damaged tape.

<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/13431006?origin\x3dhttps://theotherpandorabox.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Tuesday, November 21, 2006 2:34 pm

My Final Decision.

The second post of the day.
Personally, I think this post/entry is of greater importance as to compared to the former.
I don't know what made me so, perhaps it was one of the songs in the iPod.
I think I've come to a somewhat awkard decision>> The next time I see A, I will talk.
To me, this is a rather big leap.
My relatives have often commented that I was too quiet. Way too quiet.
That I'll never get a girlfriend.
That's worrying.
Yes
I will talk to her.
Wish me luck.
=)

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.