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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

    FrieNdly BitChes of miNe

    Joann
    Denise
    Shin Yi
    Esther

    Lynette
    Audrey
    Selyna
    Nicole
    Rosalyn
    Kenny
    Avril
    Csyin
    Natalie
    Rachael

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    Thursday, August 18, 2011


    First things first, *takes a deep breath*

    I FINALLY HAVE INTERNET AT MY NEW HOME!!!

    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.

    DAMN YOU OLD FASHIONED PEOPLE FOR THINKING THAT TATTOOS ARE THE SYMBOL OF A BAD, NAUGHTY, CRIMINAL-LY TYPE OF PEOPLE!! DAMN ALL OF YOU!!

    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.. ;