I really forgot I wrote that post below. Guess my mind was out of sync with everything else then, which actually happens most of the time. But no worries, I was calm, no damage done. BUT SERIOUSLY MAN WHO THE FUCK SAYS ALL THAT SHIT AT NIGHT MAN? AND ITS JUST SO RAW... SO URGH. THERE'S LIKE EMOTIONS, I HATE BEING IN TOUCH WITH MY EMOTIONS.. AND I DON'T KNOW, A HINT OF VULNERABILITY. I SWEAR IF I EVER CAUGHT MYSELF WRITING THIS KIND OF SHIT IN A PUBLIC SPACE, I'LL GROW MYSELF A DICK.

Anyhoody in the blowfish, I think I did something as a daughter that I am really proud of. Yes, I know its about time right after close to 18 years of my pathetic existence. So there's this Sun Festival happening soon right and my father is like a hardcore fan of Al Jarreau (not Al Qaeda (and omg, I actually think this is straight up funny)). So I had to go through all the trouble of calling Sistic and booking a seat and all but my father being MY father was like, "Okay lah, we do this later, I mean nobody else like him. I'm the only person I know who is a fan."

And we can all draw a couple of lessons from what my father said. One, he needs to expand his social circle cause it's just sad if you only know you. And two, book your tickets early cause if you happen to put it off, you'll be gunning for one of the last 2 seats available for Category 1 and 1 of the seats just gives you the view of the wall instead of the performer. So that means 1 last decent seat.

And you know he so confidently said, "Alah, I'm paying for the most expensive ticket cause he is my most favourite singer of all time. I'll touch him if I could. No one else would pay a price like this. It's just too high!"

As luck would have it, my father got one of the 2 seats left. But here's the dipshit, he got the seat that faces the wall so for the $150 he is paying, he'll be watching the wall than Al Jarreau. Now, I'll charge him $120 with no GST just so he could stare at the wall of my room.

So long story short (maybe not), I was like this shit cannot be happening to my father so I called Sistic again at that instant. And this is when I am ephemerally proud as a daughter (ephemeral because it won't be soon before long my father pisses me off again).


In the middle of the convo,

Sistic Person: No, we do not provide refund or change of booking once it is confirmed. I am sorry.

Me: No no don't be. I understand. But I am looking at Sistic online now and there is 1 availabe seat at F28. The problem is when I was making my booking, I was holding on to this seat but when I pressed next I got seat C1 in my cart instead and that F seat just disappeared.

SP:Oh maybe someone took that seat after your duration expired and now he has put it back because he does not want it. It happens sometime.

Me: Okay if that's the case, how is the view at C1 compared to F28?

SP: It's a clear view at f28 but you must tilt your head a little at c1. But, im sorry maam there is nothing I can do.

Me: I am sure there is something you can do about it. I mean, I made the booking less than 3 minutes ago. There has got to be a way.

SP: No.. there is really...

Me: No, you don't understand. This means a lot to my father. He's been waiting for this guy all his life and my father is 50 plus now, so it has been a long and painful wait. And hes paying so much for this and even you said C1 has a crappy view so I'm sure you would find it in your conscience to magically work something out so this poor old man can get fulfill his life-long dream. [And right here, I was losing my breath cause I was spitting words faster than I could mouthed them]

SP: Okay okay, give me a minute. I'll try.

Me: Wait wait.. who am I talking to?

SP: I am **********.

Me: **********, I would really appreciate your help and I'm sure my father would too. [It always works once you make it personal]


So REALLY LONG STORY SHORT, we got the F ticket. My father was extremely happy and I'm sure it's not because he will get to see Al Jarreau in full view but because I'm such an awesome daughter.

PS: Fong, I can't find your blog again!!!!

So I'm thinking that it's 2 in th freaking morning and if you had down a mug of coffee and did some shit ass physics mcq and then try to get some sleep, chances are you are too unstable to be thinkin straight. So when I wake up in th morning, this will all be a 7hours phase and I'll forgive myself for being a fucktard.

So I'm googling you now and it's so shameful. Told you I moved on and have forgotten everything but things like this only haunt you back when u aren't sleeping. Probably I want to remember how it felt because I remembered it felt nice and special. I felt nice and special because you always know how to say th right thing after saying something stupid. And you are so aware of how I feel though we never really talk for a whole day. You really have a way with words and me. Have always wondered how things would have worked out btwn us if things didn't fuck themselves. Browsed thru old pictures and realised I couldn't look at the photos we took. Don't know why but maybe because I cannot look at your face anymore. Makes me feel uneasy. Strange but until now I never knew what all of that and us were. You are probably my biggest mistake up to date but it was a mistake I enjoyed.

I hope when I read this again I can be calm and not fuck myself over.

I don't know why it's in caps and th font is huge.

SO SUPPOSE YOU FIND THIS PERSON REALLY CUTE AND ALL AND HE/SHE COMES UP TO U WHEN U R IN THE MIDDLE OF A CRISIS. IF YOU'RE NORMAL, U PROLLY FLUSTER AND ALL RIGHT, HOPING YOU DONT SOUND STUPID.

THEN BAM IN THE MIDDLE OF A WELL GOING CONVO U REALISE SHIT, MY PENIS IS HANGING OUT CAUSE MY TROUSERS AINT ZIPPED OR MAYBE MY BOOBS STARING AT YOUR EYES CAUSE MY BLOUSE ISNT BUTTONED.

ALL IM SAYING IS... IT WAS A CLOSE SHAVE REALLY OR I'D BEG THE GROUND TO OPEN UP AND SWALLOW ME.

EMBARASSING MOMENT NO. 867977444637.

it seems like these pointless entries are substiutes for lack of action or drama in my life as of now.

only drama i had yesterday when i couldn't solve a blurdy ionic eqm qn and got all pissed with the universe.

i know, that sad.

i haven't slept since last night and im gg for consultation now and my eyes are extremely heavy.

ok ciao.

im getting very ridiculous with all this no substance post. i shld stop.

I really shouldn't be here but then again, I shouldn't be doing many other things.

GP over and if there is one thing I should learn from this prelims is that, never ever ever do a Singapore based essay. the problem with me is that when I write about things that matter to me, i write it passionately and when it comes to singapore, i become extremely critical.

the question was about terrorism being the biggest threat to singapore and see, instead of focussing on osama and the likes, my mind automatically arranged 3248209482309 other threats singapore face.

and im thinking the case i present for terrorism isn't as strong as my other threats. which really, is a threat to me. was really hoping to nail at least a B again for this prelims but seeing how disastrous it turned out...

anyway, i can't wait for this godforsaken prelims and a levels to be over so i can do a million other things that are of genuine importance.

and something bothering me yo.

Whaddup world. I don't think anyone comes here anymore so it's pretty safe to write my innermost thoughts that are really thought-provoking and challenges the code of norm. Like how hash brown tastes ridiculously good with maple syrup. And how if u hold your pee long enough and finally go, it's as though you'd enter a whole different realm. Or how trying to type something awfully witty but really stupid is extremely difficult on your iPod.

I was just in the mood to be intelligent and argue the case of personal autonomy, the youth culture any the future after the world ends 2012. Guess gotta pass that.

GP tmr. Hope all goes well.