I want to go to bed. It’s already 12:07am. It’s the early early early morning of 12.2.2008 okay! Yet I’m still typing on Microsoft Word because I don’t want Blogger to toss my painfully written post out the virtual vindow. (Use your imagination, please.) I just wanted to complete the sentence I started in my previous post. Y’know, the one which I said I’m continue ‘later on’. Here it goes:
Speaking about money, a bunch of us SJAB girls were sitting in the canteen, awaiting the arrival of a certain Mr. TZX who cried 30 seconds into his arrival, scaring the shit out of me. We were happily talking about… Valentine’s Day. Although I still can’t quite fathom how we managed to link from Physics homework to V-Day. Anyway, from V-Day, we linked all the way to our future… husbands. If we’re even going to have any – or rather, if I’m even going to have any. Apparently, more than 1 of us reckon that a husband’s loyalty does not matter at all. I’m one of those ‘more than 1 of us’. As long as he is filthy rich, doesn’t ever divorce me until he dies, gives me a limitless spending credit card and doesn’t care about me, he can have as many extra-marital affairs as he wants. He can even have a hundred and one illegitimate children all over the world, just as long as he doesn’t go broke trying to support all of them. I don’t give a shit. Honest. I’ll just smile at them in that annoying patronizing manner and give them a $2 angpao every CNY.
Don’t preach to me about love, much less true love. It doesn’t exist. Please also ignore the little fact that I mentioned the word ‘love’ more than thrice in my previous post. I said it before, ‘love’ doesn’t even come close to having a definition in my dictionary. It’s just a word I use all the time. I don’t even want anyone to love me. In fact, I get freaked out when a guy becomes too nice. It makes me want to run away and avoid him for life. And these mad ramblings are the result of the looming tests that are coming up on V-Day. Although I can’t exactly remember what tests there are.
I’m re-typing this blog post simply to ease my tormented soul because I really can’t stand the fact that I wasted almost 2 hours of my life on it and it was lost thanks to Blogger’s screwed up ‘Autosave’ device. I’ve grown to rely on it so much that I don’t even bother saving the drafts myself. So what happens in the end? It autosaves only half, or maybe even less than half. Not even a quarter! It autosaved less than a quarter of the quotes I copied and pasted from the amazing, brilliant, creative, delightful, extraordinary, fabulous, great, heaven-defying, illuminating, magnificent, original, perfect, stupefying, wonderful story. I hate Blogger. I plan to delete my blog again… Maybe I’ll switch to Xanga or something.
Or perhaps I won’t even continue blogging anymore. I hear a horrified gasp. Fear not, my dear readers. I… honestly don’t care. [: One day I’ll create a list of all the cool quotes from OP… When I’m free. And when I’ve finished writing all 24 V-Day cards. Shucks, I hate V-Day, but I’d feel bad when people give me stuff and I don’t give them anything back. I’m going to bed now. There’s CCA today. Yaye?
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