border="0" /></a>Miss Nene, the one that always look like a kid to everyone but deep inside she's much more mature like an older sister to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfQoI_Q1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MEshVBH00TY/s1600-h/CNYr+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfQoI_Q1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MEshVBH00TY/s320/CNYr+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328928393972237234" border="0" /></a>Jean, which I did not keep in touch with her since Nene left Malaysia. I missed those times that I spent w/ her at her house. Where are you? Please don't MIA anymore.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfQoqYSn5EI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1lTyNLobRec/s1600-h/CNY+TWO+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0nvTqWF0-8/SfQoqYSn5EI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1lTyNLobRec/s320/CNY+TWO+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328928967626318914" border="0" /></a>I don't know since when and how the 3 of us connected together but I knew deep inside, that I love you guys. *muacks*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227694328490122021-6138464471557209981?l=levainglorious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sheaumunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061901011715257578noreply@blogger.com0