Day 1, 9am
Was up at an ungodly hour today. 8am! Sheesh, who does that anymore? Sad people, that’s who. The little brother needed a lift to school. Said no to the little bugger, until he brought up the mysterious bag of “chalk” he found in my drawer. God, I’m never having kids!

Day 2, 1pm
I’m too choked up to write anything today. This world has left me bitter and horrified. It’s as if all the negative forces of karma and stuff have to act against me. They have to. What a horrible cruel world.

Yes, you guessed it. I don’t have one but TWO zits today.

Day 5, 8pm
SCORE! Have my old, pretty face back. Zitless and glowing! Thank you exfoliants! Rubbed in tenderly by a squad of thin Indonesian workers at Nadia’s. She always has the best immigrant labour. What a holy woman!

Day 6, 1am
Listening to: When I Grow Up — Pussycat Dolls

The PCD rock! Besides the obvious, they sing from the soul baby, they sing from the SOUL!

Day 7, 10pm
Just got back from the theatre. Manager was on my case to watch the new Batman flick for ages. Agreed because I secretly wanted to revisit the poster of me DHA has up. Gosh, I totally PWN! I mean there’s pretty, then THERE’S PRETTY!

Anyway, the movie didn’t make much sense to me. Too loud, too dark, not enough women. Sheesh. And let’s not even talk about the make-up on that clown. What was his deal anyway? Damn art movies. I just don’t get them.

Day 8, 2 pm
Oh my god, Oh my god!

I think I found my long lost brother today. And he just might be as pretty as me.

Chuck Bass, wherever you are, I’m coming brother! I’m coming!

Day 9, 2 pm
Just watched old episodes of Johnny Bravo. Sigh. My childhood hero. Life was so simple back then. No grown-up worries such as acne, and the constant search for the perfect deep-root conditioner. Seriously though, good conditioner is like the holy grail hunt. Switched to the news channel for a bit. Still that damn war and lots of hairy men. They’re very loud, aren’t they? And wait, now who is this Barack Obama guy? What films has he done?

3 pm
Er, okay. Asked manager about Barack Obama, and I don’t know, must’ve been the connection, but his line dropped. His phone was off after that. Must’ve been the signals.

Was going to google this Obama boy, but that’s just gay. Went ahead and googled myself instead.

You know, I hate to say it, but damn. Day-yem. I got it from my mama!

Day 10, 2 pm
Went to the studio to record a new song today. Left it in a huff. The damn engineer kept on pointing out that I was off-pitch. Off-pitch, eh? You only became an engineer 20 years ago, I shouted back, while I was born in the womb singing and looking pretty. The look of shock on his face said it all.

You don’t mess with me. This pretty face can do a lot more than just be baby soft, punk.

Day 11, 6pm
Caught the new Zeb and Haniya video. Thank god we’re returning to the good old girl-boy-dance basics. None of the deeper stuff that makes no sense. Should call up the girls to congratulate them.

7 pm
Damn these cellphone connections. Called Zeb. I think she uses the same connection the manager does. Her phone’s off now. Hmm.

Day 12, 1 pm
Went bowling today. Wanted to see how the common man lives. Did badly. And kept getting hounded by damn fans. Sheesh. The nasty runts just want, want, want. But I’m a sweet guy. Just smiled and gritted my teeth about it.

Day 13, 6pm
Was the manager’s birthday today. Gave him a batch of my favorite hair conditioner. “To tenderly cure that dry scalp” I scribbled on the note. Hmm. He wasn’t too excited. Some people are like that. Ungrateful!

Day 14, 8pm
Sarah Palin is HOT-T-T! She should TOTALLY be the American President! She’d be way better than that Condi-chick. I mean seriously. Condi-chick is the worse president.

Day 15, 9pm
The cook burned the dinner today. Had to eat old, cold, salan out of the fridge. I’m a simple man with simple needs.

(Did fire him though)

Day 16, 9pm
LSA is totally happening! I love award shows. You know, the fair ones, in which I win. My item number will totally blow Atif’s head off, the jealous little runt. Life is beautiful!

Writers Note: Inspired by Cassandra Claire’s VSD series, and the wonderful self-assured pop stars of the country.

(Source : POPARAZZI: The Chronicle Continues... THE VERY SECRET BLOG OF A SELF-ASSURED POP STAR -DAWN Images; November 02, 2008 )

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