Be prepared. This entry is very, sexy, naughty, bitchy. Presented to you by the newly self proclaimed Tata Su.

Bitch Peeve of the day: I have end-of-middle-aged men reliving their period of second children and playing imbecilic hand phone games on the train (my highest score at snake was 7, so am traditionally biased). It gets really fucking irritating if those cretins haven’t figured out the “Silent” function of the fucking hand phone and in so doing have annoyed miss diva with the relentless digital sounds of people being shot and things being banged. It really makes miss diva supremely irritated. I had to restrain myself from going up to the accused and asking him to fuck off, thereafter giving him a tight slap. However, the gruesome thought of having to land my pristine palm on his greasy visage was such a turn off that I had second thoughts about executing that procedure. I hate straight men for one reason (well, not all of you are that bad…)-they don’t grow up and are not sensitive to women. Shouldn’t the guy just go home and fuck his menopausal wife? She’s probably pining away and fingering herself while she sees her ignorant husband fondle with the phone rather then her. Think men, think! Women ought to be respected!

Emotionally unstable today so I went to the big MacDonald’s and ordered lots and lots of food to feed me, myself and I. Felt better after that. Eating is the recipe for happiness, no wonder some stars and just so demented for they squander all the money on stupid macrobiotic, Cambridge and Atkins’ diets. It just makes one feel depressed and premenstrual if one is not getting enough or eating wholesome food, like a mcspicy double meal upsize drink change to ice lemon tea and add one strawberry sundae. Can I have sweet and sour and barbecue sauce please? Oh, and no lettuce in the mcspicy double Thank you.

Went for music class today wearing some clingy DKNY long-sleeved top and polka dotted pats which I made myself. Then I asked my mother what she thought after I came back and was getting ready for dinner. She said I looked fine, which was very weird as I thought I looked like something that just crawled out of Starsky and Hutch.

Oh yes, today was ORA walkajogathon collection. Heck, I couldn’t be bothered to ask for donations so I just wrote the following and donated $5.

Latoya London 0.50

Fantasia Barino 0.50

Vicki Zhao 0.50

Vivienne Westwood 0.50

Tyra Banks 0.50

Jennifer Hudson 0.50

Vera Wang 0.50

Camille Velasco 0.50

Paula Abdul 0.50

Condoleeza Rice 0.50

Mrs Ong was amused.