Nicolekiss’s New Year Resolutions 2008

Short Note: Have a Happy New Year to all my readers!!


I hardly make new year resolutions, one because I believe that you don’t need the New Year as a starting point to set a goal. Goals should be set whenever deemed necessarily and worked towards it within the given set amount of time or the shortest possible time that’s acceptable to you.

Two, because it’s like a curse. New Year’s resolutions never come true! Never achievable and least likely to be bothered by most who failed to pursue it. It’s true!!! A universal known fact.

I mean, why bother make a list anyway?

But then it doesn’t really matter, resolutions are still resolutions anyway, whether New Year’s or not. Besides, 2008 sounds like a good year. And I can bet a thousand bucks that on 08.08.2008, there will be at least 888 couples getting married in Asia alone.


So here goes. My New Year resolutions for the year 2008, (and I’m serious)


1. To lose 20 pounds (10 pounds by the end of march)
2. Get a decent hair cut, or at least a new do. A new dye maybe?
3. Generate more income, make my mommy proud and buy her lots of gifts so to celebrate her 60th year. Daddy’s too.
4. Travel around peninsular Malaysia at one go.
5. Make an extensive trip to the West for at least 2 months or more with nothing but bare necessities and a laptop.
6. Become a great cook. So to make my future husband happy (whoever he might be).
7. Adopt a healthier lifestyle, means proper food with all the wholesome vegetable and fruity goods instead of sugary stuff like doughnuts (OMG!) and cakes (double OMG!), sleep appropriately and head to the gym habitually.
8. And finally, fly to Las Vegas to see the love of my life - David Copperfield perform live on stage. Get married to him and have lots of babies.




All eight resolutions. :D

If the first seven fail, I’ll make sure the last one come true, even if I have to stow away on a ferry to the states and rape him many times over. I don’t care if he’s 51 or he’s engaged or he’s been accused of raping. I’d loved him since I was 5!!!




He can rape me anytime!!

Good Old Times

Short Note:

A friend of mine is looking for a size 38 of this pair of Lewre shoe. Anyone who encounters them do drop me an email. She'll gladly buy you a drink and a blowjob for it. (Okay maybe not the latter one but you can dream) :)


Ever wonder how I look like 5 years ago?

When I was still a rascal, one of the boys, playful teenager.

Well, you don't get much fashion teachings coming from an almost all boys' class in college.

I mean, come on, I was studying software engineering back then. Who the hell (as a girl) study software anyway~~~ Geez... (Okay maybe a lot during the dot com boom but not enough girls to fill 20% of the class)

It's amazing how time and social life in the society, some exposure to working and night life in a city, couple of trips to foreign land can change a person.



This was me back in 2002.




Oh the ghastly hair dye, the specs, the make-up-less no trimming no priming face and fashion sense. It's horrible I know. And the culprit who threw ice on me was (still is) my pet brother laughing devilishly at the back. He's also the top student in class, after me.. Ke ke ke... No actually, I was always second because of him. -.-

These were my classmates...




We had good fun. Yup, the good old times where work stress and money were never problems to students like us.




And hair colouring is totally acceptable and COOL back then. Oh god, I can't look at myself now. *cover monitor screen*

But yes, it's coming to the end of 2007 and five years ago will soon become 6 years ago. That's half a dozen of years! OMG.. more than half a decade!

To the good old times...




Don't you miss youth?


Although I have not seen half of you since I left for England.

Videos of Sapa, Vietnam

I was digging around the photos in my PC when I stumbled across some videos of me and Kenny travelling in Sapa, Vietnam back in September.

I took some of them out and edited into three separate videos. Enjoy~


This is us strolling down the road in Sapa.




Ha the H’mong girl helping me to adjust my belt of my H’mong dress.




Running wild with Ha all over the mountain of Sapa. -.- (damn tiring wei, the feisty girl is hyperactive)




I'm missing Vietnam.. :(

Happy Boxing Day 2007!!

Today is Boxing Day!!




No not boxing~~

BOXing Day.




It’s a public holiday, right after Christmas on the 26th December.

I used to think Boxing Day is a day for every house to get rid of their empty Christmas boxes right after all the presents exchanging the day before. (Not before I actually thought it was a day of people boxing each other when I saw the public holiday date on an English calendar)

At least that’s what my English born and bred cousin told me. Ermmm….

Boxing Day was actually a day to help the poor, give gifts to the workers or people of lower social status. It’s a day of fox hunting in England until it was banned in November 2004.




Read here for the different folk tales of Boxing Day.

Anyway, I love Boxing Day. It’s a day where England performs one of its most remarkable events in the entire year. All the major (and small) stores in the country launch their year’s biggest sales ever. And I mean it’s HUGE, ENORMOUS. The lowest discount would be 40% in the more cheapskate stores, right up to 90%!!!

Because it’s so big, usually it last for a whole week.


Folks, this… is Oxford Street.


Click here for full size.


I used to breathe the air of Oxford Street, on Boxing Day I would move in and out of shops and stores like a hamster squirreling around tree holes, from one end to the other endlessly till the sun sets, which I would then return home and come back the next day, for numerous days.

It is where you find the world largest single shop fashion store that stood 5-storeys high (and god knows how many levels under) Topshop, a 50,000sqft Europe’s largest music shop HMV, and also many other high street brand like Zara, Gap, Warehouse, H&M, Moonsoon, etc.

I once bought this pair of suede boots that cost £45 originally and it was on 90% discount. Meant I only paid for £5!!! (only RM35 okay!! Omg o.O) A blinking pair of perfectly new, might be out of season but still pretty nice looking, black suede boots!!! Which I wore like almost everyday after that.

I miss those days.

Happy Boxing Day Everyone!! :D

Now go punch your friend.

Christmas Greetings from Nicolekiss

I couldn't resist it. I just have to post this up and wish everyone...






A very Happy Merry Merry Christmassssssss!!!!


Have a wonderful holiday season to everyone around the world!!!!

From yours truly.

It’s coming to the end… Christmas Eve 2007

Short Note:
Talking to myself

Nicole1: I’m celebrating a red Christmas this year
Nicole2: I’ve heard of white Christmas, but wth is a red Christmas?
Nicole1: A period one.


“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock~”

Oh don’t you just love Lindsay Lohan doing that slutty dance move on Jingle Bell Rock in the Mean Girls.

If only Betty Boop in her skanky santarina outfit can make my day singing the song Santa Baby.




It’s a season to be sexy. And I’m stuck at home writing my thesis… Wee~~ -.-


Everywhere you go, it’s sprinkled with Christmas decoration. This is 1 Utama’s,




Sometimes I think it’s a good thing they commercialise Christmas, else we won’t be feeling any Christmas here in Malaysia.




Everywhere in PJ are filled with Christmas-y toys and Christmas-y trees and lights.


Mid valley


Mid Valley’s going orange this year.








And The Curve opt for white Christmas, my favourite. :D




With very cute reindeer and snowman.




Feels almost like winter.


How I wish I am in Luxemborg now.





Here’s an advertorial for the year end.

Gua Year End Poll

Anyway, this is not a normal advertorial because now is your chance to give your opinions, good and bad about this particular cool new site that has been launched not too long ago.

And I supposed for those of you who have been an avid blog reader must have heard of gua.com.my by now from numerous other bloggers on their blog sites.

There are a few things I like about this site. First is the food review section. Yum yum..


Latest entry on Sushi Groove


It’s great that the site feature some of the hottest and latest eating place in KL. Just looking at the food makes me drool.




I don’t know about you, but I luuurrrvvveee food. Just looking at the photos makes me happy. Of course it’s always wise to read reviews about a certain eating outlet before actually visiting one. The last thing you want is to pay for something you don’t particularly enjoy eating, it’s worse when the food you’re paying give you a ticket to the hospital.

As for the celebrity gossips, one thing that caught my attention is when they feature an interview about Lina Teoh (One of the few rare Miss Malaysia World who got into top 3 in Miss World competition in history. The first was Datuk Michelle Yeoh) who has always been my idol.




I like reading about her and her achievements now. Makes me wonder where I will be in 10 years time and thing we could do.

I might be jumping to conclusion simply because I found two things I really like about the site at first glance. But you have to admit, they got good stuff there. (the food especially ;p)

Now, it has always been a tradition to do a year end review, a self reflection of every company and get feedback so as to seek improvement in their service, outlook and site quality for their users, viewers and readers out there.

So yea, whether you’re bitchy about gua and want to bash the site because of something you unsatisfied about or you just want to be a sweet young thing and compliment nonchalantly. Go to their year end poll and provide your feedback, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. :)

Have a Merry Christmas y’all!

Dark mumbles...

Quote of the day:

"If you don't get the best grades don't fret
I didn't do well in school and I'm a multi-millionaire".

-- Adam Sandler

Don't you just love Adam?


I awoke in the midst of dawn. Sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes. It’s still dark outside. I heard dog barking in the distant, or was it just few doors across the corridor? I wasn’t sure; sleepiness has drowned my logical sense.

I leaned over to squint at the clock sitting next to my bed, 5:15am.

Stomach’s growling. Erm… maybe I should have eaten dinner? But then I have one of the strangest eating habits, inconsistent almost. Sometimes a bag of peas can fill me up for a whole day, and then I found myself lying awake on my bed in the middle of the night feeling hungry.

I needed to get back to sleep. But then I stood up and walked out to the living room, into the kitchen, grabbed a yellow cup and poured myself some banana milk from the fridge; then walked back into the living room, pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the pc.

The pc’s loading itself while I finished the cup of milk in my hand. Ahh… banana flavoured milk, one of the best inventions. I heard HL is coming out with a strawberry flavoured one, but then I’m never a fan of strawberry by-products, they all have the similar cough syrup taste, or was it because of my childhood that my mom always fed me that awful strawberry thick creamy cough medicine which permanently puts me off strawberry flavoured products? Banana, on the other hand, tastes good with everything, especially with peanut butter and bread.

A mosque nearby started its praying session which made me realised I was still in Malaysia. That proved how long I have not been awake at this hour of the time, at least for a good few months.

I love the night. Quiet and peaceful, time seemed to stop during these hours. And inspiration would start flowing in and suddenly there’re a lot of things to think about, to write about.

I thought about the Europe trip that I want to take next year. And how ridiculously the visa is going to cost me, RM1400 for a visa (UK)? Geez… time to save up lots and lots of money. Wonder how much one needs to travel to Europe? 10k? 20k? The moroseness of having a weak currency sank in.

Someone asked me to commit to do cardio in the gym for at least an hour everyday. The thought alone sent chills down my spine. An hour? That’s mental. But then it’s either that or I remained fat for the rest of my life. Harsh, but I agree. Commit, or never. It’s like how we should see life, to either obligate the task to its full extend, or never to start at all.

And since I have decided to dedicate my life to travelling, might as well do one extensive one, one insane journey, something which I have always wanted to do while I’m still in my youth and can look back in years to come and reminisce my achievements.

I often said to myself, yes, money is important, but what’s the point of living a life if you have never experience and experiment with what and how far life can bring you. Many lived through their lives working and fulfilling dreams of others or self material needs that they looked pass a lot of big establishments in life: family, love, having a ‘life’ and contribution to those who are less fortunate.

But despite many that I can have and give, love seems to omit itself from my life. I wonder why is this a problem to me now? As it was never a problem before. Or has it always been a problem, and that I was too blunt to notice?

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mmm.. sun’s rising… inspiration gone.

Time to head back to bed. Night, everyone.

Nicolekiss goes Grocery Shopping

The other day I was chatting with a friend who is a model and an actress and wondered how she keeps so fit all the time.

It’s finally time I sit down and tell myself, this sluggish lazy lifestyle has got to stop. Ever since I stopped travelling and decided to work for a while and to finish my study, my life revolves around my computer, my computer and my computer.

It’s not helping my bum and it’s not helping my shoulder, I can actually feel cellulite growing behind it. Dang~

So I decided to change my way of diet, as advised by my beautiful friend.

Hence I called up a friend and headed out to my nearby Giant Hypermarket for some groceries.

I like Giant. It’s nice and has everything that I want locally. Tesco is nice and has a wide variety of stuff I usually would like to buy that’s imported from the UK, like cheese, crackers, snacks, and lots of fresh fishes, but they pale in comparison when it comes to raw vegetables and other local products and they are mostly halal so it’s not possible for you to buy ham here.


Mexican Bun from Giant


Another thing I love about Giant is their staffs are always so friendly, and their vegetables are freaking cheap. I bought a bunch of “sawi” and it costs only 39 cents, get it from Tesco it’ll be at least RM1.20.

Support the local they say. Support the local I shall.


Pineapples~ Me like…


I can’t help but to stop at many of the wonderful fruity display there.




Many times I was so tempted to buy them. But no! “Focus Nicole, focus.”

And I went on to the can food section to look for inspiration for dinner tonight.




In the end I bought some raw ingredients instead of the can foods. Frozen peas are definitely better than canned peas.


That’s rice for my friend in the Styrofoam bungkus since I’m supposed to go carb-less.


After getting all that we needed, we proceeded to cashiers.


Eggs, we must always have eggs



Minced buffalo


And we went home happily.

The End. wtf

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But what about diner??

Ok la ok la, we finish dinner first k?

Mind you I haven’t cook in a loooonnnnggg time. So here it goes…

This is my favourite cooking ingredient, it’s as versatile as eggs. Maybe because I used to stay in England and everything there are about tomatoes, potatoes, eggs. Cheese, pasta and wieners come second.


Preparation


I cooked three simple dishes, this being one of my favourite dishes when I was in UK. I must warn you though; I have a very weird diet. And it mostly consists of tomatoes and eggs. I just lurrrve tomatoes and eggs.


And tomatoes and eggs it is


Healthy home cooked boiled vege.


Never buy Kimbal Oyster sauce. It sucks.


And finally, the minched buffalo.




With tomatoes. :D


My friend said it tasted like pasta. Erm….



The End.


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What??!! No photo of me cooking? What? Don’t believe I cook?

What? No? Where got people so free take so many photos la while cooking.

Dang~~~

Fine fine, here…




I look horrible I know, shut up. I just got back from gym before my groceries.

Karaoke in Tokyo, Japan

Today is a good day for me. I woke up early, went down to gym only to find the condo is celebrating it’s first year anniversary and they’re going to throw a party tonight. Ah.. I love celebrations.

I called up a friend to go grocery shopping with me, decide to cook and eat in for a change today. Something I have not done in a lonnng time. I also realized my stamina is down the pits because after 15 minutes on the treadmill, I was out of breath (well not really, but probably didn’t really push myself that hard).

Anyway, this is getting out of topic, will talk about my journey to healthy home cook food in the next entry. Now, let’s get back to the title.

Karaoke. Ah… the friend and family bonding Asian cultural event. No where else apart from the Eastern Asia have I seen businesses built solely on the concept of many cubicle rooms in a tight area for the purpose of letting groups of young and the old singing to a box.

Ask any Caucasion, they probably think Karaoke means sitting on a stool on stage in a bar singing to a crowd of ignorant dull audience who are busy drinking beers.

But not to Asian culture. No.

Karaoke is like, part of our live. Part of growing up, of weekly entertainment, of social networking, a place where you celebrate your birthday, your after company dinner event, your farewell party. It’s everything that we are. We Asians love singing! To ourselves.

Because we are shy, we don’t like singing to a sea of strangers, we like to torture our friends with our croaks, we like to be intimately cramped up in a dark and small confined area. Or maybe that was just me?

Now, for all Malaysian, Asians, even Japanese who have not been to Tokyo before and the rest of the world. This is Karaoke in Tokyo, Japan.




Wait wait.. I know you’re going to say it looks exactly the same as it is in Malaysia. But it’s not! Oh… it’s so not!

The experience of karaoke in Tokyo is simply breath-taking. Not because the girls are so damn hot and cute, and the guys too, not because of the wide variety of song selections from Spanish song by Shakira,




to Chinese song by Andy Lau,




And you'd think they only have Japanese songs, Korean the most.


Even got Japanese katagana pronunciation~


Not because of the super systematic count of the minutes and seconds record




Not because of the calories counter shown at the bottom of the screen once each song is finished to show how much weight you have lost by singing,




And not because of the extensive wide selection of delicious so-good-can-die dessert menu to keep your endorphins pumping while you sing,




Also the calories stats to show you how many songs you need to sing to counter the dessert guilt


That’s 182 songs for a sundae.



Blinking lychees cost RM6 for 6?!


Nope, not even the awesomest karaoke remote - which no longer requires you to sit so close to the screen to choose your songs but to pick the songs like how you operate a palm pc from where you are from the remote, marks the uniqueness of karaoke session in Tokyo.




And there are MORE THAN ONE so you don’t need to fight with your friend over the remote!!




Nay, not even this fancy top of the line gadget define the distinctiveness of the karaoke here

The one thing that sets your experience karaoke-ing anywhere else in Asia apart, the ultimate thrill of going for karaoke in Tokyo is…




the fact that you are paying RM14 (480 yen from 7pm – 6am on a weekend) for an HALF HOUR SESSION PER PERSON TO SING KARAOKE IN TOKYO!!!!!!!

That means if you and your friend visit this place on a weekend evening and decide to sing for three hours (which is the minimum time frame for most of us),

480 yen * 2 person * 6 half hours = ……

YOU ARE PAYING 5760 YEN FOR A KARAOKE SESSION. THAT’S A FREAKING RM170 (USD 50) EXLUDING TAX AND DRINKS AND DESSERTS AND SNACKS!!!!!

HOLY ZEUS HERCULES!!!!

WHO THE F*CK IN THEIR RIGHT MIND GO SING K IN TOKYO JAPAN!!!!!


I went back for another 3 hours session two days later.

Jamie Lynn Spears is Pregnant?!!!

OMG. I'm so traumatized by this news. Britney Spear's baby sister is pregnant! o.O




And I've always thought Jamie would be a more sensible girl growing up compare to her elder sister. But but but.. pregnant at 16?! That's even before Britney got famous?!

First there's rumour saying she's pregnant. Then Britney defended the rumour. Then finally Jamie admitted it's true (here too) and the baby is 12 weeks along. Then Britney deny it again after the news was published on OK! mag. Wake up Brit!

Father of the baby is said to be Jamie's long term boyfriend Casey Aldridge.

I can already imagine... Jamie.. following in her sister's footstep. What's next?


Naked and Big Belly on Cover page?


On the brighter side, at least Jamie's boyfriend is HOT HOT HOT!




*update* And now she just announced she's single. -.-;;

Something's terribly wrong and Japan watermelon

Something's terribly wrong when I find myself blogging 3 times in a day.

3 consecutive entries in a day?! WTH is wrong with me.

Maybe as some of my readers suggested, I seriously need a break. A lonnng break perhaps. A year break sounds good, to get away from it all.

But then I need to stay on because I have commitments, and to see through my mother's surgery. For now. Yes, for now.

Trying to find something happy to blog about. But can't think of any. So I shall dig into my old photos and see what I can find any there.

O I know. I can blog about watermelon. Yes, watermelon is a happy fruit. It's big, and round, and green.



This is a 8000 yen watermelon in a Japan fruit store in Tokyo.







Yep, farm breed RM237 aka USD 70 watermelon makes me feel a whole lot better.

I thought it through

Ms A... why do u love me so~~~~ so won't you let me quit? oh damn.. does that mean i have to go on till the end of the project. Oh darn~~~ :( *sulks*


Mr V2, I thought it through and maybe it's not fair to completely shun you out. Sorry but I need some time alone with all the emotional struggle I'm going through. Will keep in touch soon.

It’s not easy

*update* entry removed, not because of all those anal people who give me a hard time, but because a dear friend I care a lot about who don't want to see people get hurt asked me to.

Question...

"If there's a place anywhere on earth that you could be right now, where do you want it to be?"

Ever dream of closing your eyes and pin point any spot on a map, and the next second you'll be catching the next plane to that location for a long getaway.

The ultimate dream of a traveler. Total freedom, of choice and of responsibilities and commitments.

I love this particular comment a reader, Adam, posted in my previous post; he typed and I quote: "the best thing about traveling is as soon as the plane takes off you just forget about everything at home".

Oh, I so totally agree. And it has been ages since I felt the joy and excitement of boarding a plane to somewhere distant.

And you know what. I will do that. In fact, I am already planning my journey since mid this year. By September next year, once I finish my study, gather enough savings, established a stable income generating scheme, I will be departing for what I like to call, a mini globe conquest.

To somewhere far, somewhere nice, and for at least few months, three? four? six? a year?

So my question now, is:

If there is one place/country you would or you want to see this blog go, where would it be?


*Update*

Places I've been in recent years and don't feel like visiting anytime soon: France, Italy, England, Japan, Vietnam, Korea, Scotland, Thailand, Singapore, Indonesia & Hong Kong.

Places I don't mind visiting again: Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, Holland, Ireland, USA & China.

Dedication to a friend, to those who feel the same, and to myself.

The most painful thing in the world, is not NOT being to tell the person how much he/she meant to you.

The most painful thing in life, is to see, with your own eyes, the love of your life falling for someone else in front of you and you can’t do anything about it.




How many times can a heart break? How broken can a heart shatter?

How deep…. can a heart hurt?

No matter where you are, my visuals are only meant for you and you alone. You outshine all and above the rest and in my eyes, you are perfect. And everything around you just tend to blur out.

But do you notice me?




So painful till you can’t withstand any longer?

So painful till you want to hurt yourself, to divert that pain to something more physical. To work till you fall ill. To intoxicate yourself until reality detaches itself from you. To run away so to avoid facing the truth. To cut yourself because it hurts so much on the inside you rather it hurts on the outside.

You close your eyes, and hope you will never need to wake up tomorrow, and forever live in your dream. Nothing changes in dreams.




Things done, time spent, moments shared… it all seem meaningless now. Suddenly everything that were wonderful, everything that kept me prancing in the morning, humming while taking a shower, smile sillily while working/playing/watching a horror movie, became memories in an instant.

And the pain rouses up and it hurts, oh it hurts badly. How can such beautiful memories turn into something so painful, a nightmare that haunts you every night, every waking hour, for what feels like an eternity?

A friend once told me, the most painful experience, is to see the love of your life, falling in love with the person you trust the most.

Another friend shared with me: the ultimate pain is to love someone so deeply and be loved in return, and to see him go back to the arms of another woman every night.

Cheat. Betrayal.
To be cheated and to cheat. To betray and be betrayed.

How broken can a heart break?

How hurt can a heart hurt?




It has been raining non stop these few days, as though the sky empathizes how I feel. Does it rain because god understands the agony I’m going through inside; or because I am sad, therefore it rains. The coldness of this wet weather freezes my heart, or it is because I’m already frozen inside.

I press my hand over to my chest close to my beating heart: “Yes I’m still alive.”




“When will this pain stop?”

Seeking My Soul

Short Note:
Best Pacmee Reply

Nicolekiss: omg, there's such a long queue at JCo donuts in sunway. No!!!!!
Timothy: People lining up to get fat. What has the world come to.


Moulin Rouge: “The greatest thing in life, is to love and be love in return.”

It’s been quite a while since I have someone to share a nice quiet lunch with, to hold hands and take a walk in the park or just to lie in bed looking up at the ceiling and whisper sweet nothingness about our future.




Many who came out of a relationship convinced me how wonderful single life is. I agree, it has been delightful. To lead a life without control, to go out with whoever I wish, to pack up and leave the country whenever I want for however long I want, for a week, for a month, a year even and no one to hold me back.

Yes it has been pleasant.

My mind often wanders to places I have never been but wish to go. And regardless how many times I have achieved those goals to have no one to share it with, to have no one to come back to? My heart and soul remain as empty nutshells.




“The greatest thing in life, is to love and be loved in return.”

It’s easy to fall in love with someone, it’s easier to get infatuated.




But how many times can you love someone so immensely and have him falling back into you?

There are nights I sleep with tear sobbed pillows thinking how little I mean to you, thinking how insignificant my existence is in your heart. And no matter how long I’ve waited, my phone remain silent, from the second I open my eyes in the morning, till the moment I doze off at night on my bed holding my phone, waiting, waiting for that someone to call, to message.




To have my PC on 24 hours, so as to wait for you to buzz me just in case you’re online at any one time.

But you were never there.




No.

You were never there…

S*ck On That!

Life, good gracious life. You just like to be difficult with me don’t you?

Yes, life is difficult. It just doesn’t go the way you wanted. Never did, never will.


Just like how I have removed the comment section so none of you bastard can write whatever shit that you might write to hurt me, my friends, my family or anyone else.

Difficult for you I know.

You all worthless pieces of shit. Hah!! Now I’m scolding you, and you are forced to read whatever I write, even if it’s word after word of vulgarities directed at YOU. And you can’t do anything about it. So HAH!!

Try to comment, hah! Try to write in the chatbox, hah!

You can’t! HAH!!!

*show middle finger and ass*

This is my blinking blog and I wish to write WHATEVER I want HOWEVER I like.

Be it to be sptuidly swcred up wiht no whtasoeevr engilsh sensce becuase I odn’t ndee tihs hsit fmor yuo.

It is my blog you f*ck a*s b*stard b*tches and I can write all about ME ME ME because last time I checked, oh... this is Nicole's blog aka MY blog! And SINCE WHEN does owning a blog means you HAVE to HAVE a perfect sense of English?!

What now? I can’t write so I can’t own a blog? I can’t write so I can’t express my feelings the only way I know how and want?! Bollocks! Go s*ck your own d**k or p***y if you can’t stand my grammar, English or way of blogging. Because I DON’T care what you think and I DON’T care if you think I’m leading a good/horrible/fake/real/down-to-earth/bimbotic life. THIS is my life and you’re not happy with it? F**k off!

Not a good role model eh? Ha~!!! Yea better watch out and don’t let your kids or boyfriends or parents read my blog because I might just screw their minds up! Your kids might become rapists; your boyfriends might fall in love with me and if they don’t, I will steal them away from you; your parents might divorce, your friends might think you’re such a d***head to be reading my blog.

Go find other bloggers and read their blogs because they write so hell well and bloodily better than me as they claim to be and so what, I never deny they can write and I never say I can be better than them but at least I’m more of a decent person to think ANYONE can write, can blog, can have a little space in the net to express ourselves, through words, pictures, drawings or photos. Be it that you have TERRIBLE English, Mandarin, Arabic…etc. It doesn’t matter. Blog is a mean to express ourselves and I have NEVER discouraged people from starting, writing and maintaining a blog even when they don’t update as often, don’t write as funny shit, or don’t have inspiration all the time.

Does it matter? Blog is MY way of releasing my stress, expressing my emotions and sometimes when I can’t find the words, I use pictures, photos, drawings to describe how I feel, or what I want you to see.

Want good journalism? Go read your local newspaper, b*tches.

End. (Feeling much better now. Phew)

Thou shall be free one day...

I’m sad.

I don’t really know why I’m sad. There are many things I should be happy about.

But I’m sad.

I’m sad because you’re not there for me when I needed you.

I’m sad because I can’t be with my parents whenever I want to.

I’m sad because work doesn’t turn out the way I want them to.

I’m sad because that I can’t afford that dress I like so much.

I’m sad because my phone has not been ringing since we last talked.

I’m sad because I’m walking in a shopping complex alone.

I’m sad because you look away when I look at you.

I’m sad.

I should be happy, because there’s nothing reasonably sad for me to be sad about.

But why am I sad?


I want to pack my bags and run away from here.

I want to stroll down some stone pavements in a village along a stretch of terrace houses and cafes on a quiet Sunday morning.

Prague maybe. Or Edinburgh.

Sit by the sea and feel the salty wind at night.

Talk to a stranger and maybe flirt a bit while running through Bangkok.

I want to climb up a hill, unpack my sandwich and share my lunch with the clouds alone.

Grab a street cat, hug and cry inconsolably over the silliest things on a winter late afternoon.

Catch an unscheduled train to the end of the world, and gaze out the window from my cabin while I scribble random thoughts into my notebook.

Where is my freedom which I once possess?

Where are the happy perspectives I once uphold in me?

All those seem to have drowned, to sink deeply into the lights of this bright dazzling busy sleepless city. It’s easy to get lost here. And I’m losing myself every passing hour of the day, week, month.

Why am I sad?

I looked out the window of my condo at the distance lightings that are the streets, shops, cars, buildings. A bird trapped in a big beautiful cage emblazoned with diamonds, endless supply of food and water.

Words fail me. Overly emotional. Blank thoughts.




I’m sad.

At the shadow beneath your wings, I'm waiting~~

There he is, in my heart, dancing… Ever so beautifully.

There I am, standing, looking, observing…

Like a display, only meant to be seen, to be admired, to be observed, but never to be hold. He's like a mirage, he's there, but never there; in existence, but what we see is only his shadow, a portrait of his double image.

Unable to grasp his true form, I remain in the corner, observing silently.

I’m like that, timid, shy and a coward. Inability to face my inner self, I hide and hope upon miracle that one day I no longer need to conceal. But you were too far, unresponsive, and hence I’ve withdrawn. And remain so.

So many times, I want to dash forward, take hold of you and fall into your arms. To cup your face and pull you closer so we can feel each other's breath. As I inhale your cologne scent, trace your forehead down to your lips with the tip of my nose, slowly lean my whole body upward against yours with my arms wrap around your neck.

Giggle, when you tickle me. Laugh and have you laugh with me. Smile as you caress my hair, my face, my skin and close my eyes, to reminisce the warmth of your hands, your body close to mine. To show no one, but only ourselves the feelings we share; to look into your eyes and tell you, and the whole world, how much I feel inside.

I move closer, so you wouldn't run away; surf my hands down to your chest, to your waist, behind your back, to feel the contour of your muscles, and let my imagination run wild how it feels like to be grabbed hold on by you, to feel your strength over me, to be controlled, and conquered.

It all happen, right then and there, in my thoughts. And when I come around, I am still standing in the shadow, your shadow, trying to ignore, but observing closely through the corner of my eyes, your movements, your gestures; listening to your every word, every breath.

Yet... sadly... you never seem to move, to budge, to realise me realising you. You continue to dance, in my heart.

And I continue to observe, closely, silently...



But…

Even physical attraction loses its traits when chemistry is amiss.

And I find myself, gradually, unwillingly, reluctantly, but very steadily, walking out, step by step, out of your shadow, away from the shelter of your wings. As I gently kiss your feathers, drew the curtain of light, smile, look back and wave a hushed goodbye. And the oblivious you, continue to dance… away.

Million reasons for a Millionaire?

Have you ever said of the following when someone asked you to do something spontaneous? Be it planning for a trip, filling up a form, answering some survey questions, leave a comment, start a blog or even enter to win a contest?

“Yea, I will do it tomorrow?”

“Actually I’ve been planning to do it”

“Still got time lah…”

“Ai yah, I never win anything one lah…”

“Lazy lah~”

A million and one excuse. Yes? No?

If you say no, your pants are on fire.

If you say yes, yay, I bet you are already somewhere in your life now, else you just need to try harder. Lady luck will come your way eventually.


Fortuna - Roman Goddess of Luck


Because you know what? I believe in luck. And I believe luck do not go to people who procrastinate, nor people who are pessimistic.

There are a lot of people who always discriminate me for knowing some celebrity bloggers such as Kenny and Timothy whereas I’m just a noob who like to suck up to them.

Well, truth be told, and fortunately enough, Kenny was the first ever blogger I know in my life and also in the blogosphere. Timothy seconds that list. I mean, wow, am I lucky or what? To know the two most influential people in the Malaysia blog community since the start of my blogging career/life. They were my only two friends in my blogosphere.

Yes I am lucky, really lucky, so lucky sometimes I don’t know how lucky I am till one day I actually sit down and tell to myself “Wow, that Kenny is really popular” (Yes! I didn’t know he was THAT popular back then k).

And I asked the same question several months after knowing Mr Timothy Tiah, or known better as Timmy for me. “Wow, that Timothy is actually SOMEBODY huh, I thought he was just a sweet geek guy from your friendly neighborhood who drove a better looking car (-.-;;) and gave me a free PSP which my brother took in his possession now”.


I’m slow in a way. But that’s not what I am talking about today. What I am trying to say is how did I end up blogging? How did I end up knowing them both? How did I end up where I am today? (Which is nowhere but a pretty comfy position and I am happy at the moment)

It was one fine day, a friend forwarded me this pretty awesome and funny blog, and I laughed so hard, so I wrote this guy a message to tell him how much I appreciate his blog and how it made me laugh and expect nothing in return. Why? Because I just feel like it. It was spontaneous, not much effort, and maybe only took me 10 seconds to write those two liners.

Today, I’ve known Kenny for more than a year and the friendship is going strong.


Our first acquaintance in Melaka a year ago



Blogger gathering in Penang 8 months later



Kenny and me travelling in Vietnam a year later


It was another fine day, that I was blog hopping around (just learned blog-hopping and was rather enthusiastic about it) and suddenly several bloggers I came across were talking/blogging about this nuffnang noobie company that caught my attention, so I went into the website and signed up for an account, messed around the html code and left it there forgotten. Why? Because I was bored and I’m a sucker when more than one people tell me a certain thing/program/software is good.

A week or more later, a stranger called me in my morning sleep a day after returning from Koh Samui.

“Hello, is this Nicole. This is @$!#@$ from nu#$#@” (in my sleep too blur cannot hear)

“Huuh? WHuOT? WHuuuo? Naffnaff?”

“Timothy, from Nuffnang. Nicole, you’ve just won a PSP”

“Huh? Tim? Yea, nuff what?”

“Nuffnang, as in N.U.F.F.N.A.N.G.” (Omg, I can’t believe he spelt it out for me)

“N.U.F.F~~~~~ (repeating and mumbling to myself) OHHH… Nuffnang! (suddenly remembers) What? Yes yes, you were saying”

“Yes, you’ve just won a PSP”

“oh… Oh… OHHH (now only awake)~~!!! Wow, I won?! OMG OMG”

“Yea, that’s about the type of reaction I was expecting.” (*shy* people sleeping earlier mah~)

We met, he passed me a pink PSP and then we've become good friends :)


First photo Timothy took of me



The strawberry cheesecake we ate that night at Italiannes



First casual dinner night out with Timothy at Marche



Bloggers’ dinner meet up at Marche again, (from left) Clare, Jordan, Me, Dominic and Timothy


I’m not saying it’s a sure win thing when you participate, I consider myself lucky to win the PSP even, or to have the greatest pleasure to get to know these wonderful people. It’s like how I enjoyed this particular entry Fireangel wrote once long long long time ago (when I was still a super noob) and wrote her an email to show her my admiration for her way of blogging. She replied me and I was ecstatic, two more emails later she stopped replying me (or reply with a one liner) and that made me really shy to pursue further. :( And I went online to brag to Kenny that Fireangel actually replied me!!! (Duh, now that I think back I feel like hitting myself, Kenny practically knows everyone in the blogosphere yet I was so shocked when he said he knows Fireangel. o.O -.-)

But that doesn’t mean you sulk and cry about it. You shrug and move on. Take it easy and life will be easy on you. (I still like her website btw)

So now, after hearing all my stories; do you think you still need an excuse if someone come up to you and tell you you could be a millionaire by spending 5 minutes to fill up a form?

NO!! You BLOODY do NOT!!!!

YOU SHOULD JUMP STRAIGHT ONTO http://www.tmonline.com.my/ AND FILLED UP THAT CONTEST FORM TO STAND A CHANCE TO WIN A MILLION RINGGIT!!!

Because if a million people out there find excuses NOT to fill up that form, you stand a MILLION chance higher to win that MILLION RINGGIT!!! All the better when it’s before 31 December 2007!!! (the shorter the time, the less people you need to compete with, kekeke…)

As long you use TM, TM Net services or Celcom services, you are well eligible to win:

- Daily Prizes- RM100 cash rebate
- Monthly Prizes
i) overseas holiday package (EPL/Beijing Olympics) for two worth RM15,000
ii) Visit Malaysia holiday package for four worth RM5,000
iii) 3G Nokia mobilephones
- Grand Prize- RM1mil cash

Because TM Merdeka Millionaire said so, because lady luck said so too.


(ngek ngek, I bet you didn't see the last paragraph coming~)

I’m Revolted!

By this friendster message I received not so long ago,




Augh!! Augh Augh Augh Augh!!!!


I can’t believe there are guys that are soooooooooooo disgusting, thick-face, revolting, perverted, be bin, knnccb….etc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I am also a business man so no services will be without something in return"

OMG, SHITEEEEE~~~~ I can’t even find words to describe my revulsion right now. The loath of such people, despicable!!!!

Business man?!! Service? Return?? OMG, can you believe the nerve of this guy!!! I hope you rot in hell and die!!!


Let’s look at his profile:


Male, 30 (Ewwww, 30 still fooling around, OMG, rot you D*ck Head!!!!)

Interested In: Relationship Women, Dating Women, Friends, Activity Partners (Activity partner? Activity partner?! ACTIVITY PARTNER?!!! Who wanna be your activity partner?!!!!!!!!!)

Member Since: Aug 2006 (is that how long you've been sending perverted messages to anonymous girls out there?)

Hometown: Iraq (no comment)

Occupation: GM (So what?!!! I am my own GM too you piece of dirt!!! Goddess of Mankind)

Hobbies and Interests: Dating (Dating?!! Ptui!!! You’re indicating about sex is it?!!!)



Ew, Ew, Ew, Ewwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




There goes my breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The Best Creation in Japan

Japan is world wide known for many of its amazing and wonderful creations; from kimono to transformers to the kinkiest sex toy.

Since the invention of instant noodle back in the year 1958, instant products have taken the world by storm and while everyone is following the footstep of Japan mass producing instant noodle, instant kuey tiao, instant porridge…etc

Japan has already taken a few steps forward by creating this brilliant invention YEARS ago - the self-heating Bento (lunch box).




I tell you, this is such an amazing invention!!!!!! A work of ART!!!

I have always wondered how lunch box heat up by itself, without the use of gas, water, fire or anything, which is why it’s called the self heating lunch box, duh~!

I once read that bento like this can trigger an exothermic reaction upon pulling a cord that can produce temperatures up to 98° C to heat up the food inside. But never have I seen one at work!

Now I am going to use this Katsu Curry Bento to show you how to cook your lunch without a kitchen or any utility. It costs like RM15 in convenient store (so I heard) but we bought it from the vending machine from the hotel so it was 900 yen (which is around RM30 or USD 9).

A vending machine. Vending Machine!! I bought my bento from a VENDING MACHINE!!!!!!!

I miss Japan. :(

Back to the bento.

First, open the box.




Take out the cold harden rice.




Place rice back into the box.




Place the layer of plastic back on top of the rice.




And the cold katsu curry packet over it.




Cover your bento box.




Pull the cord.




Leave it somewhere for it to cook.

Warning: it might get pretty hot and steamy so make sure it’s somewhere safe and secluded, aka kitchen.

But in this case there isn’t a kitchen so we put it in the toilet.




It takes 8 minutes to cook and you will know it’s done once the cord is fully reared in (you know, like those talking toys, you pull the cord and it will rear back in. “Hi, I’m Woody the Cowboy.”).

Once done, take it out with care (it will be hot). Remove the hot packet on top and stir the rice.




Then open the red packet and pour out the ingredient.







And woila! Your very own hot sizzling Katsu Curry in 8 minutes!!




Japan is such a wonderful country.

Why I Love My Job

I'm off to work now.

Yes at this hour. You did not see wrongly. It is 8:45pm.

I'm going to meet this lovely lady.


Choy Wan


And these hot guys~


behind the scene


It's so bloody AWESOME being a blogger!!!!!


metlz~


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On another note:

isn't this the cutest baby?!!!




"Steal my balloon and you shall eat my fist!"