Oh my god I just had the freakiest dream ever. BTW Ustaz Hamid, if you ever make any comments to me, then I'm going to delete all your tags. I can and I'm not afraid to use this.
I dreamt that we had like, this weird religious party at my house and my family invited all the religious people to our house, with the exception of Ustaz Hamid, of course. Because he's a fictional character and that he's so freaking annoying. Ok, so it was like a teenager's party except that there were a lot of old people. Then, suddenly, I had a Tiger Beer in my hand and I started drinking it and it tasted disgusting. And it seems like they had the chewy bits like Nata de Coco.
This was all a dream. Don't be scandalised by it.
A letter to the judges of Project Runway.
Please do not try to act like Janice Dickinson. You're trying your hardest, but the only judge that makes me laugh is Janice herself. Don't try to make rude comments to the designers like the part where you said "Looks like my cat chewed a ball of yarn and spitted it out". It's not even funny. And that was really rude. Janice Dickinson is not rude in a mean way, she's rude in a funny way. Anyway, you're only going to stay there for one week and you'll be out of the judging panel forever. Because in fashion, you're either in or you're out.
The only judge that I like is Heidi Klum. She doesn't say anything. And I love her accent. My mother still can't believe that she's married to this black rapper called Seal. I also can't believe that a white German woman would marry a black ghetto superstar.
And Betsey Johnson was on Project Runway. Hehe. But she kind of looks like a man if you look at her close-up.