Spinster mood

I think I act like a spinster now. Not that I want to be a spinster.

I always think if someone still not married at older age, that person will spontaneously have weird mood or weird personality.

Recently, I felt that I have grudge over everything. If I die now, I am sure I will become the ghost like in typical Korean horror movies, ghost with so much hatred. Can't even have peace even after dead.

At this moment, I hate all my friends. Usually I am quite tolerant with my friends' attitude. But now, I can find all small fault in my friends.

Yesterday was my first day to swimming pool. I have never been to a public swimming pool, since I was 5 years old. Basically I never try to learn how to swim, because I was scare of water, fear of drowning. My friend, CS, also my jogging friend, asked me to go to swimming with her. She is also a beginner in swimming, had been to few swimming lesson, but didn't finish the course because too busy. CS is a lady with strong character. Whenever she decided to do anything, she won't find any excuse to do it.

Another friend, Jh, always wanted to learn how to swim. So I informed Jh that we are going, meaning she can join us if she wants. I can't believe what she asked me next. She asked me, does she have to bring her swimming suit?! My volcano erupted at the moment I received her text message. Maybe she can ask me, "do we have to swim in water?" next time.

Then I ask her, why did she ask the question? She said she feel shy to wear a swimming suit. She just bought her swimming suit. What is the point of buying it, when she is not planning to wear it? She always said she have high self esteem, but.... I am so speechless now... Maybe she is trying to make me praise her good body, during persuasion session. I gave up!!

written by grudged Nomi

on 29 Jan 2010

Risk, challenge

Life is full of risk. No risk, no excitement, no satisfaction.

I usually play safe if there is no need to take a risk.

During my last trip to home, I was in Luanda International Airport, Angola. The queue for normal* check-in counter was super long, and the Q for gold card members/1st class was much shorter. So three of us decided to try our luck with the shorter Q, with our precious silver membership card. The risk of getting caught, be send back to the long Q and lose some face. The risk is nothing compare to wobbly leg for queuing for too long.

We waited patiently for our turn. I was the third person in the line. My first colleague barely get passed the guard. When he was asked for his gold card, he said he left it at home. He passed through the guard. Second colleague, when we was asked for his gold card, he said he only has silver. He was sent back to the long Q.

My turn now. "Gold card?" Turning on my round innocent eyes, saying, "I have silver card." Surprisingly, he let me proceed to the check-in counter. Special privilege for cute girls, I guess.

Another phase of life, another challenge, another risk is awaits for me. Hope everything is well and proceed well for me. Without this new phase, new challenge, new risk, my life may without meaning. Should I say, live without regret, love without regret.

written by Nomi

on 28 Jan 2010

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*normal -  economy class

My reason.

I have my reason not to blog a often as I did before.

The big reason is that I had joined Toastmaster (TM). TM is a club promoting public speaking.

It all began with the day I get award as the best Table topic presenter. Table topic is the session where participant will be given a title on the spot, and participant have to give a speech on the spot without much time for preparation. I get a ribbon as a reward.

Fyi, I was only a guest, not even a member of TM.

I thought I have a gift in public speaking, and my TM mum succeeded in converting me as TM member.

Now that I had joined TM. Had paid a big sum of money....

My bossy 'TM mum' had ordered me to present my first speech next week...

A proper speech is so different from writing a blog.

You can just type anything comes into your mind for a blog post. However a speech have to have proper structure, content, beginning and ending. So far, my speech draft has beginning and ending, but no content. Some help with mental block, I can't continue with the preparation.

For the sake of RM 250, I have to continue my survival in speeching world.....

Merely alive...

Bossy TM mum, have to stop nagging me about doing my homework....

written by Nomi

on 27 Jan 2010

Dirty linens on Facebook

Washing dirty linens at public...

Writing on Facebook wall about your relationship's complication is likened to washing your dirty linens in public.

Let everyone to see you dirty linen, dirts you have in your personal life. For gross description, it is like showing your bedsheet full of period blood for public to see.

Facebook is so influenced that some people use Facebook to show their hatred and to get revenge via Facebook.

One person was so childish that he deleted me, added me and then deleted me from his friends list. I laughed when I realised he deleted me again. It is not like I am going to die after he deleted me. Immature... Such person is one of those kind of people blacklisted my in friend's list. I should thank him for deleting me. Thanks!

When you are too lazy to announced your engagement to all your friends, you can just change your marital status to 'engaged' on Facebook. Within seconds, you will received wishes and greeting from friends and from unknown friends.

When you are too excited because you just have a boyfriend, you can also announced it via Facebook. Personally, I think it is a bad omen to change marital status on Facebook. Many couples broke up as fast as they changed their marital status. As if someone will start cursing your relationship, when they saw your new marital status. So better just keep it to yourself. Or you can blog about it.

This post sounds like a hate post.

written by Nomi

on 25 Jan 2010

My meat or Dried meat...

I am craving.. craving for food. It is almost midnight now. Yet I am craving for food.

Mind that I am not pregnant. Although I did get seasick when I was working, it is not morning sickness (I am not working now).

Please don't start lecturing me about late night snacks is good in gaining weight.

Hungry and craving.

I have to proudly announced that diameter of my waist had decreased, however diameter of my face seems to increased. It is easy to see when I took self potrait with my camera and when I laugh too. Layers of chin and chubby face.... It is a mystery. How can it happen?

I mean lost diameter around waist, but increased on face!

I didn't cut off my flesh, and make it into dried meat which I brought home~~~~~

I swear it is kudu biltong's dried meat.. safe to eat.

written by Nomi

on 23 Jan 2010

Fetus Sushi

Few days ago, me and my family went to Excapade Sushi, at Brunei. It took around 1 hour drive from Miri, Malaysia. Mirian usually travel to Brunei for sushi. We were lucky because it is not weekend. It is usually very full during weekend.

Admire the signboard before entering it.

 

 

 Sushi train is coming. The old train head had Shell logo on it. This is new train, without Shell logo.

Sushi going around the railway. Waiting for eater to pick them up

What does this thing looks like to you? This octopus looks like a fetus to me. Fresh, with blood.

Fetus in wasabi. Nyam nyam??

Big ship of sushi and raw fish.

Too much raw fish for me on one day. I think I won't be able to eat raw fish in a year. Yuck yuck...

Moral of the post: Moderate is the key to success, excessive is always not good. Not good for stomach, and not good to wallet too.

written by Nomi

on 23 Jan 2010

Failed mission

Venue: sPur Steak House, Garden Court Hotel, Johannesburg, South Africa

Environment:

Our table consist of around 8 guys and a lady, Nomi.

Opposite our table, seated a lady, sometimes accompany by a guy and another lady.

We were talking, laughing, and drinking some booze. Nomi occasionally drink some booze too.

The strong guy were talking with Nomi, telling Nomi some interesting stories. While he was talking, he was looking at the direction of the lady seated opposite our table. He claimed that he was not looking at her.

When Nomi turn her head around to look at the lady, she was alone and smiling horny weirdly.

Action:

Suddenly the waitress served us with 4 shots of wisky, saying that it was offered by that lady sitting opposite us. I supposed it was meant for the men, however I drank one, and the strong man drank two.

She surprised us again by coming to our table and said to the guys, "Why didn't you drink the wisky?" One of the guys said, "we did."

She said, "He did, you didn't, you didn't, you didn't." The strong man said he drank two shots, saying something like he is strong because he beat Nomi in arm wrestling.

Then she left. (I didn't catch what she said because she left).

Deduction started: 

She left us wondering what exactly she wanted from us. According to the strong man, she wanted some sex.

Nomi thinks she is prostitute, but no prostitutes will spend money to get sex.

Receipt from the lady:

Not long after that

She gave a receipt with her name and phone number. Note: Phone Me for some S.A. (South Africa) fun.

The guys keep passing around the receipt, claiming they don't want to pay for it and they don't want the trouble.

Conclusions:

Her mission to get some fun from us was failed.

Reasons of her failed mission are:

• Unclear target cause confusion. Targets were uncertain who she aimed at. At least let the target knows that someone is interested in the target. So the target can say yes or no to her suggestion in having 'fun'.
  
• Attached guys are faithful to their spouse.
• Unattached guys are gays just not interested in her. She is not their cup of tea.
• The guys are not into human version of Amarula.
• Nomi is not lesbian.
  

Lesson to be learn:

Set A target and aim to the target.

She should had sent only one shot of wisky to only one target.

A bed can't be shared with 5 person.

written by Nomi

on 22 Jan 2010

Strong Man

The strong man.

He is strong,
because he can beat a lady in arm wrestling.

He is strong,
because he can make people laugh just by talking.

He is strong

because he has big biceps. *shy*

He is strong,
because he can make a lady happy by letting her won twice in arm wrestling.

He is strong,
because he can make a lady treat us 4 shots of wisky with his eyes.

He is strong,
yet he is sweet.

written by Nomi

on 21 Jan 2010

Announcing the presence of the queen

As usual, whenever I am back to my home, I will announce my presence in the city, Miri. However, a nice and good shower is more important than the announcement. Yes, shower first!

On 19 Jan 2010, I announced my arrival via Facebook and 'sms'ing to friends who don't play Facebook and also some people who deleted me from his Fb's friend list. Yes, I text messaging some people who deleted me, the story is too long to write, and also too childish to talk about.

Acknowledging my presence is part of my important ritual whenever I am back home. Without this ritual, I am like a ghost to the city. Should I say a lonely ghost....

My experience as ghost was in 2007 & 2008. I was too lazy to announce myself to my friends, and I ended up being forgotten by the society. Those 2 years were my 'isolation' years. No new friends and some friend even 'unfriended' me. From being a shadow to becoming a ghost. During that period, when someone saw me in the city, they thought they saw a ghost.

In 2009, the ghost took a shape as a cute lady and enrolled as a human being. For history, please click.

Tips to become a human being : Adopt a hobby.

Back to 19 Jan 2010, met up with friends for yamcha (drinking tea /  hang around) session. Let's call it as 'tea cupping'. Tea cupping with my bunch of photographer friends is slightly different from normal tea cupping. Everyone of us will be online while tea cupping. We drink tea, we online, we talk, we 'campimping'. We are not whores, so we pimp.

Yet we can't resist of our own beauty, we do 'camwhore' from time to time. *wink*

written by Nomi

on 21 Jan 2010

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What am I doing now?

Located at Changi Singapore Airport.

Am too sleepy to walk around.

Too sleepy to think what to write. The post I just posted was written before I travel.

This post is written without any deep thought.

Not much sales in airport. Disappointing.

Inflight sales have more discount than here.

Can't sleep, Just ate. Can't think. Can't write.

 4 hours to go.........

What am I doing?

Reading blogs lor. I mean trying to read from 1st post to latest post of a blog lor. Excuse my Manglish.

Oklaaa.

My blog

Did anyone finish reading all my old old posts?

Please rise up your hand if you did.

ah.... no one.

A colleague who read my blogs. He told me that reading my blog is like reading porn, told me this when he was sober. When he is drunk, he said my blog is full of bullshit, but he likes it.

Another friend, I told her I am reluctant to show her my blog because it may a bit 18SX. She asked me, will I show it to my parents. It is not a problem i show my blog to my mama, but I definitely won't show it to my dad. Or else he will lecture me about 'being a lady's guide.'

Once my cousin told me one of my posts is good. She reminded me that I have young readers. I even asked her, ''Are you older than 18?" Lucky she is 19 now. *phew....

I know my brother is one of my reader. If i want to make him angry, I will write a post to express my anger. I know his 'dead point' or weakness. Oh, I almost forgot to write a post , promoting his bachelor value. I will titled it as YBS, Year Beginning Sale, or...... "LELONG! LELONG! SIAPA MAU? Murah Murah!"
Translation: "Auction! Auction! Anyone! Cheap Cheap!" If my brother tease me about my singleness status, I will say, "I buying a shelf." (If you don't get the joke, click 'left on the shelf.'). I am a Christmas cake.

If you read my older post, you will noticed that I used to be nana, and I changed to Nomi. Nomi sounds more like me, as Joyne for Jayne, and Phobe for Phoebe. Miss you, Joyne Joyne.

Bla bla

writtern by Nomi

on 19 Jan 2010

Hello blog readers

How do you usually read a blog?

My friend once told me that you have to read the first few oldest post of a blog to know the history and background of the writer.

When I first started reading blogs, my list of blogs was not much. I did read from the latest to the oldest blog of all my favorite blogs. As my collection of blog is growing bigger as time pass by, I can't effort to practice reading all post of a blog.

It is actually quite interesting if get to read from the oldest to the latest post of a blog. You can actually knows the blogger grow from the posts. Some blogger were bitchy when the blogger just started to blog, and post get more mature and have more content as time past. For some personal sex life blogs, you can even count how many boyfriend or girlfriend the blogger had before, and how the blogger end up. Maybe end up with HIV or syphilis or cauliflower or crab or married happily ever till then.

Tomorrow, I will be resting from virtual world and stop from being geeky for some time. You can start read my old post. Personally I think my old posts are more funny and are naive writings. In the meantime, I will be a zombie. you will know what is my zombie if you read my old post. :P

Please feel free to drop any comment at any post you like. It is a motivation for me to keep writing.

written by Nomi

on 17 Jan 2010

Slap Slap

How to publicly slap a friend? easy... write a post about her. hik hik hik (evil laugh).

My friend too 'minta puji.' She keep saying something to make me comfort her with some sweet words.

*sigh* I had detected this signs weeks ago. So I had stop praising her.

I know she reads my blog. This post is so evil.

I am so evil. Perhaps from reading too much dark story.

I think I am out of my mind today from being too happy. Because I saw land today around 9am. and my mind is full of food. I can removed my wallpaper tomorrow. FYI, my wallpaper of my laptop is a pic of wantan soup. oh Laksa... oh wantan soup.. oh mee kolok.. oh hongan soup telur.... porridge.... I miss Miri food. Mummy, I am coming home!!

written by Nomi

on 16 Jan 2010

Internet was as lazy as me

Post for 14 Jan 2010

Was not able to update my blog yesterday.

Because the internet was as lazy as me.

Finished project around noon yesterday.

The last shot was very exciting, had to make sure everything is good before everything is finalised.

And we moved...

Trembling of water reminded me of Jurassic Park.

Post for 15 Jan 2010

Found the book somewhere.. if it is yours, please tell me. It will be in my possession before anyone claimed it.

If no one want to claim it, I will bring it back next time I come. Hope no one is screwed from missing the book.

Recently, my hobby of reading has come back. I had not be able to finish a book, or should I say, hard for me to even started a book, for quite some time now. I kept losing interest, as fast as I open the cover of a book. However, some books did capture my interest. And mostly, those book are of dark and evil story plot.

Usually you can know the mood of the person by listening the the music the person like. If someone in mood of love, the person will listen to romantic songs. If his heart just had a break, most possibly sad heart breaking song will emitted from his mp3 player. It is like, judge a book from its content, or judge a person form the song he is listening, or ......

(I just hope that I won't become more evil than I am now.)

....don't judge because you are not almighty God.

written by Nomi

on 15 jan 2010

Lazy and sleepy post....

My mental note.

I admit I am too lazy to even hold my camera.

I promised to post a photo everyday. So I guess a JPG is counted as long as I described my day with a photo.

My ex housemate once called ourselves as fellow pig.

Fellow pigs like to sleep.

Whenever we have free time, we sleep.

Sometimes when we hang around on the bed, chatter away, we can end up sleeping.

Yes, we prefer sleeping than talking.

When I was in uni, UTM, I usually go to the library, Perpustakaan Sultanah Zakariah.

I go there to sleep. I heard it is forbidden to sleep in the library. In order not to get caught sleeping, you can use my tips.

Tips: put a open book on the table, and put your head on it as if your are reading, and hold a pen in your hand. Then sleep. 

BEWARE of drooling saliva! So use library books. Pile the books up high to make sure you neck in comfortable position. You won't want to get stiff neck.

When I travel, I usually sleep at airports. I am a bum to any airport.

Tips to sleep at airport: Use a jacket to cover your face and if possible your bum (I covered it because it is a lady bum.)

If you snore, people won't know it is you who slept there.

BEWARE of missing the flight!! Remember to set alarm to wake you up.

I even fell asleep when I was working, when I was doing data processing.

Tips: Sit on the chair (better with chair with headrest), leaning on it, with your hand on the mouse. Move the mouse or clicking as if you are working. Then have a half sleep.

Once in a lecture, I tried to be awake for the mathematics lecture. I sat on the front row, hoping the lecturer's voice can keep me awake. I even forced my eyes open wide.

However, the numbers became sheep counting and forcing me to doze off.

I woke up after a minute of dozing off.

My lecturer said I look scary when I was sleeping, like a dead fish with my eyes open, but only white eyes, with no cornea. He didn't mentioned my name, but I know it is me. Because I was sitting at front row, in front of him, staring at him while I was sleeping.

My physic lecturer had to tell us about inertia and gravity theory applied on shitting to make me fully awake, when he saw me dozing off in his class.

How shit fall downward and not upward when you are shitting...

written by Nomi

on 13 Jan 2010

Desperado

some status on Facebook freaks me out.

Some desperado wrote 'needed to be laid' and 'fully loaded... every position...' (too vulgar to write all)

Really scary when I am the most beautiful lady on the crew (in other words, the only lady on the ship).

Moreover I am very paranoid about these kind of signal.

I will lock my door tonight.

written by Nomi

on 13 Jan 2010

BUSY

B.U.S.Y

When I was buzying, my annoying friends keep nudging me on messenger.

Wasted few minutes saying hi to them, but no reply.

Waited and almost deleted that person from my friend list.

Well, I scolded the friend from being so annoying.

We are still friend after the scolding event.

When the project is finishing, I am very busy busy busy busy.

When I am going home, I will be smiling smiling smiling sweet and wide.

written by Nomi

on 12 Jan 2010

Porn

Can you see it?

Can't see it?

It is censored.

I am truly Malaysian.

written by Nomi

on 11 Jan 2010

Stress

Stress is like a ever-ready-to-erupt volcano.

Better put on the sign of warning when the volcano is going to burst.

Lava and hot fume is inhuman, and will consume anything blocking the way.

Where is my choc?!!!!

Fire Issue

Recently, there are many cases of torching denomination church's building in my country, including in my town. Click for news.

This reminds me of a story told by my high school teacher. It is about racial riot on 13 May 1969, May 13 Incident. According to him, May 13 Incident was the outcome when a cinema fulled of people from different race, was torched down. The door was locked, and no one escaped from it. Then people start to accuse each other for committing the arson. Malaysian Chinese accused it is Malaysian Malay who did it, and vice versa. That was how May 13 Incident happened.

However his story is without any factual support.

In my hometown, race and religion rarely are problem. That is the reason I was surprised when there is an attempt to commit arson on church's building. Maybe it was only some people trying to sabotage the situation to play a prank on certain party.

No one knows for sure.

 Don't judge the content by its cover.

written by Nomi

on 10 Jan 2010

Hook

Do you wish you can fly?

Fly as the wind blow you to?

Fat chance!

You are HOOKED!

written by Nomi

on 9 Jan 2010

Pemikiran... Asia.. putih..

Saya terbaca sesuatu yang sangat menganggu fikiran saya.

Gambar orang putih dengan perempuan berpakaian seksi dan menyandarkan tubuh, dengan pernyatan, 'pernahkah saya mengatakan bahawa saya suka Asia?'

Pernyataan itu seperti menggolongkan semua perempuan Asia dalam golongan perempuan murahan.

Saya di sini ingin menegaskan bahawa bukan semua perempuan Asia akan tertarik kepada kamu hanya kerana kamu ialah orang putih! Jangan ingat perempuan Asia senang diperoleh!

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Muka saya seperti orang Cina, selalu senang dipandang rendah apabila ke luar negara.

Oleh kerana, hampir di semua negara, terdapat orang Cina yang berasal dari China yang bekerja/terperangkap dalam industri seks.

Pernah sekali, saya di Johannesburg, Afrika Selatan, apabila saya bertanya kepada tauke kedai, 'adakah bank HSBC di sini?' Pandangan dan senyuman sinis yang diberikannya kepada saya, seperti saya bodoh. Mungkin dia fikir HSBC ialah bank yang kecil dan hanya ada di negara saya.

Perasaan dipandang rendah sangat susah ditelan. Perasaan itu seperti menukarkan saya menjadi seekor semut yang boleh mati dipijak kaki.

Setakat ini, nasib baik tidak orang yang menujukan soalan ini:

"Girl, how much?"

Clamp

 (click on it to see the whole picture)

A hot day.

A humid day.

Bad germs breed fast.

Bad smell spread fast.

I need a clamp for my nose.

written by Nomi

on 8 Jan 2010

quotes from The Gargoyle

These are taken from 'The Gargoyle.'

Pg. 76

'Didn't anyone ever tell you that the mouth is the front gate of all misfortune?'

Pg. 96

'Coincidentally, a good age for a Japanese girl is younger than 25, because that's when she turns into "christmas cake." Christmas cakes, as everyone knows, are desirable before the twenty-fifth but afterward quikly become stale and are put on shelf. Ichiro's wife was 23, so she was still well before her expiration date.'

Pg. 101

Hippocratic oath

-Modern Translation-

The Hippocratic Oath (Modern Version)

I SWEAR in the presence of the Almighty and before my family, my teachers and my peers that according to my ability and judgment I will keep this Oath and Stipulation.

TO RECKON all who have taught me this art equally dear to me as my parents and in the same spirit and dedication to impart a knowledge of the art of medicine to others. I will continue with diligence to keep abreast of advances in medicine. I will treat without exception all who seek my ministrations, so long as the treatment of others is not compromised thereby, and I will seek the counsel of particularly skilled physicians where indicated for the benefit of my patient.

I WILL FOLLOW that method of treatment which according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patient and abstain from whatever is harmful or mischievous. I will neither prescribe nor administer a lethal dose of medicine to any patient even if asked nor counsel any such thing nor perform the utmost respect for every human life from fertilization to natural death and reject abortion that deliberately takes a unique human life.

WITH PURITY, HOLINESS AND BENEFICENCE I will pass my life and practice my art. Except for the prudent correction of an imminent danger, I will neither treat any patient nor carry out any research on any human being without the valid informed consent of the subject or the appropriate legal protector thereof, understanding that research must have as its purpose the furtherance of the health of that individual. Into whatever patient setting I enter, I will go for the benefit of the sick and will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief or corruption and further from the seduction of any patient.

WHATEVER IN CONNECTION with my professional practice or not in connection with it I may see or hear in the lives of my patients which ought not be spoken abroad, I will not divulge, reckoning that all such should be kept secret.

WHILE I CONTINUE to keep this Oath unviolated may it be granted to me to enjoy life and the practice of the art and science of medicine with the blessing of the Almighty and respected by my peers and society, but should I trespass and violate this Oath, may the reverse be my lot.

Pg. 0

'Break your heart before someone breaks it.'

A wet day with lots of water

a blue day...

               a raining day...

                                 A day when you say SSDD

Same Shit Different Day

written by Nomi

on 7 Jan 2010

The Gargoyle - I am a pornographer

Photograph of the day.

I am reading the book.

Hard to start,

Once started,

Hard to stop.

written by Nomi

on  6 Jan 2010

Sticker

http://justbloggled.com

This cute button reminds me of stickers I used to have when I was a little girl.

When I went to Church's children meeting... ah..My memory fails me again. I do not want to feed you with some unreliable childhood stories of mine. So I will talk about other child then.

Every child likes a sticker on their exercise book. My mother used to babysit children. Whenever they get a sticker or a stamp on their exrcise book, they will proudly show it to my mother and everyone in the house that they get a sticker. It is a acknowledgement of their works. I think every children deserves a sticker as long as they finish their work, regardless of how good it is. For some children, no matter how hard they try in doing something, it may not be nice in adult's eyes.

Some kindergardens use stamps on hand as reward to children. I found it is inappropriate to stamp on hand. It can be hazardous as kids like to lick their hand and eat with hands. Most dreadful thing is it is erasable. The award will mean nothing if it is only there for few hours or end up in stomach.

Although i like stickers as award, I did not have sticker book. It was popular that kids have books filled up with stickers, stickers collection.

When my siblings and I was still kids, we always share. I share stickers. Whenever we bought row of stickers, we will count and divide it among us. You get three, I get three, you get three. Fair distribution to avoid argument. When we eat fried chicken wings, we also need to count how many fried chicken wings, so everyone will get their fair distribution. My mother only cook fried chicken wings on special occasion.

Everyone of us is now distributed to everywhere too. It is a bit weird for a traditional Asian family. Asian tend to keep their children nearby. Hard to believe that my sister once told my mother that she will marry a man from the neighbourhood we were staying, and now she ended up married to someone from the other side of Malaysia.

When will be our next gathering for all of us?

written by Nomi

on 6 Jan 2010

Kiss Me

I desire you,

Kiss me.

Touch my lips,


Kiss me.






Taste my lips,


Kiss me.

Cool me down with your taste,

Kiss me.

You make me drool for you,

Kiss me.

Your taste is incredible when my lips touches you,

Kiss me.

I can't seem to have enough of  you,

Kiss me.


Kiss Me...


Kiss Me...


Kiss Me...


Kiss Me...


Kiss Me...


 Kiss Me...






Like there is no other in the world,






Only you,








Kiss Me candy.

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Written by Nomi

on 5 Jan 2010

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Isolation

Grassy patch spotted at Atlantic Ocean 0n 27 Dec 09

Sometimes it really feels isolation is the best way to run away from trouble.

Although none of the trouble is related to it, nor happened to it.

However the sound of trouble keep reaching towards it.

It really none of it's business.

It helped a lot of people. giving advice generously.

Now it feels like it had been used by them.

If it isolate itself, it will be like the patch of grassy patch, drifting to nowhere.

Nothing will be able to reach it.

Nothing as in others' business.

It still can't understand why someone want to relay a message through it.

It said it does not care, as it is not it's business.

How can something be so depressing to it, when the something is not it's problem?

It is happy till the something irritated it.
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However if it didn't get any news from the world outside, will it become a cavewoman??
Super outdated with whatever happen?

Hence it prefer to be troubled by news, than no news.
At least it makes feel it's root still existing.

written by it

4 Jan 2010

Minesweeper again...

If some of you read comments for my blog, you will know that I suck in minesweeper. My percentage of winning is only 2%.

You may also wonder why I still into Minesweeper when I'm suck in it.

Playing Minesweeper is my way of indulging into my mind. I get ideas; I get inspiration from playing it.

Those few times I won, I even know the reason I won.

Once when I told myself that I will go to work if I win the game, and surprisingly I won. I can't believe myself winning. So I said to myself, I will surely go to work if I win THIS game. . I won again… I guess it is really time for me to start working, and kill my lazy worm.

Last time I won was become of my 'kiasu' spirit. 'Kiasu' mean 'afraid to lose', in one of Chinese dialect. 'Kiasu' is a adjective word, usually used to describe Singaporean. It is also known as competitive spirit, to be used on me.

That night, my friend told me that she won almost every game of Minesweeper. While I was thinking, if she can win, sure I can win too. Yes, I did win twice that night.

It is the attitude that makes us win. The only barrier to any challenge is our attitude. Attitude is likened to a vessel/container. If a vessel has a crack or broken, it won't be able to contain anything. If we really want to win, we have to defeat our negative self.

P.S: I got the inspiration of writing this post from playing Minesweeper.. Boss is away..shhhh :)

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