tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273941522011-04-21T11:31:31.745-07:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27394152.post-1166717201175354042006-12-22T00:02:00.000-08:002006-12-21T23:38:25.936-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/evonhej/1153469094.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/evonhej/1153469094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Today was a good day. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I got a call first thing from Alex telling me that he's in Singapore.<br />Well, Alex you know you owe me a coffee, so we gotta hurry before </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">we have to do it long distance, and that's gonna be a tad bit hard! </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Felicia came over with baby Sean the rug rat, and he is the cutest</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">living thing. I think he likes me.. more than Jean, that is!<br />Anyways, she told me that she could substitute Jean seeing as how big </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a mouth Jean has and her loquacity might just make her lift the lid </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">on my problems and secrets. Those twins can get a tad annoying </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sometimes, but I love them nonetheless. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Jean if you're reading this, I miss you and have fun in Canada.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Xmas is nearing and truth to tell, i'm kind of scared..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Posted at 12.02 AM </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">***</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/evonhej/watermark1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/evonhej/watermark1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">I had brekkie at the macd just a few bus stops away from </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">where i'm staying while watching a bunch of guys playing football and<br />Laura kind of disrupted my morning pleasure with her call. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">So she is dating that mexican guy that she has known for merely a<br />few weeks and now they kind of noticed that they're flawed and<br />things don't work out anymore. Honestly, it's no surprise. It's<br />a forgone conclusion if you ask me. She said that she's doing<br />alright. It was hard to credit that but i'm sure she'll get over<br />the whole mess. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somehow we ended up talking bout luke. I got the<br />gen on him and dropping a tear was as near as dammit. I'm gonna<br />write to him.. I will. Ruminations on love is a headache. Love<br />has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what<br />you are expected to give - which is everything and</span> I can't give<br />him that. I don't want to hurt him and that is the reason why I<br />distant myself from him. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Anyway, I found a bunny on my way home and I decided to keep it.<br />I don't know what Jean reckons to this. I'm gonna call her up later not<br />to discuss bout keeping it but just to let her know. I've made up<br />my mind babe ;) I don't want to spend Christmas alone.<br />So it's just you and me bunny. I'll give you a name very soon</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Posted at 2.59 PM</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27394152-116671720117535404?l=eve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27394152.post-1166633420626446562006-12-21T00:49:00.000-08:002006-12-21T08:02:08.166-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"></span><a href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/evonhej/17605808_5bd2edcf1144084713.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/evonhej/17605808_5bd2edcf1144084713.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:tahoma;"><br /><div align="center">Happy Birthday Hej!</div><div align="center">Seeing as you're the most important person in the world today,</div><div align="center">Milk it for all it's worth ;)</div><div align="center">Anyways today has been merry.</div><div align="center">1 splendid dinner, 8 crazy friends, 1 very happy Eve :D</div><div align="center"></span><br />Posted at 12.49 AM </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27394152-116663342062644656?l=eve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0