She's so cute, I'm gonna die!

So I may have promised a certain person that I will not party but a girl's gotta let loose sometimes. I swear that the marketing management assignment is sucking the life out of me. I see volcano eruption on my face. Boo hoo! But thank God for Santuary Spa products and my favourite Touche Express and Touche Eclat by YSL. Boo hoo no more!

 Vain's not the name. Confidence is 

Girls

 More girls

 Damn you Jaeger Bombs! You kept me up the whole night

 You just know it when you have made a wrong decision

 Boys in the girls toilet

 I love it when I call you and you answer 'What you want bitch?'

 After so many months

 'Carmen! your camera doesn't like me!'

 More toilet shots

A night out is never a night out without toilet shots

Enough of party pictures. Let me show you something super-duper adorable!

I think the only reason I watched that movie was to listen to her talk. SHE'S SO CUTE, I WANT TO HAVE A CHILD! (although I'm far from ready to have one). 

I need an engineer, a pharmacist, a project manager and an experienced marketeer to help me out.

xoxo, -carmen-

Its The Holidays!

My last post was sad and picture-less I shall pimp this one up. Easter holidays for 3 weeks before revision classes begin and then three weeks of slow death - EXAMS. Ewwwww! 

With my girls.

Had high tea with my girls today and we were building castles in the air - three of us married to rich men and all we had to do was to bum around all year round. BUT as far as I'm concerned, the three of us are not all beauty and no brain. We got it all - Brain, Boob, Beauty & Butt; hence independent women! (And yes, V, you'll be the first to be married.. I foresee myself being the last).

 In case you haven't noticed, I have chopped my hair.

Vain is not my name, confidence is 

This Easter break makes me feel like a sadist - Nowhere to go. I am in Europe but... ahh! I should consider going on a holiday by myself (but then I'll have to bear all the consequences and I'm pretty sure my parents will disagree to my idea!). Pfffttt! 

 My youngest brother is cooler than me

He finally kept his busha-busha (a sibling joke) away and started with the guitar

The only two left at home

I miss home. I hate not being able to see my youngest brother grow up. I like his Pikachu-like cheeks. So pinch-able. I hate but secretly like the fact that he is spoilt. I wonder what it feels like to be the youngest child. I was once the one and only child till my brother popped out 3 years later, then the evil sister then out of the blue, that tiny fat monkey. 

When I grow up and have kids, I want my kids to be close to one and another just like how I am close to my siblings. My parents did a great job tying us together, reminding us the importance of having our siblings as our best friends.

My dearest sister, by the time you've read this, you would have answered your 'tell me about yourself' question at the interview. I am sure you did great! *heart sign* (another sibling joke)

I have set the possibly impossible for myself - I will not sleep UNLESS I have figured out 2 chapters from Quantitative Methods. 

Till then, someone please whisk me away from this 

xoxo, -carmen-

Funny.

You see, I have this habit of trying to remember every single moment in my life especially the happy ones. I take pictures. I write. I keep tickets. Price tags. Paper bags from shopping. I even have a bag of receipts from MOST of my shopping. Hence, the thought of ME moving out is like a stab in my heart (not that I'm moving out any sooner but I still need to look for a place before they kick me out in August. Hmphh!)

I supercalifragilisticexpialidociously enjoy lying on my bed, watching TV dramas through my faithful companion with a glass of Castillo Varez. Unfortunately, the shit loads of work that I have to attend to refrains me from doing so (but I suppose people who know me well would actually disagree to the aforesaid statement).

Things have changed since the beginning of the year.

a) The smell of alcohol makes me want to throw up. 

b) The idea of partying doesn't seem appealing. 

c) I signed up for a gym membership.

d) I have The Economist at my doorstep every fortnight.

e) I was once very judgemental about almost everything but right now, its more like a I-Don't-Know-I-Won't-Judge.

Weird. But I think its a step of moving forward. My perceptions have changed after being the silent observer for several months. It wasn't easy to shut up and see/hear things go around but that was how I learned and I can tell you, I'm back. Stronger. Better. 

I am looking forward to three utmost important things right now:

a) My postgraduate application

b) Internship during summer

c) Responses from the gazillion CVs that I have submitted (and will be submitting)

This week's the first week of Easter hols but unlike last year, yours faithful will be stuck in Bristol. Let me achieve my Distinction first, make my first £1000 through Forex (thanks Gor, you got me hooked onto it just by having a short conversation with me) then I'll travel till my heart's content. 

But at least I get to look forward to my short-trip to London in two week's time =)

Just to get away. Me likey! 

xoxo, -carmen-