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There I was scraping through the mail looking for a Singtel envelope addressed to me. I took a survey recently and was expecting to recieve my complimentary $10 Gelare voucher which I would have given away to a neighbour who relishes the taste of their waffles and ice-cream. I know, I know why the hell would I do that.. well, I wouldnt want to waddle myself selfishly to an outlet alone, would I.. share the loovveee.
Anyway, there it was in the letterbox, a fat looking letter, the sort that you don’t normally open and find your bill inside. Singtel crest – check! Addressed to my name – check! I happily walked back to the lift with the day’s mail, sorting it out among my fingers.
I put the letters on the table when I got home and opened the envelope already expecting the voucher. Hold on.. where is the voucher? I scanned the letter for keywords with my eyes and got this:
Congratulations
You have won…
Tickets
Chris Daughtry
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD ON…. where’s the word Gelare??? What no Gelare??
*a pause, brain processes a little*
Brain: Dumbass, would you please read the letter slooowwwllyyyy
Haziq: Yeash yeash.. hold on.. hmm ahh.. mhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
HOOOOOOOOOOOLY %^&*
yeaps i got the tickets.
Problem: My father. Whooah.. how would he react.. possible words include: ” WOULD YOU DIE IF YOU DIDN’t GO?”
My argument supporting my case:
1. Invites are very hard to come by
2. HELOO! He is chris daughtry.. even if I am not a fan, doesn’t mean I won’t go..
3. Its FREE tickets
4. Its prolly at night so i can do my prayers first before going..
Please consider PLEASE PLEASE consider..
