Rant Rant Rant
Please do not read further if you do wish to suffer the wrath of an emotional wreck's incessant ranting. I am abusing this public platform to disclose things that should be better kept so yaye shoo.
Today was soooooo stressful and horrible!!! *cries cries cries* speaking of which, I have officially lost the ability to. I woke up damn early all nervous and going crazy because of my Westlife online ticket sales. Got online at 815am and started refreshing like crazy; both on my desktop AND laptop simultaneously. Yes Im that amazing. Then came 850am and Lala called it and we started being anxious to each other on the phone. And guess what? Sistic decided it was funny if they opened it only at 915am. Can you imagine the state I was in?!?! I was already trembling with cold hands and going mental at 855am itself and they dragged it for an additional 15mins...or more. NOT funny. Once the system was open I immediately with super speed chose my 4 tickets and guess what?! I GOT THE PERFECT SEATS. There. I had 10minutes to confirm my order. I was happy. Glad. Scared. Shivering whilst I typed in my credit card details. Clicked confirm and out came a box! Saying I needed MASTERCARD. WTF. Panic. Screams. Panic. And more screams and repeated typing again and again. I stared as the countdown read 00:20...00:09...00:08...00:07...00:03...00:02...00:01. GONE. Thats it. There went my perfect tickets. I immediately refreshed my laptop to see if I could get them but no. Row 7. FUCK. Lala started crying on the phone damn badly as well. I felt like dying. It was gone. I wanted to cry I did. I couldnt. I could only scream and continue refreshing my page. Changed it to 2 tickets. Click. Row 2. Fine deal with it first. Then again the fucking mastercard needed box popped out and guess what?! This time round I somehow managed to find out why. Its my bloody collection option. Nice. After a lot of headache and all we managed to get a total of 4 first row seats but seperated =[ Might have to sit 4 seats away from Lala and she has the best seat in the house so shes definitely not giving her ticket up for trade. Hopefully everything goes well on the day itself. I need to STOP stressing =[ But seriously Im freakishly pissed at myself for losing the initial 4 tickets. My stress and anxiety has always been my archilles heel. I should have read the pop-up box/ entire page carefully. I had 10minutes. Fuck my life. Hopefully I will get over this in the near future. And Ive been wanting to see the doctor for anxiety pills for ages but never got around it. Maybe its about time I do.
Then immediately after the ticket headache; I got myself 7 tickets and Lala had 6 and btw we were screaming over our handphones on loudspeaker for the entire 1hr plus. Gosh. Anyways yah I went onto my facebook right after and whooo hmv notice came up with Super Junior's 5th Alb currently on the shelf. Immediately started getting ready to leave after telling mummy. Decided to call HMV first to ask if they had all 10 covers and if it was possible they reserve it for me for the next half an hour. The girl was kind and she asked me what covers I was looking for. I had partially happy for like a second before she told me they were not available when I revealed the two names. That was ok. Then she told me that the people that pre-ordered had taken my Donghae covers. WHAT.THE.FUCK. I was sooooo pissed. I wanted to pre-order when the bitch at the counter told me that pre-ordering did not entitle me to choose my covers; she DID NOT tell me that I was gonna have priority in choosing my cover from whatever stock they had. Fuck you bitch. So I went down to HMV to freaking scream at the people. Too bad the retarded girl couldnt do anything and after much much much debate I got my Leeteuk cover. URGH. Well I guess I should be relatively happy since Leeteuk's cover is sold out in whole of Korea and I guess he is afterall my facebook dp. Sigh.
After having my head explode for the second time today I headed over to ION orchard to collect my concert tickets. Thank god the lady there was a cute cute cute lady who got really excited over the fact that she just learnt that Westlife was coming haha. Super funny. Collected all 7 tickets nicely and walked around a bit before heading home.
Then my third stressful moment came when Lala told me that my pair of row 1 tickets were right at the corner sigh. Which made me have a headache over seating arrangments for the 4 of us within the first row. Spent the whole remaining afternoon being pissed at my freaking stupidity. Could barely get a good short afternoon nap before heading for training.
Yes I still suck. Sigh I really think I should just let go but somehow I cant bear to. Fuck you you stupid lowlife bastard. I blame you for ending my cheer career. May you rot in hell with slutface.
Ok enough angst for today I should get back to shouting "Hey! Im Mr Simple!" randomly. Damn instead of just listening to the song and prancing around maybe I should really heed their advice in the song. RELAX. Ok emo kid Phoebe Feehily signing off now ciao!
Today was soooooo stressful and horrible!!! *cries cries cries* speaking of which, I have officially lost the ability to. I woke up damn early all nervous and going crazy because of my Westlife online ticket sales. Got online at 815am and started refreshing like crazy; both on my desktop AND laptop simultaneously. Yes Im that amazing. Then came 850am and Lala called it and we started being anxious to each other on the phone. And guess what? Sistic decided it was funny if they opened it only at 915am. Can you imagine the state I was in?!?! I was already trembling with cold hands and going mental at 855am itself and they dragged it for an additional 15mins...or more. NOT funny. Once the system was open I immediately with super speed chose my 4 tickets and guess what?! I GOT THE PERFECT SEATS. There. I had 10minutes to confirm my order. I was happy. Glad. Scared. Shivering whilst I typed in my credit card details. Clicked confirm and out came a box! Saying I needed MASTERCARD. WTF. Panic. Screams. Panic. And more screams and repeated typing again and again. I stared as the countdown read 00:20...00:09...00:08...00:07...00:03...00:02...00:01. GONE. Thats it. There went my perfect tickets. I immediately refreshed my laptop to see if I could get them but no. Row 7. FUCK. Lala started crying on the phone damn badly as well. I felt like dying. It was gone. I wanted to cry I did. I couldnt. I could only scream and continue refreshing my page. Changed it to 2 tickets. Click. Row 2. Fine deal with it first. Then again the fucking mastercard needed box popped out and guess what?! This time round I somehow managed to find out why. Its my bloody collection option. Nice. After a lot of headache and all we managed to get a total of 4 first row seats but seperated =[ Might have to sit 4 seats away from Lala and she has the best seat in the house so shes definitely not giving her ticket up for trade. Hopefully everything goes well on the day itself. I need to STOP stressing =[ But seriously Im freakishly pissed at myself for losing the initial 4 tickets. My stress and anxiety has always been my archilles heel. I should have read the pop-up box/ entire page carefully. I had 10minutes. Fuck my life. Hopefully I will get over this in the near future. And Ive been wanting to see the doctor for anxiety pills for ages but never got around it. Maybe its about time I do.
Then immediately after the ticket headache; I got myself 7 tickets and Lala had 6 and btw we were screaming over our handphones on loudspeaker for the entire 1hr plus. Gosh. Anyways yah I went onto my facebook right after and whooo hmv notice came up with Super Junior's 5th Alb currently on the shelf. Immediately started getting ready to leave after telling mummy. Decided to call HMV first to ask if they had all 10 covers and if it was possible they reserve it for me for the next half an hour. The girl was kind and she asked me what covers I was looking for. I had partially happy for like a second before she told me they were not available when I revealed the two names. That was ok. Then she told me that the people that pre-ordered had taken my Donghae covers. WHAT.THE.FUCK. I was sooooo pissed. I wanted to pre-order when the bitch at the counter told me that pre-ordering did not entitle me to choose my covers; she DID NOT tell me that I was gonna have priority in choosing my cover from whatever stock they had. Fuck you bitch. So I went down to HMV to freaking scream at the people. Too bad the retarded girl couldnt do anything and after much much much debate I got my Leeteuk cover. URGH. Well I guess I should be relatively happy since Leeteuk's cover is sold out in whole of Korea and I guess he is afterall my facebook dp. Sigh.
After having my head explode for the second time today I headed over to ION orchard to collect my concert tickets. Thank god the lady there was a cute cute cute lady who got really excited over the fact that she just learnt that Westlife was coming haha. Super funny. Collected all 7 tickets nicely and walked around a bit before heading home.
Then my third stressful moment came when Lala told me that my pair of row 1 tickets were right at the corner sigh. Which made me have a headache over seating arrangments for the 4 of us within the first row. Spent the whole remaining afternoon being pissed at my freaking stupidity. Could barely get a good short afternoon nap before heading for training.
Yes I still suck. Sigh I really think I should just let go but somehow I cant bear to. Fuck you you stupid lowlife bastard. I blame you for ending my cheer career. May you rot in hell with slutface.
Ok enough angst for today I should get back to shouting "Hey! Im Mr Simple!" randomly. Damn instead of just listening to the song and prancing around maybe I should really heed their advice in the song. RELAX. Ok emo kid Phoebe Feehily signing off now ciao!
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