It’s sunday afternoon and it’s raining…

and I’m listening to “Wasted” by Brandi Carlile…
I was talking to my friends over lunch today about ‘citizen journalism’. Some people have taken full advantage of this term, spamming the internet with their ruthless comments or writing to the paper about issues that they have not really thought over carefully before, without facts or proofs. Pure emotional, brainless whining.

Enough said. Bottom line, I’m sick of them.

love ya bolsta :)

 Somehow I have never been a fan of stuffed toys. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing them, I just can’t hug them haha. I love bolster much much more.

When I was a toddler, I had this pink-coloured small pillow, which was quite elongated, so I’ll just assume that’s my first bolster. I named it “Buntang”.

Then as I grew older, I got a big bolster all for myself. My bolster used to be longer than my body, so it was really comfortable hugging it. It’s not warm like soft toys, and it doesn’t have funny shape that poke you in the eyes or tickle your legs.

My bolster now  is my third bolster And I’m well known as ‘bolster-tamer’ in my family since I can soften any hard bolster in short period of time LOL.

What a random post.