There’s something about My Missed Date With Ono Lisa

Being a big fan of her, I was naturally thrilled the other day when I received this flyer: Ono Lisa’s coming for her maiden concert in Singapore.

The bad news is that the concert happens to fall on the evening before an exam. Damn.

I can think of several good reasons not to go for the concert, with the first one being the jeopardization of my exams. Secondly, I can save a lot of money, or get her CDs instead.

The final reason is that I’ll be watching the concert alone. I have watched movies all by myself before, but I’m not too sure if I can handle a full-length concert. I bet it will feel weird.

Then I recalled something I read a long time ago, probably by someone very famous and probably very dead: Life is too short for regrets. And I don’t want to regret having missed Ono Lisa. My exams can be prepared before hand; the money can always be earned back again; I don’t mind being on my own at times.

So I went to book my ticket online.

I think I made a great decision because I was allocated a great seat: dead centre, and just a few rows from the front. I happily proceeded to check-out.

And that was when the booking system screwed up on me. Apparently, the system couldn’t recognize my card, which entitles me to a good discount. I am too lazy to call the staff to sort things out.

And that’s how I missed my date with Ono Lisa.

Signing off, Barneysaurus