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Monday, February 04, 2008 7:00 pm

storm's coming.

I actually managed to reach school relatively early today. But then again, arriving 10 minutes before the bell rings doesn't exactly strike one as being early. I brought Weijian on a tour this morning to the cloud of blue. Got ignored by the pretty little cloud again. Not surprising. I just don't want any freak electrical storms to hit me tomorrow.
We went to our respective LTs for the Q&A session for SC nominations. Thank goodness I didn't sign up. Should I did, I would probably faint from talking to such a big crowd; but then again, there's the question of whether I could pass through the preliminaries. Heh. Lectures ensued soon after with economics-prefer this lecturer, and then chemistry tutorial where I got caught for 'talking' when I was in fact discussing a question with Alvin. %#%^$%^
Then it was math lecture and a break where I failed to do another similar tour with Olivia. Sigh.
I think the economics tutor is nearing her limit of proportionality. She is gonna snap any moment now and when she does, it's not going to be pretty. I can't help but be reminded of physics lessons back at Maris Stella whenever she preaches about some demand and supply curve. Frankly, till date, I still understand zilch in economics. The only thing that economics taught me was that it was a fucking pain in the ass and I would rather drown myself in Physics than to wrestle with such an insane topic. Fuck.
It seems as though the economics tutor now knows my name. Whatever. I think I can try reading through the notes given to us since day 1 for the first time; but if all fails, I would go buy the ridiculously expensive textbook. And should that still not secure a B or above, I give up.

I am contemplating whether or not to go for taekwando tomorrow. My muscles are aching like crazy today. It's stupid of me to actually bother to sprint the last part of the route when there weren't any girls. Lol. At least slow poke Nicholas caught up. Alright, to save myself some face, I should say that I had a stomachache when I was running the race. Did that help? No? Too bad, I guess.
I am actually hoping that they do patterns tomorrow. I seriously cannot go through another session of sparring- kicking that stupid target which the J2 holds so damn high whenever I take my shot. Ya, when it's a girl who's much taller, he actually bothers to lower it. Grr. Sure, I can kick, but don't blame me if I kick the wrong target accidentally. Take that.
I am kinda tired. Probably turning in early tonight; will decide whether or not I am going to TKD on my mood. Ya ya, Shermaine ticked me off when I told her that I might pon it. I try larh okay? =.=
=.=



you are doing an awfully good job at killing me.
i am amazed at how i am able to keep my sanity at this juncture.
it's till march anyway and well...i don't know.
you are always miles away from me. try as i may, the distance just keeps getting further.
but then again, even if i somehow reach you, there's that huge wall you built around yourself from people you are disgusted to like me.
hate is kinda evident.
i just can't stop consuming this poison.
"I can't be as sorry as you think I should
But I still love you more than anyone else could
"

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