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When it rains, it storms.

No puns intended. This liner just illustrates how things can go wrong and really wrong. Like what happened today.

I decided to catch a nap last night so that I could wake up later, and catch MJ's memorial service that was scheduled to air at some ungodly 1.30am. I did wake up, although at 2.30am, wondering why I had no recollection of my alarm going off earlier, or of me waking up to turn off the alarm. I realised, within a few seconds, that I had forgotten to activate that blessed one time alarm after having modified the time.

Blunder #1: I went back to sleep, not knowing that that memorial service would last until 3.30am. Had I known, I would have just turned on the telly and watched the remains of the broadcast.

And so, having installed a new cable TV point in my room, I wasted no time in having my brother's PC record the encore broadcast that took place at 5.30pm. The darling tuition teacher decided to come early today and I had to set everything in a hurry to minimise any disruption. It wasn't a surprise then, that the broadcast recorded without the audio element. It was as good as the glorious days of silent TV, albeit rendered in all the wonders of HDTV.

Blunder #2: I deleted the entire recording and emptied the recycle bin.

So that was it. I never got to catch that memorial AT ALL. The little snippets of the service I found online, and while watching the news channel. All impressions were of Paris' emotional speech, as well as Mariah's and Trey Lorenz's rendition of the song, I'll be there.

So long, MJ. I wont be getting the DVD of your memorial service (if there's any to begin with) but I have a mind about including your magical, radical influence on the music scene in my upcoming project on performing arts. Would that be okay with you?

A close brother asked me about my love life. We have this mutual understanding with each other such that when he goes "so how?" I'll know that he's referring to my love life, or rather, the lack of it.

I'm really starting to wonder if I'm some social inadequate or what- I'm finding it progressively hard to socialise, and even approach that lady. This sounds really mushy, but for now, I'm content to be able to catch her smile and even talk to her occasionally-yeah!

And that's one thing that hasn't gone wrong (: