What’s worse…V-day or Monday?

Woohooo….my keyboard is actually collecting dusts. I almost forgot my blogger password, had to attempt like 3 times. Anyway, here I am.

Chinese New Year was awesome, till I lost half of my life savings (+ angpows) to shrine-building-satan-worshipping gamblers. Traumatised for a while, but still it’s all good. In the shadows of bankruptcy, I found compassion in the unlikeliest person. Nicklaus, my 13 year old obnoxious kid brother chipped in RM30 to ease my burden. So touching.

It’s Valentine’s Day. Have always felt indifferent to the day. No, actually I don’t give a fucking fuck. The closest I’ve ever gotten to being v’d (akin to punk’d) was receiving 5 pages long of messages from an Ah Lian lesbian at 15. Due to her inability to express herself in English, all she had to say was “I LUV U” repetitively in the most hideous handwriting. Still, it didn’t top the fake Versace handbag I got from some perv. And he had the nerve to ask me why I didn’t use it. Please, Valentine’s Day should be banned to prevent idiots from traumatising normal people like me.

HELP UNIVERSITY COLLEGE STINKS TO HIGH HEAVEN. DO NOT ENROL IN THIS COLLEGE. HECK, DON’T EVEN ENROL IN ANY PRIVATE INSTITUTE IN MALAYSIA. Get on with STPM and consult your nearest shaman. Convert to Islam to be safe.

Happy Valentine’s Day and I love you.