Dancing In The Rain
QueEn of BiTches

I wanted to type this long ass description bout me.
But I'm too lazy.
So I'll just describe myself in one sentence:

I am special =)

mE m3 Me

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    2010 Resolutions

    + Spend less. Save more.
    + Get another tattoo
    + Control my temper
    + Keep in touch with more people
    + Spend less.
    + To control my impatient-ness
    + Work hard
    + Stop smoking
    + Drink less
    + Stop having blackout nights
    + Exercise more
    + Spend less.
    + Eat more
    + Blog more
    + Stop procasinating
    + Stop skipping meals
    + Master my French

    I *heart*

    + My Bunny
    + Drinking =)
    + Clubbing
    + Chocolates
    + My Besties
    + Laughing
    + Swimming
    + Towering heels
    + Movies
    + Flaming Lamborghini
    + Laughing
    + Sunglasses
    + Dancing in d rain
    + Crying in d dark

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    Carmen Ho                                                                            


    And she survived.. ;

    Tuesday, September 6, 2011

    SO this is what happened to my eyebrows. Imagine that dark brown patch all red and all over my eyebrows. I looked like I had 4 angry caterpillars fighting on my face. And it's all because of the viet girl who used the WRONG wax on my face. 

    She had the fucking balls (or fucking stupid. I'm putting my money on fucking stupid) to tell me that it is normal and that if I put some ice it will be better. Erm hello?? Do I look like a complete idiot or a eyebrow wax virgin for that matter? i know how after waxed skin is suppose to look like. 

    Then I threw a complete bitch fit (not my proudest moment) and they told me I won't have to pay for the wax and pedicure I had and even have the balls to give me complimentary wax next time. Fuck that shit if you think I'm stupid enough to come back again. 

    In the end, I sucked it up and ignored it. Queen of avoidance remember? And I went to Sydney and fucking rocked it. Well I think I'm so good at ignoring it is because I was drinking the whole time. Even before boarding we were hitting back vodka. I was a wee be worried that the air attendant would ban us from boarding cz I was so fucking high but no, I even got a couple bottles of wine onboard. LOL

    But Sydney was pretty cool even though I was either drunk or extremely hungover. I didn't even had the time to do touristy stuff. I didn't see the Sydney Opera House. I spent most of my time drinking in Darling Harbor and the casino where the guys won shit loads of money (which means more drinks!). Good news, I didn't even fall once or lost my passport and got back to the hotel safe =)

    And I rocked that botched eyebrows in the club. Seriously, everyone was so nosy and kept asking me what happened. So I kept making up weird shit like it's and aboriginal custom and that's dried mud. It's henna and I was at a wedding. I'm a fucking alien. And then they buy me a shot ;D

    And she survived.. ;

    Wednesday, August 24, 2011

    Sometimes I really pity lecturers. They work on their teaching materials and try to make it as interesting as possible. But then it's not his fault that the students are not interested but at least show some respect to them man.

    I mean I rarely pay attention in class too. Ask me what we've discussed in a 3 hour long class n I'll look at u with a "What??" expression. Cz seriously, I never listen.

    But at least I don't talk or laugh while they're teaching. It's just RUDE people. So fucking rude. And he's one of my favourite lecturer too. Kesian him cz he's way to nice to tell of students.

    On a brighter note, I've finished my assignment 3 days before due date!! Woooaaahh, its not the end of the world is it? Are pigs flying? Lol I'm just too excited 4 my sydney trip so I'm so fucking motivated to finish ALL assignments b4 I leave. And I will.
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    And she survived.. ;

    Thursday, August 18, 2011

    First things first, *takes a deep breath*


    Pheww.. Glad I got that out. I know I can use internet at uni but it just feels weird to blog there cz fucking nosy ppl sits beside me. I don't even want some friends reading it let alone some busybody.

    Since my last post, tons of things happened in my life.

    My baby died. And god did that fucking hurt. Especially being so far from him and not being able to hold him. Best part? I was at work when that happened. I broke down in the middle of the shift and my manager had to send me home and told me to call in the morning if I'm not able to come to work the next day. At least he understands that Darling Boy is not just a pet like some ppl does.

    To be honest, I'm still not over it and it's been 1 month and 1 day now. I count every single day. Sometime I look at his pic (which I have all over my dresser) and I think about going back to msia to see him. Then a second or two passes by and BAM! I realize he's not here anymore. And it sucks =( But life goes on and I keep marching through it like a motherfucking trooper.

    What else? I moved to a new house. It's fucking BIG. A little further from old house to work but hey, at least I'm waaaay nearer to a hospital. Like right opposite the royal children hosp lol

    And I'm definitely gonna get another tattoo. This time I'm back to "Memento Mori". Cause somehow the death of Darling Boy just reminds me of this. The fragility of life. One moment he's here and the next.. And I wanna get cherry blossoms to go with the words cz it means the same thing.

    My friend said to tattoo a trail of cherry blossoms from my back to over my shoulder to my front.

    Thing is, I already have a front shoulder tattoo and it might look a wee bit crowded on the front. I was actually thinking of my wrist but then in the hospitality industry it is pretty damn risky to have it there.


    It's a motherfucking work of ART ok? We tattooed people are actually pretty damn decent. Better then some un-marked people too. Hmph!

    This is fucking awesome. I bet it hurt like hell near the breast area.

    And this looks like watercolour. I like.

    I wanna get it before summer starts so it can heal properly without sunlight hitting on it but then again I don't wanna rush it. I just need to find a good artist to design it for me.

    WELL moving on, I'm going to Sydney!! Woohoo! I can't wait. I need a fucking vacation man. It's for a friend's bucks night. Like a real bucks night. Not the kind where it's actually a hens night but we dressed as guys and celebrate like how a guy does.

    Which was strip club and massive amount of alcohol and it ended the way it always ended (ie: me not remembering anything once we hit the fifth venue of the night but props for me cause I was the last one partying standing while the rest went home)

    But SYDNEY!! God Sydney. It's in 2 weeks and days just don't pass fast enough.

    And then it's Thailand in Feb 2012. Beach, sun, waves and (hopefully) hot guys. Cheap massage (not the kinky shit ppl), cheap shopping, cheap alcohol. What more could a girl ask for?

    Imagine sitting on one of those blue beach chairs. Feeling the warm sun on your face, the breeze in your hair and a ice cold margarita in one hand... Heaven.

    And she survived.. ;

    Saturday, June 4, 2011

    Soooo... I feel like I'm about to expire. As in I shld be thinking bout marriage and kids. 2 friends are getting married in July n 4 friends are having a baby. Wow. I really need to stop hanging out with people who are older than me. But then again, one of the girl getting married is only 20. 1 year younger than me. So getting younger friends doesn't really help either.

    But still, babies scared the shit outta me. I mean they are cute and all but only when I don't own them. When they start crying or shitting or puking, I can just hand them back to their moms. Those babies, I love.

    And don't even mention marriage. 3 words for you. Way. Too. Young. I'm still living my life. Enjoying my freedom. Loving single life. What's not to love? No commitment, no dramas, no messed up emotions. All fun, no strings attached. Well, most of the times is not strings attached. If there is, I just cut it. Like the mean emotionless bitch I know I am lol

    I'm not done with partying yet. I still need to go wild, drinking. And messing around. And I'm so excited for one of the girl's bucks night. Apparently we are gonna dress up in suits and ties (like a man, cz the theme is 'Like A Man') and have dinner in one of melb's famous restaurant by evening and club by night hot-spot and then move on to a strip club. A STRIP CLUB! But I'm not too sure whether it's gonna be a sexy man or sexy lady strip club. Hmm.. Well at least I get to dress up like a man and party like one =)

    And she survived.. ;