This is ing great. Me enjoying the party, hanging out with cool people, meeting the top superstar, Justin Bieber. I am simply awesome.

Great. Cool. Glamourous.

The one and only G-Dragon.

Why would I care about one stupid photo? I do way more than that with my circle of friends. Oh, how I love it when he looks at me with his sad eyes everytime I play around like this. I bet he is pouting and holding his phone now, thinking really hard how to reply without being obvious. I’m dying to see his face now. If only I could fly to Japan now.

I ing hate that stupid photo.

“Hyung… How are you doing? I saw your pictures. I wanna meet Justin Bieber too.. Oh, so jealous. I wish I was there with you too.”

How predictable.

You just couldn’t stop yourself right? I paid you back tenfold. It was your fault anyway. Who said you could enjoy yourself without me? Who said you could act like that to a mere unknown guy.

“Hyung… I was just playing with him. There were many people with us. It was really just for fun. Please don’t misunderstand.”

Amazing. Not even once did I mention the picture. Not even once did I ask about the bastard in the picture with you. All I had to do was ignore your calls since I first saw it. Though I did expect you to get the message.

“Hyung.. Did you see it? I am number 1 on