<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, February 13, 2007 5:56 pm

I'm so dead.
**slightly more sensitive post after this (============)
But on a lighter note, that darn nettlerash is gone!!! Yeah!! ^___^
My arms don't look like two red dyed carrots anymore. Thank god.
And no De wei, Valentine's Day is just another normal day for me.

We had the Physics SPA today. My final answer deviated from the model one by 0.7 (This is bad) But seriously, this is way better than the last one. Cause for the previous experiment, I had no idea how is one able to set up the whole damn thing. I was lost. My only way out was by looking at others' and Varella didn't really care either. What the heck.

For tomorrow's ODAC session, we are going to run 4.8km.
Well, that's another way of passing Valentine's Day, drowning yourself or torturing yourself rather to numb yourself from the pain of being single.
I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.
There were these times when I really wanted someone who could communicate with me. Not exactly like a confidant, or a guy friend and definitely not mum. Ha. Sounds like hard-sell.
Anyone willing to buy me?
No gays or sisters looking for jie-di lian please.
Ok. That's just dumb. 0..,o

I kind of did that dance that Mumble did in Happy Feet. It was not that well executed cause I nearly slipped and hit my head against shower. Yea, I did it while bathing. That's how lonely I'm..



===============
I kind of figured that I may not be blogging tomorrow. So I would do it today.
Now. I think Valentine's Day will be a blast.
For singles and attached.
For those who are happily together, lucky you.
For lonely singles like me, you don't have to drown your misery in assessment books like some do. (MAD)
There are other ways.
Like thinking of the positives that being single will bring.

1.You save money. -Although I wouldn't mind spending a little extra on that little something for that little her. Ok..Not little her. For her.

2.You save time= More time for revision (doesn't quite apply to me)- But for me, I don't mind spending time with her. Ha. Surprise though, those punky people in class will opt for a romantic walk rather than a wild party. I can kinda figure out why. I mean, who wouldn't?

3. You have your own space. -I don't mind giving all the space. I don't know. I can't think any more examples.

I think asking a girl what she's doing tomorrow is bloody direct.
You are definitely insinuating something and if she says she's out with her friends tomorrow; It will seriously break your heart. It will. Yes it will.

I think having that experience kind of made me stronger.
And a little more careful when approaching matters of the heart.
It's like walking through a minefield and you are wearing badminton rackets for shoes.
Yes. It's that bad.

I shan't be asking that her- it's not the minefield. i've already gotten rid of it- what she's doing tomorrow.
I doubt if she will even agree. I think she will have nightmares if I do ask her.
And I don't want that to happen.
Ha. My love life sounds really pathetic.
I wish everyone a happy valentine's.
but just for a little laugh at me.....will you? I'm asking the air questions.

-->Alex once told me not to change for that someone. I won't either. But at times, I will if it's for the better. For that person and I. I don't know. I guess that occasion isn't coming any sooner.
Ha.
that touch of irony.



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