I was supposed to leave Singapore about 6 hours ago. Guess what. My flight was cancelled because the plane was deemed unfit for flying. Wow. The guy at the airline counter said he'll try and put me on the next available flight. But when is the next available flight?!

All the goodbyes, all the "I'll-miss-you"s, all the "remember-to'write"s are temporarily wasted. Last night most of my good friends called to say goodbye. 4 of my friends stayed overnight at my place so that we can go to the airport together this morning. 2 more people went to the airport directly to see me off too. So embarrassing.

But of course, that's not the focus here. I'm already relatively calm right now. After having had my nap, lunch and my fair bit of sobbing and "why-me"s. Generally I don't freak out that easily over air travel problems. I've had my share of almost-missing-my-plane, really-missing-my-plane, at-the-wrong-terminal, passport-problem incidents but I'm usually the one to remain chirpy and generally irritatingly careless.

However, apparently this morning was still too hard to handle. OK, I cannot fly off now. OK, not today. OK, possibly not even tomorrow. Great, so I'm going to miss my reporting time. I'm going to miss a complusory engineering briefing too. Brilliant. It's not so much of a big deal, now that I think of it, but going to university is a fresh new experience. I fully intend to attend all the programmes, all briefings, all things that are supposed to help me adjust to that new school. So now not only do I have to adjust to the new school and new place, I have to adjust to be being late and being the least informed and most mal-adjusted person around. I'm just very uncomfortable with that.

Like today is not unlucky enough, I come home to realise that I cannot find one important document and I cannot open my luggage to check. My dad probably accidentally swiped at the number lock and changed the combination. So when I just couldn't open my luggage case, I just started sobbing. It's embarrassing actually, just collapsing beside my big suitcase, wailing like a spoilt brat.

I've had such bad luck these few days I don't even know how to start whining about it. But at least I know one thing is for sure. The friends I have now are definitely going to be with me for the rest of my life. I hope so anyway. My flight is 6.30 am and I know that it's far too early to expect anyone to come and see me off. But my friends did. Although of course their "mission" failed in the sense I didn't actually leave. When we realised that I'm having problems with my flight, they stuck around and tried to cheer me up by cracking some good/bad jokes. I really appreciate it. Thanks pals. It's times like this that distinguishes the real friends.

So for that reason, I would like to thank Agnes, Cheryl, Wallace, Xinyi and David. Those who have unfortunately missed this opportunity to put yourself on my A-list, don't worry, judging from my luck, plenty of oppportunites. Just wait for my next misfortune. Of course, cash will do just fine too.

I can't believe I'm still in the mood to crack that kind of joke. The time now is 3.30pm. The airline guy said he'll call sometime between 3pm and 6pm. Argh.