daddy dearest

i finally collected my o level certificate today. i actually never wanted to go and collect it instead i wanted them to like call me and force me to go down there. haha. but no i decided and my mum was screaming at me, so maybe that decided. i was really hoping that they printed it incorrectly. haha. but of course not. that fugly grade stayed. i shall follow lina's advice and just cover the first line that's all. haha.

i told my mum about the s41 class bbq
"mum next fri i have a class bbq"
"oh okay."
"can i go?"
"yeah shouldnt be a problem."

(i had to ask in case we randomly ended up in malaysia and all that. plus my cousins are coming down from bangkok for 2 weeks to stay with us. oh now things will get squashy.)

so anyway, my mum thinks its my tj class. haha. like get real. i think that a class outing with my tj class is highly unlikely especially after the dismal attempt on vesak day. maybe things would get better. hmmm... one of the things that really stops us from being a class is the fact that there are far too many subject combinations in the class. i think. or maybe its just us.

i dunno whether to tell her that its actually my vj class. she may just blow. she hates me having this constant association with vj when i'm already out. but i constantly have to argue and tell her, it's de ppl im meeting man, not the school or wateva.

wateva. i don care. watever it is, on the 16th i shall be there.i hope.

i had this weird freaky dream that if i sleep for tonight's world cup match, costa rica would win 2-0. hmmm. i'd like costa rica to win :) germany does have a rather suckish defence.i hope serbia and montenegro make it far in this year's world cup campaign. that'll be really cool. but c'mon everybody, do the samba!!! brasil!!!

last month, my dad dangled the possibility of us watching the world cup live in germany. and so i got all excited and he was being absolutely serious. and then a couple of days later...

dad: we're gonna go to germany!
me: woohoo!

i go absolutely delirious.
and five minutes of celebration and joy later, reality hits me square in the face.

dad: if i strike the lottery anytime soon.

why thank you dad for the false hope. much needed. reality hurts.

and then 2 days ago, he was saying that he knows some guy with a pair of finals tickets. and i was like we have to get them and he was like if u pay for the tickets(me and my sis were supposedly going) i'll pay for the accomodation and all that.

of course i wasn't gonna fall for his crap twice and knowing my dad, this was probably not gonna happen. but i was still rather excited. hope, dangles on a string.(ooooh i love that song) oh yah where was i? right. so, today he finds out that they aren't the grand finals tickets but some poland match or summin and the tickets had already been sold.

so there, no surprise, i'm not going to germany.

oh yes, my dad did add one thing though, apparently we're going to europe at the end of the year.

well, i wouldn't count on that.

but i really hope we do.