<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/3779872881528172464?origin\x3dhttp://lyfedancer.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Do you believe in fairytale? I still do not know if I do...
But I believe in us, our story and I am committed to write the world best love story with you.
robbed.
Sunday, April 13, 2008 @ 9:10:00 PM


we were being robbed,
literally.
but the fact is,
we were being robbed of our time.
i don't know how to put this.
i am angry enough that it eventually spoil my mood for everything.
i don't have the urge to talk to anyone including my mom.
i don't have the urge to study for my finals tomorrow.
i don't have the urge to do anything at all.
yet, i force myself to study for tomorrow's finals.

Adventurace 2008 started off fun.
from the bottom 5,
we made it up to the sixth team to arrive at the pit stop.
after the pit stop,
we were already bagging the winner.
till they screwed up
and we have to bear the consequences.
we reached the final pit stop,
with the very confidence and the trust we hold.
that 1 hour 20 minutes they promised seemed to be like another fairytale story.
instead of first price,
we had nothing.
their mistake at our expenses.

enraged and dumbfounded.
being robbed off our time.
being cheated of victory.
it feels,















cheated.

Labels: