Bitches....

Hah! just before dinner, I saw a message that was supposed to attack me personally... hmmm... I've decided to be a bitch and here goes...

Well, even if I did require slimming gel (which is highly unnecessary based on my healthy exercise regimes), I'd rather slather on those irky gels than have to go for plastic surgery which I hope should salvage the sad face... at least I don't have a face that even my dog looks better than! (haha.. I'm not done being a bitch yet...) other than physical aspects, which I've definately won hands down compared to so-and-so(s). Let's go on to the intellectual arena... I definately do not have problems with my grammar nor articulation, sad to mention, I've already bagged a gold medal in The London Academy Of Music And Dramatic Art aka LAMDA, so just in case your brains still ain't working (is there one to begin with??) I'm telling you, you're messing with the wrong girl... I'm still not being maximum bitch, so, in order to save the remains of your horrendous looking face, just keep that low-class ah-lian mouth of yours shut.

Ok! enough bitching already, shouldn't waste too much of my 'precious' (guilty ones should know what this mean) time typing about such scums of the earth.