Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I WANT A RICH HUSBAND!!!!!Hell, yeah! In fact, I don't WANT a rich husband; I NEED a rich husband who can afford to pay for every single molecule of air I breathe in during this lifetime and still have sufficient leftover dough to pamper me with designer clothes and accessories.
But unlike Miss Clara who tied the knot with drama-mama Ballack from Germany, I'd go for Donald Trump instead.
Oh, you might think I'm mad or mentally disrupted for having such bad taste... but I have my reasons what! HAHAHAHA!
Firstly, if we appear on the front page of a magazine, readers would be feasting their eyes on ME and not him! Therefore, I get all the attention and limelight. Clara, you appear on front cover with Ballack... people will all look at him sia! Then what about you??? Not insulting meh?!
Secondly, they wouldn't make statements about me not matching up to him because obviously, he is the one who isn't good enough for yours truly. It's like a rose being placed in a heap of dung right? The only difference between this heap of shit and others is, this pile of excrement is worth trillions. But hey, it's still shit!
Thirdly, he's OLD. He's gonna drop dead anytime soon. So once he's in that diamond-encrusted coffin of his, I get his inheritance, I snag his hunk ol' burning oldest son and I'll migrate to some God-forsaken land and become a God-forsaken millionairess. Following up, I'd sue Donald Trump Jr. for whatever crap reasons I can find, get US$100, 000, 000 from him then change my identity and finally, I can buy over Liverpool FC.
And once I'm boss of LFC, I'd hire gunmen to kidnap Roman Abramovich and slice his belly open to remove his guts. I will also cook up some story about me being his long-lost sister who got lost in Singapore (that's why I don't look like Ang-moh but I really am Ang-moh) and I will get half his wealth. This in turn would make me richer than the King of Brunei.
So there you have it. My life-story which I will publish in my book.
I name my book, "Memoirs of a Psychopath".