10am. My handphone beeps. SMS. Groggy, I read it.
What? Had I missed something? Scratching my head, I slowly crawl out of bed. Weird girl, wonder what she's talking about.
An hour later, while I was reading the newspaper, another SMS came in.
Dude, you are on page 16 of the Star. So are you the girl in the picture? Haha.
It was
Kenneth. I was starting to think this was some dream, the one where everyone knew the joke except me. Only I became the joke in the end. Man, two SMS-es from people I haven't heard from in ages. Better take a look at the papers again.
I turn to page 16.
What girl? Is everyone smoking too much of that liquid tobacco-shit at Warong Don? I looked harder. Then, I noticed the ad at the bottom left.
Omigod!
Suddenly, everything made sense in this crazy world.
For the record, I don't endorse Vista. I've never spoken to them. Without my glasses, I still can't walk 50m without banging into a lamp post.
But it was still way funny to see my name in the ad. Me and Kenneth ended up debating who was 'Jon Chew' in the picture - the girl or the dog. I would have liked to imagine I was the one on top of the girl, some Vista spy took a photo through the window, super-imposed the mutt instead of me, and used it for their ad.
Right. Now that would be a dream.
Made my day, though.
j
