Does this look like someone who can say those words? LOL–You don’t even have to answer that! Apparently, word’s out that Anne Curtis can be maldita like the rest of us. Enough of the pretentious “People Asia’s National Sweetheart” image already.
I woke up this morning reading over Anne’s apologetic series of tweets. It didn’t make sense to me at first, of course. But words travel fast and in a couple of minutes, I get to know the scene that happened over the weekend at Prive. Soon enough, the entire Philippines has been having Anne Curtis’ mention of juice cleanse diet being somewhat responsible for what happened as the butt of all jokes.
Do you honestly think it would even matter if it was Ellen Adarna, Andi Eigenmann, or Marian Rivera who did what Anne pulled in Prive? The only reason why people are feasting over it is because it was Anne who did it. Period. It’s like the pa-tweetums, cry-baby, and fragile little shih-tzu suddenly turned into a raging rottweiler.
If I were in her shoes, I would have owned up to that. If JLC and Jake Cuenca were really being an ass pulling that prank–enough for me to be ballistic, why not? That ought to give them a clear message not to mess with me.
But what Anne did: (1) slapping the first three people she saw; (2) screaming “I can buy you, your friends, and this club!” like a total bitch-diva–which, by the way, is a qualified entry to my burnbook; and (3) being head-on with another known bitch-diva Phoemela Baranda is a total winning entry! I just didn’t like that she had to make palusot about the juice cleansing thing.
I’m just glad I am not a celebrity. I can lash out and send my bitch-fitting up in the fanciest colors whenever I feel like it.
Anyway, goodnight, dolls! Drink moderately! And juice cleanse with caution. HAHAHAHAHHAHA!