live life! Living Life <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/6617594815343697992?origin\x3dhttp://promises-unfulfilled.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe", messageHandlersFilter: gapi.iframes.CROSS_ORIGIN_IFRAMES_FILTER, messageHandlers: { 'blogger-ping': function() {} } }); } }); </script>
bio
diary
speak
exits
archives
credits
life is a test.
i flunked it. again.

if you understand what that means.
i'm sorry. i had to.
i promised not to.
i didn't do it on purpose.
it was an accident.
and it isn't serious.
why would you even care or bother about it anyway?
it doesn't mean anything to you.
by the time we meet again,(math supp)
i doubt it'll still be visible.
thats good. i hope.
sorry.
...