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In case you're wondering, yes, Blogspot is so screwed. Apparently they're ignoring the hoards of complaints bombarding them regarding this very, very mis-aligned 'New Post' page; it looks as though someone ran a lawn mower all over it; all the boxes are missing, all the formatting buttons are missing, and I had to Ctrl+A to find my entry box. Bad Blogger. Baaaaaaad Blogger.


And my cash supply is drying up steadily. I'll probably go broke by next week, if my tuition fees are not in, and if I can't curb my obsessive habit of reading. I wonder how Jia Hui built her collection, because I'm almost broke after 5 books. And I wanna buy some more! Plus the trip will see myself splurging on weird stuff, so I don't know if I even have enough to pull me through this semester. Urgh. 談錢傷感情.

Jack and I were down at the airport after band practice yesterday at midnight. No, we weren't trying to sneak away into oblivation and elope in France (though that's a very attractive idea). Dad flew back especially for the matriarch's birthday TODAY, and he's flying off come Sunday. Now who said I was the stubborn, mollycoddled one? Driving on the ECP was a great way to substantiate my stand to Jack that Singaporean drivers are horrid, be there a P-plate or not. And we never knew that the airport carpark nested a comfortable coven of flashy cars like the Fair Lady convertible, some Jaguars, plus alot of cars you wouldn't even dream of. Best thing of all? My Dad was the one who suggested that Jack came along.


And worst thing of all? Bidding starts TODAY.