i googled, but failed, to find a picture of supposed korean singing sensation, lee an, who visited our shop the other day and plastered his big, ugly signature on the under side of the cover page of my once-beautiful notebook.

the said notebook has been chucked to one side, and it has since not failed to evoke an expression of 'eeww-ness' each time i set eyes on it. like i even wanted his ugly signature in the first place, and of all places, he had to sign at the under side of the cover page, under my beautiful name. the space where i had reserved for my beloved da dong. urgh!!

and u cant expect me to tear out the cover page right? it is the cover page after all. the cute cover page. of all pages, that freaking ugly sensation had to sign on a page where i cant tear it out. stupid de.

bk was so excited to see him, i tell u. she was practically talking to him the entire time, plastering her face into all of the photographer's shots, much to his exasperation of cuz. and to think i was coerced into the photo taking session with the aunties and that ugly singing sensation. urgh!! hopefully, my smirk doesnt appear in the pathetic article on the 72nd issue of u-weekly according to, i cant remember who liao la.

in any case, i'm thinking it wont. afterall, lee an is this unknown whoever, and i doubt the article would be big enough to even feature anything redundant, like us.

and it was really damn paisae because i was like, 'huh? got ming xing ar? who? where?' and i was looking around the shop and then, noticing no one relatively famous, i went to tell sally, 'aiya. must be not famous one la.' i think the manager or somebody heard me and was like explaining he's some korean star based in singapore or something la. like i'm even remotely interested lor. waste my time pretending to be impressed.

not famous means not famous.


anyways, didi managed to get into rp. after a whole month of torturous wait, he's at least managed to get into poly. yes i know rp is like shit, but better than nothing la. i dun think i was this happy when i knew i got into jc, or even nus. *yay*

my boyfriend say cannot keep musing about how cute he is, or else my friends will start to pang seh me. oh well. he's starting to become uncute anyways.. smelly and all, having just reached home, and still playing away at his stupid game, refusing to go bath.


oh, and my spiteful mother went to sew a patch of cloth over the front part of my bolster because she thinks its too smelly. like i asked her to smell it lor. now my bolster has none of its defining characteristics liao la.

it used to be..
smelly, but its my smell, so i like. my years of salivating essence, plus sneezes, plus the occasional tears and all.

it used to be..
harder at the top and softer at the bottom where i kiap it at.

it used to be..
shiny at the top part because i must touch it to make me fall asleep.

all gone! all gone!


i shall go mourn the lost essence of me-ness in my bolster, as i cough away.

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