Monday, October 1

Tune in


While we were basking under the redang sun we received a few missed anonymous calls. Those calls turned out to be from a Warna FM deejay who wanted to ‘interview’ us, as winners of Chew’s renovation package.

We even had to do the entire drill of grin as you hold a blown-up cheque poses – prints are posted in their showroom.

So if you hear something like, “Ya, nama saya Ery, pemenang bertuah Chew Interiors. Designya bermutu dan harganya berpatutan” you’d know that’s him.

My boyfriend, the new Chew ambassador.

I sleep with my mobile next to me now and answer every phone call. Sometimes I think it’s one of the designers calling us but it’s only the alarm. That’s cruel but I still live in hope, always praying that they’d deem us as having personalities as superficial as Pamela’s titties that they’d cast us in a TV ad for them. And only for them, I’ve cleaned my whites for the Counterfeit Smile – inspired by Vaana White. It's being perfected now.

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