Something worse than falling out with mum

My shower towel has a hole in it, torn after getting caught with my earings. The hole's getting larger, and that feeling of something nice getting robbed of me is returning. You can't find a towel like this in any US supermarkets. All they sell are silky, flower-shaped bundles that are hard to grip and impossible to reach the back. The ones sold in Korean grocery stores have different grades. The one I'm using is supposed to be patented. Both mum and dad love it. The material gives a delicious tingle to the skin. I guess if I want another one like this I really might have to go to Jo's store in Anchorage Alaska. I can just go during semester time, when Jo's safely on the East Coast, and her mum's unlikely to recognise me. If SY reads this, I guess one more appeal doesn't hurt. In any case he likes giving surprises, so I don't mind having a dozen shower towels suddenly delivered to my doorstep. But I think he doesn't have my address. Well to tell the truth the ones SY brought from Korea weren't even as good as my present one.

So fuggedaboudit. Or I can check out Korean grocery stores in Singapore. Where though?