Monday, September 29, 2008

disaster and disbelief.

i cannot begin to describe my post-promos weekend with dread.
it started out a beautiful weekend early on thurs.
only to be totally shattered by the horrors of the night of 28th september.

first, i'm so sorry my dear friends...
i decided not to reply through tagboard,
cause you'll probably see a chunk of my replies,
given my frequency of visiting my own blog.
so i'll reply you guys through my post!

haha, talk about coincidence shuyi!
let's see if you'll see this infrequent post of mine too!
hehe..

my dearest hongrulezxxoo,
no you are talking to me, not the four little green men..
i didn't get to see you on tv though...
i was near tears towards the end.
disappointment, disappointment.

yes, xiaoxi, the meatballs were really really nice!
i'm so glad i caught up with you that day...

i really miss you a lot too xinyi!
it was so great seeing you on sat...
can't wait to see you soon too!
love you loads!

thursday was great: we went for ice-cream,
and i polished off a mud-pie,
and a double-scoop.
and i was a very happy person that day.
the night went so well as i finished catching up with:
one tree hill,
gossip girl,
priviledged,
90210.

then friday was spent shopping!
though i didn't get anything,
(there were so many things i just couldn't decide what to get)
it was still so great to be out...

met up with ru, shuyi and xinyi on saturday at marina square.
and the excitement of f1 was all over the place.
the porridge buffet was totally value-for-money.
my parents brought us back to the marina area that night.
the sheer sound of the cars' engines and tyres against the streets was simply exhilarating.
though my mom clearly didn't understand what the fuss was about.
the thought of raikonnen and massa driving past only 50m away was pure joy.
even though no one could see anything.
when i got the news that kimi was first for awhile,
i was sent right up to cloud nine.

then came sunday.

F1 ended disastrously for me last night.
and it was made worse when you have a hamilton fan for a father.
granted that hamilton only got third,
he still freak got podium!
like: WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS ALONSO DOING WITH THE CHAMPION'S TROPHY.
i so did not want to see raikonnen's face,
i'll bet i would probably breakdown.
thank goodness they only showed his disappointed backview.
which wasn't of any consolation either.

i was distraught when i saw the ferrari team struggle with massa.
then when i realized how far both raikonnen and massa fell behind in the rankings,
i just slumped.
the tiny glimmer of hope for a ferrari 1-2 just dissipated into thin air,
within what, 30 seconds?

the final blow was watching kimi raikonnen crash so abruptly and suddenly into that freak wall.
i cannot believe i saw the entire thing with my very own eyes.
and when i saw how badly the tyre was hit,
there it was.
GAME OVER.

so i just reeled in shock and disbelief,
while my chirpy happy dad was pipping for hamilton to win.
then came the most traumatising part.
the checquered flag,
as fernando alonso that a**hole of a son of a b**** became the first to win the first night race in F1 history and the first Singapore GP.
UNBELIEVABLE.
and when mclaren topped ferrari on the constructions' table,
i just tuned off,
after my dad told me off for swearing.
i haven't been sworing for awhile now,
but last night was too much for me to handle.
so while my dad blabbered on about how great hamilton is.
i just got so bitter all i heard was murmers.
i'm upset, totally.
freaking upset, freaking bitter.
it's like 06' World Cup all over again.

peace.

then spidey crashed into my room so i had to stop and see if he's ok at 9/29/2008 07:36:00 AM