Plastic Mannequins with perfect bodies

I was helping my neighbour getting ready for her prom which is tonight at some flashy hotel. Actually I was just fussing around her helping her with the make up and hairdo. You know, those kinda stuff no one wants to help do.

Jon: There you go, you look fabulous.
Che: No lah, so ugly.
Jon: Well, at least you like yourself.
Che: Yeah, not like a plastic mannequin.
Jon: Uh huh... big time.

You see, the "hottest blogger" in Singapore is just a hot girl with a blog. Plus she wasn't hot. Get that. It's not a grammatical error. She WASN'T hot. But of course, due to the hardened petroleum we called plastic she's now a Singaporean Eurasian with Thai/Dutch blood. How how exotic... oooooooh! Can I be Richard Gere so I can hook up with all them mamas in Hollywood? So I can grab little Indian girls on the chest while they buy birds? Ok that's another story, but you get the drift. Ms Plastic has the guts to deny (yes, deny) a plastic job when the evidence is oh, everywhere on the net. I guess there's lots more she needs to learn about being a mannequin celebrity. Meanwhile, let's not give her stick. She's nice to look at. At least until a Michael Jackson occurs, then she might have no friends.