Alright forget that stupid notice for now.. I'm gonna tell you how MJ's "This Is It" is after watching it tomorrow anyway.
So I was happily minding my own business when SUDDENLY,
My phone vibrated and I got this freaking sms from......
DIGI and it reads
"YOU ARE INVITED TO MEET ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS"
Screw life. Screw the law of attraction. Screw every principle I believe in for now.
ARE. YOU. FREAKING. KIDDING. ME?!?!?!?!?!
I'm feeling a surge of mixed-emotions because I'm so overthetop-ly ecstatic for me for once again being so dang lucky but SO SO SO outrageously annoyed at the fact that I'll be passing at this mad mad opportunity to kiss the ground Tyson Ritter has walked on T.T
I'm not going. Don't ask why. Ok ask. But when I'm happier. ='(
For those who're basking for joy at the fact that I actually won the M&G pass:
Hurrah for you.For those who're sniggering (ohiknowyouare) that I won't ACTUALLY be meeting them:
Dang youFor those who're eyeing for my tickets:
BOO SAMA YOU!
*sniff* No need to save a seat for me Ty. :'(

A box of tissues

A tub of ice-cream

And a nice BIIIIIIIG comforting hug
is all I need right now.
Bye peeps.
:'(