<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:34:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~pInK t0otHbRuSh oR bLuE t0otHbRuSh~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-1344999810321999205</id><published>2007-11-27T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:10:54.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been a while since I updated. Anyhow, I have been busy like a cow. With PC Fair III 2007 up and coming and the year is ending, everything seems to passby so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be leaving for Kota Kinabalu for the Fair this Thursday and would only be back on Sunday. Thereafter, I would be heading to Ipoh on Monday and would be back on Tuesday. So, again, I'll be missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday and Sunday, I attended Saggy's wedding. A very different wedding with different culture. Well, I let the pictures speak for itself. Too zombified to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIJ4Puu4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/m4hloh07fLM/s1600-h/P1040208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137208765756390274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIJ4Puu4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/m4hloh07fLM/s320/P1040208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian + Denise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIL4Puu5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/joXA7YcDTRk/s1600-h/P1040210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137208800116128658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIL4Puu5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/joXA7YcDTRk/s320/P1040210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIO4Puu6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_au9aTbIq7o/s1600-h/P1040218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137208851655736226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIO4Puu6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_au9aTbIq7o/s320/P1040218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Denise + Amms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIRIPuu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zWM4sH28s30/s1600-h/P1040220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137208890310441906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIRIPuu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zWM4sH28s30/s320/P1040220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIUYPuu8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/SpTpG52csoA/s1600-h/P1040225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137208946145016770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIUYPuu8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/SpTpG52csoA/s320/P1040225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nikki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKEoPuu9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZRkPVHfFU28/s1600-h/P1040226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210874585332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKEoPuu9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZRkPVHfFU28/s320/P1040226.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Nikki + Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKHoPuu-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/STqCnJ3bk5w/s1600-h/P1040229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210926124940258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKHoPuu-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/STqCnJ3bk5w/s320/P1040229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bangla's playing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKJIPuu_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2K3_OZLR1CY/s1600-h/P1040238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210951894744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKJIPuu_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2K3_OZLR1CY/s320/P1040238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Groom arriving in style&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKKoPuvAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Vt0miZDr0hU/s1600-h/P1040258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210977664547842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKKoPuvAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Vt0miZDr0hU/s320/P1040258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKL4PuvBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/G977ytPhIqQ/s1600-h/P1040323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210999139384338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sKL4PuvBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/G977ytPhIqQ/s320/P1040323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sLpYPuvCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hx2fhF9KZUY/s1600-h/P1040297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137212605457153058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sLpYPuvCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hx2fhF9KZUY/s320/P1040297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sLpoPuvDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0hdAqOLAPK0/s1600-h/P1040296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137212609752120370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sLpoPuvDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0hdAqOLAPK0/s320/P1040296.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Toby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sLqIPuvEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LatVXv84lxA/s1600-h/P1040295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137212618342054978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sLqIPuvEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LatVXv84lxA/s320/P1040295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-1344999810321999205?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1344999810321999205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=1344999810321999205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1344999810321999205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1344999810321999205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/R0sIJ4Puu4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/m4hloh07fLM/s72-c/P1040208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-2934448067316906353</id><published>2007-11-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:12:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MIKE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Ry9AggbIaWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OHpKw7KzfS8/s1600-h/Nikki+%2B+Mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129389427802007906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Ry9AggbIaWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OHpKw7KzfS8/s320/Nikki+%2B+Mike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Ry9AhQbIaXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H_C5TwVjsrc/s1600-h/Nikki+%2B+Mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129389440686909810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Ry9AhQbIaXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H_C5TwVjsrc/s320/Nikki+%2B+Mike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike Mike Mike... One of my favourite peep. He brings laughter into the world. Just by looking at him walk, its just amusing. Today, he turns 1 year older! 1 year full of excitement! 1 year full of parties! Mike, my treat. Drink with me! Its your birthday! Happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-2934448067316906353?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2934448067316906353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=2934448067316906353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2934448067316906353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2934448067316906353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-mike.html' title='Happy Birthday MIKE!!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Ry9AggbIaWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OHpKw7KzfS8/s72-c/Nikki+%2B+Mike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-7208331646767355711</id><published>2007-11-01T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:03:23.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster &amp; Busty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-nQbIaRI/AAAAAAAAADk/Quw0lqEHgZE/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839232370960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-nQbIaRI/AAAAAAAAADk/Quw0lqEHgZE/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-nwbIaSI/AAAAAAAAADs/fMaxglMbNeA/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839240960895266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-nwbIaSI/AAAAAAAAADs/fMaxglMbNeA/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-oAbIaTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KXSZhuGO91M/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839245255862578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-oAbIaTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KXSZhuGO91M/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-owbIaUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q3cUOzpkHc8/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839258140764482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-owbIaUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q3cUOzpkHc8/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-pQbIaVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n-AZ3pc0X0M/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839266730699090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-pQbIaVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n-AZ3pc0X0M/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Halloween yesterday. As I was walking down Memory Lane to purchase this big-ass-card, I spotted Buster!!! He was so adorable, I fell in love with him. Thereafter, I became the proud owner of Buster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed Buster around our office. He even went with me for a smoke. I figured he won't be lonely then. I even left him alone in the office last night to spook it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I was in Zouk for Halloween mambo. Of course I wouldn't want him to be smokey so he spooked the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, ST was shopping in Isetan and she found Busty! Immediately, Buster took a liking for Busty. They got married. Of course being the proud owners, we took their pictures, showed them around the office. They're both sitting with each other! How adorable! Well, I let the pictures speak for itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-7208331646767355711?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7208331646767355711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=7208331646767355711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/7208331646767355711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/7208331646767355711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/11/buster-busty.html' title='Buster &amp; Busty'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rym-nQbIaRI/AAAAAAAAADk/Quw0lqEHgZE/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-5204108971877525149</id><published>2007-10-28T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:21:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm back in action for a while again. Went for some drink with some friends and I had my craving. The lamb sandwich + extra cheeseeeee.. Yums. Now I feel fat again. I can never go back to my skinny self again. Working out doesn't make much of a difference. It makes me more built and muscular (other words, bigger). Am starting climbing again. Will be heading to Summit tomorrow morning to climb. Wish me loads of luck. Hope I don't get bruised again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House is undergoing renovation. Poor poo-poo-nu has to be tied up. She ain't got any freedom like she used to. So pitiful. She'll take every opportunity to run around whenever she can.. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been addicted to Poker nowadays. I played Poker the entire day. Speak about doing some work. Me and my work. Now I'm dedicating my time to poker. Terrible me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing for a bit and be heading to sleep. Got a lil' headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-5204108971877525149?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5204108971877525149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=5204108971877525149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/5204108971877525149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/5204108971877525149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-8651347901959486219</id><published>2007-10-25T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:16:27.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition to Facebook</title><content type='html'>Okay, yes I know. I'm very late in updating again. But then again.. here I am if there's people ACTUALLY reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, facebook has been conquering my life. Everytime I switch on my laptop, facebook would pop out. Facebook this facebook that. I can't deny that I am totally in love with it! Facebook is my life. OKay.. I exaggerated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RyAIhgbIaQI/AAAAAAAAADc/G0-5CDPUFRQ/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125105747680061698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RyAIhgbIaQI/AAAAAAAAADc/G0-5CDPUFRQ/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am gonna visit the tattoo parlour this weekend. GOnna go for consultation. Appointment to sin myself has been made on the 17th of November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. I'm gonna revamp this blog if I really feel up to it. Gonna speak about fashion and makeup and maybe sell a little of it. If there's really anyone out there whom is keen, do let me know. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-8651347901959486219?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8651347901959486219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=8651347901959486219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/8651347901959486219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/8651347901959486219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/10/addition-to-facebook.html' title='Addition to Facebook'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RyAIhgbIaQI/AAAAAAAAADc/G0-5CDPUFRQ/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-1882037947005325708</id><published>2007-09-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:51:48.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh-Zee</title><content type='html'>Since going back to work, I've been BUH-ZEE like a mad lady. Mad until I had the gastric level of obnovious pain to the maximum. Never felt like that before for 3 whole days. Idiotic. Anyhow, have the wonderful medication which makes me fart and head to the toilet to shit all the gas out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i'm back to normal again. Was in Santuary (super pack and hot) and then Mystic (they had some weird dancing competition) and home. Today, I feel pratically worthless for not doing anything.. Therefore I'm gonna bury my soul at home watching the 4th season of Le Femme Nikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should name my future daughter Nikita. Its a nice French name. Mine's Nikki. She's Nikita. mmm.. Sounds good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-1882037947005325708?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1882037947005325708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=1882037947005325708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1882037947005325708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1882037947005325708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/09/buh-zee.html' title='Buh-Zee'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-5549893963549339021</id><published>2007-09-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:03:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored! Last night I didn't go out and slept throughout the whole night and woke up at 11.30 pm. Was sooo bored! Today i went out, had lunch, caught a movie cut my hair but I'm still bored. Yes I did it again. I looked at my work mail! I'm caught red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's sick so she didn't cook so I satified my hunger by eating Xtra Delicious Tom Yam Maggi. I added in Egg and Extra Tom Yam paste. However, I made the mistake by adding in the egg at first. Wasn't so tom yam-my after all. Its still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna visit Bamboo in TTDI Plaza later on and then maybe Hartamas to catch up with others and tomorrow if everything goes well, UNCLE LIM here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I'm updating my blog slightly more regularly cause I"M BORED!!!! I need to come up with something to fill up my time during my leave if not I'll have Bored-ness Sickness. Let's see, today I'm going to list down things that I dislike to EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brinjal&lt;br /&gt;2. Bittergourd&lt;br /&gt;3. Carrots&lt;br /&gt;4. Spring Onions&lt;br /&gt;5. Banana&lt;br /&gt;6. Durian&lt;br /&gt;7. Bamboo Shrubs&lt;br /&gt;8. Cuttlefish (Can't eat, will get rashes)&lt;br /&gt;9. Potato Leaves&lt;br /&gt;10. Leaks&lt;br /&gt;11. Garlic&lt;br /&gt;12. Ginger&lt;br /&gt;13. Petola&lt;br /&gt;14. Chicken Drumstick&lt;br /&gt;15. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a choosy person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-5549893963549339021?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5549893963549339021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=5549893963549339021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/5549893963549339021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/5549893963549339021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/09/boredom.html' title='Boredom!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-5010991417613239935</id><published>2007-09-14T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:47:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on LEAVE, finally!</title><content type='html'>After such a long time, its time to dwindle down and take some time off just for myself. I've been so busy with work and socializing that I realized that I haven't taken some quality time off just for myself. I'm off from today until Tuesday next week. I'm clearing leave as it can't be brought forward to the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what did I do today. I went out, paid my sister's phone bill, went shopping which ended up not buying anything except for some undergarments as I couldn't fit into any other stuff. I went to Zara, Topshop and some other shops but can't find any jeans I like. However, Armani had this beautiful piece of jeans but it had loads of holes in it. I can't wear that to work! Next stop, Calvin Klein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home to have dinner with my mom which dinner wasn't ready so I decided to take a nap. A nap turned out into a long sleep. I woke up at 11.30 pm! And my mom decided not to cook anything for me. She best decided that I would sleep all the way until tomorrow. I was hungry and next thing you know, McD's was on the way. Now I'm here, clicking my nimble fingers away. (Yes! You guessed it. I did some work!! Just couldn't stay away from it). Am gonna watch the old series La Femme Nikita. Yes, I bought it!! Couldn't resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyone up for drinks tomorrow, let me know! Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-5010991417613239935?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5010991417613239935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=5010991417613239935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/5010991417613239935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/5010991417613239935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-on-leave-finally.html' title='I&apos;m on LEAVE, finally!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-7501218764063371837</id><published>2007-08-25T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:09:24.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Sad...</title><content type='html'>Its sad that I had to lie to you. I'm sorry.. I just didn't want you to be worried.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that after 3 over years we are stuck in a situation.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that I had to distance myself from you.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that you felt me fading away.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that I've tried but seems no vail.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that I feel that this is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that I don't want to give this up but one day I would have to.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad but you have to make your choice.&lt;br /&gt;How do we go from here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-7501218764063371837?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7501218764063371837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=7501218764063371837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/7501218764063371837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/7501218764063371837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-sad.html' title='Its Sad...'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-1967271410496654752</id><published>2007-07-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:08:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday is the day when everyone looks forward to. Friday is the day where people release and destress. Friday is the day when peeps drink without worrying about waking up early the next day. Friday is the day where we all PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! Its FRIDAY but what am I doing? I'm procrastinating, sitting in front of my laptop clicking my fingers away. Gawd! Not only am I sitting my sorry ass down but I'm sulking to the fact that I still have 1001 things to finish up by Monday. Sheesh, working on a Friday night is just NOT fun! I wanna go out and have fun! I've been working and working and working. Best part is, my laptop is still in the hospital from the burning incident. I'm currently using a replacement laptop which is super CACATED. The G's and H's won't work properly unless you slam your finger really tight on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working the whole week this week as well as next week. Why? Because its PC Fair and everyone else is at the Offsite. Such a date to pick for an offsite. I'm tired. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to reality. Time to get my fingers clicking away again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-1967271410496654752?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1967271410496654752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=1967271410496654752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1967271410496654752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1967271410496654752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-6234252271280587440</id><published>2007-07-25T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:36:36.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Its 9.44 am in the morning. Sitting down at my utmost messy desk, I'm pondering and wondering when was the last time I actually took a proper photograph of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, I think the last was during Ramesh's birthday. Not forgetting last week I took a picture of my mushroom head. Sheesh, I have to purchase a proper camera to start taking photograph's again. &lt;em&gt;(ps: My bro lost my camera)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current camera I'm having is way to big to fit into my handbag. Its a basic beginner professional camera which requires quite a huge chunk of space. Well, am on the look out to purchase a mini camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike @ &lt;a href="http://www.mikemmery.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mikemmery.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; gave me a task, which is to upload all the hairstyles I have. However, due to certain circumstances, I have yet to post it up. Not only that, I change hairstyles so often, every now and then that I don't take pictures of all of my hairstyles. When I really gather all the pictures, I would definately post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've uploaded some pictures which I have in my work laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki 60's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956478997593826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa18dGf_uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EUTPM126Vv4/s320/DSC03386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nikki + Denise&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa18tGf_vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sgxg0IYYL1A/s1600-h/DSC03744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956483292561138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa18tGf_vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sgxg0IYYL1A/s320/DSC03744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki + Boo the BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa18tGf_wI/AAAAAAAAADE/dGA8PraX39M/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956483292561154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa18tGf_wI/AAAAAAAAADE/dGA8PraX39M/s320/DSC03873.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee San + Nikki&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa189Gf_xI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Rm9hjcWYfM/s1600-h/Lee%2520San%2520%2526%2520Nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956487587528466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa189Gf_xI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Rm9hjcWYfM/s320/Lee%2520San%2520%2526%2520Nikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa19NGf_yI/AAAAAAAAADU/sbqy6KeIpgM/s1600-h/Nikki%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956491882495778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa19NGf_yI/AAAAAAAAADU/sbqy6KeIpgM/s320/Nikki%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxM9Gf_qI/AAAAAAAAACU/9uy8bHf5x8U/s1600-h/864620390l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090951264907296418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxM9Gf_qI/AAAAAAAAACU/9uy8bHf5x8U/s320/864620390l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KC (Colleague) + Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxNNGf_rI/AAAAAAAAACc/Lvc10CF76tA/s1600-h/KC+%2B+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090951269202263730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxNNGf_rI/AAAAAAAAACc/Lvc10CF76tA/s320/KC+%2B+Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxNdGf_sI/AAAAAAAAACk/KeRJskCRMzU/s1600-h/US.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090951273497231042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxNdGf_sI/AAAAAAAAACk/KeRJskCRMzU/s320/US.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxONGf_tI/AAAAAAAAACs/XM9Pt0jQ1Qw/s1600-h/Team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090951286382132946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaxONGf_tI/AAAAAAAAACs/XM9Pt0jQ1Qw/s320/Team.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki + Angie + Clemence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaugNGf_lI/AAAAAAAAABs/AY5gbqK0Qjo/s1600-h/Nikki+%2B+Angie+%2B+Clemence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948297084894802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaugNGf_lI/AAAAAAAAABs/AY5gbqK0Qjo/s320/Nikki+%2B+Angie+%2B+Clemence.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaugNGf_mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RHU4J-RCiPA/s1600-h/242434722l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948297084894818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaugNGf_mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RHU4J-RCiPA/s320/242434722l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Groupie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaugdGf_nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AU-wnDKt2g4/s1600-h/653163123l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948301379862130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RqaugdGf_nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AU-wnDKt2g4/s320/653163123l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tracy + Chris + Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqaug9Gf_oI/AAAAAAAAACE/bFrLynQjkQc/s1600-h/689473761l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948309969796738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqaug9Gf_oI/AAAAAAAAACE/bFrLynQjkQc/s320/689473761l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nikki + Jenette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqaug9Gf_pI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y9lcksq6uiY/s1600-h/713456313l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948309969796754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqaug9Gf_pI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y9lcksq6uiY/s320/713456313l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-6234252271280587440?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6234252271280587440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=6234252271280587440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/6234252271280587440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/6234252271280587440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rqa18dGf_uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EUTPM126Vv4/s72-c/DSC03386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-8558185525821887459</id><published>2007-07-17T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:28:12.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-YdumyoI/AAAAAAAAABE/2weakpP3YFE/s1600-h/542495780_b60b882abf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a month ago, my colleague had a very memorable occassion. She was dressed very beautiful and of course the groom was just as handsome. They are one of the cutest couple ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day where the groom comes and greet the bride, they would have to go through a series of challenges and of course these were arranged by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenges :&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink Guiness + Raw Egg&lt;br /&gt;2. Roll The Egg From the left leg to the right leg&lt;br /&gt;3. Crack the Eggs By banging it together with the men balls.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat the banana off the groom's buttocks and private part.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink bittergourd, eat chilli with wasabi inside, eat cooking asam and eat horrible Holland sweets.&lt;br /&gt;6. Drink rice wine, rum, ginger wine and vinegar&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat Raw Herbal Bees + some chinese medication&lt;br /&gt;8. Blow Condoms&lt;br /&gt;9. Groom has to sing a song and sign pre-nuptial agreement&lt;br /&gt;10. Drink milk from the Baby Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll the pictures do the talking. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8B9umyjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BFQYDTEaBU4/s1600-h/542485854_7afe26e084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007683469396530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8B9umyjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BFQYDTEaBU4/s320/542485854_7afe26e084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CNumykI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lEL2UopIP0w/s1600-h/542103138_5f1bb03320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007687764363842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CNumykI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lEL2UopIP0w/s320/542103138_5f1bb03320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CNumylI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mw9_k-jUyz0/s1600-h/542181170_16726bc5a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007687764363858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CNumylI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mw9_k-jUyz0/s320/542181170_16726bc5a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CNumymI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nUvOB1ol6rg/s1600-h/542258423_eaa19719ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007687764363874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CNumymI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nUvOB1ol6rg/s320/542258423_eaa19719ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007692059331186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8CdumynI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QjN4RFKmygE/s320/542495542_2ebc9603a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-YtumypI/AAAAAAAAABM/RWoXky8u9lY/s1600-h/542501392_9f93a7e4cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010273334676114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-YtumypI/AAAAAAAAABM/RWoXky8u9lY/s320/542501392_9f93a7e4cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-YtumyqI/AAAAAAAAABU/256N63Mer3E/s1600-h/542489520_cf4d9dc273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010273334676130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-YtumyqI/AAAAAAAAABU/256N63Mer3E/s320/542489520_cf4d9dc273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-Y9umyrI/AAAAAAAAABc/PwZg4PRtBvY/s1600-h/P1030247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010277629643442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-Y9umyrI/AAAAAAAAABc/PwZg4PRtBvY/s320/P1030247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-ZNumysI/AAAAAAAAABk/kS9-wV0O3JI/s1600-h/P1030245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010281924610754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw-ZNumysI/AAAAAAAAABk/kS9-wV0O3JI/s320/P1030245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-8558185525821887459?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8558185525821887459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=8558185525821887459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/8558185525821887459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/8558185525821887459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/07/cats-wedding.html' title='Cat&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/Rpw8B9umyjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BFQYDTEaBU4/s72-c/542485854_7afe26e084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-2615014411901034676</id><published>2007-07-15T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:43:13.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Cameron. It was a pretty short but enjoyable break. A break away from the city. A break away from the jam. A break away from everything. I ain't got any pictures with me but once I have it, it would be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Tanah Rata near some Arabella place in this bunglow lot which has 12 rooms but it divided into three. Sounds weird? Not bad a place. Therefore we took up a section which consists of 4 rooms. 3 rooms with toilets attached plus the living room where there's a king size bed in the middle and a balcony is also another room! Interesting. However, the funny thing was there ain't any kitchen. So we had to head downstairs to the kitchen where the maid was staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet it was cold. Freezing. We mah-jong-ed a lot. We even brought the mahjong table to the garden to play during the BBQ! We are all freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ in a cold quiet area was a wonderful do! Our dear hero, Ken forgot to bring the pork and the lamb! Therefore we bought it from a mini market known as Excell. Wonderful BBQ we had that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the night market which sold loads of funny food. They sold fried seafood, yummy strawberry fondue, lovely delicious sweet corn and loads of others. We tried the ice-cream. It was really weird. The first scoop was strawberry cheesecake. It was warm and tasted like gelatine. We threw the first scoop away. 2nd scoop was just strawberry. That was not bad. The best food I had there was the delicious sweet corn in the cup. It was big round and juicy! So fresh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days and a night stay is just too short a time. I need to get away more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-2615014411901034676?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2615014411901034676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=2615014411901034676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2615014411901034676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2615014411901034676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/07/cameron.html' title='Cameron'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-2715637251335155601</id><published>2007-07-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:39:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasmic Relationships</title><content type='html'>Mind me but I'm a person full of thoughts. Lets put you in a situation where you have a boyfriend and you meet a married man whom you are trully attracted too. And then a week later you meet another married man which is equally handsome. A few days later you realized that your best friend is holy very beautiful and has the heart of a dolphin. That particular night you go out to a club and you meet a lesbo couple whom introduces you to this married woman whom you find sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit down and think whom do you want to be with? Any answers to this? No? Because you want to have the pleasure and the relationships with other people than just one person. So you get together with everyone of them and have a wonderful orgasmic relationship. Else you pick one or stay single and mingle with the rest and enjoy your life. That's what orgasmic relationships is about I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you ever wondered how feels to be in one of those?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-2715637251335155601?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2715637251335155601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=2715637251335155601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2715637251335155601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2715637251335155601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/07/orgasmic-relationships.html' title='Orgasmic Relationships'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-2393520058430342414</id><published>2007-07-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:09:40.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eye</title><content type='html'>I'm tired and I'm still procrastinating. I almost fell asleep on the way home. Each time I hit the brake its a jam brake and the car in front is like an inch away. The weather is horrible! Its so hot that it makes you drowsy and sleepy. Bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor fishie, Pearly is very sick. Its dying. I think its trying to wait till my mom comes home before it passes off. Its both eyes are blinded, it has spots on its body. The medicine is not working and the worst is its flipped upside down! Poor Pearly. I'm sorry for not taking good care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel has been a very naughty girl. My dearest Poo Poo Noo.. Last night I thought a robber was trying to break in. It was actually my lil' doggie. She was running around with a branch in her mouth making loads of noises. Smack her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-2393520058430342414?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2393520058430342414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=2393520058430342414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2393520058430342414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/2393520058430342414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/07/black-eye.html' title='Black Eye'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-1921802920410784566</id><published>2007-06-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:21:32.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where LOVE Comes, Money Comes!</title><content type='html'>Blending into a topic where there's Love, there's Money. When there's Money, there's LOVE! In this topic, I totally agree with it. You may think I am materialistic however the correct word is Realistic. You must be wondering why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a courtship/relationship, dating doesn't mean living on water, sunshine and air. You have to impress the other party. Bringing the girl out for lunch, dinner, movies and outings requires Cash Flow. Impressing her is another thing. Buying her items also requires money. No Money No Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys/gals think that being in a relationship is that easy, think twice. Money is easy to come by but love is hard to buy. What this means is you can earn as much money as you can but if you think buying a relationship is easy then you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Trust is like a glass bottle. To seal it and to keep air from leaking in and out. However, once shattered, it is very hard to be patched back. Although its patched, air may still leak in and out, trust is then never the same".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much can you trust your partner? Do you trust him/her to go out on their own without performing any wrong-doings? How much can you trust your partner that you are willing to let him/her in for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is not just about your partner. How about yourself. Do you trust yourself to be loyal? Do you trust your instincts? Do you trust yourself to be with your partner no matter how up or down the relationship is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. It takes more than Love to be in a relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-1921802920410784566?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1921802920410784566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=1921802920410784566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1921802920410784566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/1921802920410784566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-love-comes-money-comes.html' title='Where LOVE Comes, Money Comes!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-4497855450370671447</id><published>2007-06-19T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:35:01.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The 2 Best Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my two Greatest Friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RneT-vX6B9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HYx7cSwFbEk/s1600-h/280272473l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077689810961434578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RneT-vX6B9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HYx7cSwFbEk/s320/280272473l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina - The Girl In White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RneT-vX6B-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kS4NriIlFNo/s1600-h/5960492524942l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077689810961434594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RneT-vX6B-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kS4NriIlFNo/s320/5960492524942l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenette - The Girl In Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of you have been there during my ups and downs. Loads of memories has been shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenette,&lt;br /&gt;I've known you since I was 11. We studies, played and grew up together. Many years has passed and I've never gotten a chance to wish you unofficially "Happy 13 Years Anniversary". You are the nicest down-to-earth person. When I was at the bottom of my life last year, you were there for me. Calling and constantly checking up on me. Nothing else can ever replace nor repay whatever you have done for me. I really do appreciate it. Thank you for everything. Once again, Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina,&lt;br /&gt;I first met you in Ah Jie's room in UK. You and Ah Jie were the first among all to break the ice. We clicked on the spot. Spent nights eating indomee, hanging out in the bar, by the window, going to parties and loads. We even scrounge on food just to buy our daily dosage. We'll laugh and do all sorts of mad things. I've never been more thankful to have a friend like you. Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-4497855450370671447?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4497855450370671447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=4497855450370671447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/4497855450370671447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/4497855450370671447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-2-best-girls.html' title='To The 2 Best Girls'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XLDtzO1HrQE/RneT-vX6B9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HYx7cSwFbEk/s72-c/280272473l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-4470483724651290373</id><published>2007-05-06T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:11:01.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday is Over!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my beloved holiday. Tomorrow thou shall get stuck in the jam and be work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Just a few days ago I was dishing down the bed dreaming about sunshine and sea. Today I'm procrastinating whilst digging my face in the laptop, trying to finish up my work before it piles up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss long holidays like this. Back during college/uni days, I never appreciated any holidays or days where I did nothing at all. Now how I long for holidays like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we headed down to Atrium, Heritage Row. My god, it changed so much since I last went there. No more classy soft music with a nice relaxing atmosphere. Now, its fulled of unwanted peeps with loud head banging wierd-ass music. Giving us all a headache. We left not long after to the lounge downstairs. Sat for a while and went to the Mamak opposite Atrium (whatever it is called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Tomyam seafood. My god, it was horrible! Prawns with disgusting shit still intact, unfresh squid with unfresh vegetable and it was too dialuted. Did not eat a single prawn, fed it to the cat. Squid was eww.. To note, the drinks we equally as bad. Overall, food and drinks there was terrible and was too overpriced. Imagine paying RM70 just for Mamak food. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Haji Samurie (Kajang Satay). Yum Yum! But again, I can't belive they ran out of Ketupat at 5 pm! It isn't even dinner time. How upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm up for Mahjong's. Anyone wanna play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-4470483724651290373?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4470483724651290373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=4470483724651290373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/4470483724651290373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/4470483724651290373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday-is-over.html' title='Holiday is Over!!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-7480261682786014298</id><published>2007-05-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:12:00.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday.....</title><content type='html'>This has been a Long.... awaited break! (after CNY). From the 27th April until 6th May 2007. I would be returning to work on the 7th of May 2007. If you are wondering, the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT go anywhere for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT go for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT go to the office.&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT pig out.&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT get drunk and passout (so far)&lt;br /&gt;No, I did NOT Drink any alcoholic drinks at all (so far)&lt;br /&gt;and No.. for all No's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YES for :&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of shoes;&lt;br /&gt;        and won a "CHIPLAK" cassette recorder&lt;br /&gt;        (I've got NO use for it)&lt;br /&gt;I ate my favourite food&lt;br /&gt;I met up with peeps I have NOT seen for ages&lt;br /&gt;I finished my Bomberman game.&lt;br /&gt;I helped to arrange flowers and cook for Wesak Day.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the temple to get blessings for Wesak Day.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;I went for Breakfast (something I never DO everyday).&lt;br /&gt;I worked from home.&lt;br /&gt;I worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I got a slight allergy attack.&lt;br /&gt;I got a little time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee San got back from Canada. She, Christina and me set out on a very early outing today. From brunch to KLIA (to greet some of her Canadian friends which are here for internship) to Petaling Street to Central Market to Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my entire life have I travelled with two Canadian flags sticking out of the car at 80 km per hour. The bus fetching the entire Canadian crew was going at 70 km per hour on the HIGHWAY! It was such a longgggg journey. Such an embaressment. The best part was upon reaching the toll. Ms. Lee San was pretty much fickle minded. She decided to use the normal lane, so as we were approaching the toll, she suddenly made a quick zoom all the way to the right to the counter with the SMART TAG and poor me fell horizontal and got stuck in between the seats! Ms. Christina was holding my hand and it was such a havoc. I was stuck, I couldn't get up and was in a very ackward position. Then Ms. Lee San decided to Zoom all the way to the left to stop by the road. Well, there and then I got up laughing like a hyena. This ain't the first time that this happened to me. I think I should try to get used to it. The last time I had backaches and blueblack all over. Thank god for this time that I'm in perfect condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-7480261682786014298?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7480261682786014298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=7480261682786014298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/7480261682786014298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/7480261682786014298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday.html' title='Holiday.....'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-304692580684596627</id><published>2007-04-22T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:35:25.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>Day in day out, life has been pretty much hectic. Thus, leaving me no time for anyone or anything. Seldom do I get to eat at home and nowadays, whenever I tell mom that I'm coming for dinner, she'll cook a lot of vegetables. I think she's on a vegetable peak. She'll cook two extra large humongous plates of vegetable + a plate of meat + soup. Most of all, she'll force all of us, (me &amp; my siblings) to finish up the vegetables. Although I favour vegetables but excessive amount of it doesn't sound too appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the standard of my English has deteriorated a lot comparison to college or high school. I could write anytime, anywhere flawlessly. I need more practice. Should not make anymore grammer mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to purchase some books from Jodie Picoult. So far I have 3 of her books, Vanishing Acts, Picture Perfect and Plain Truth. She's very much a good author. She writes a lot about children and her writing is very physological. Indeed a very brilliant writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I missed climbing again. 2 weeks in a row! How unhealthy. Went to Jogoya with Boo and his family. We all pigged out like piggies. After that I had to rush to Fion's BBQ. Her house is lovely and her family is just wonderful. It was good to catch up with them. Later on, I met up with Christina, Tracy and Shi Han in Royal Bintang. Was a very relaxing and wonderful meet. Its been a while since I chilled with friends WITHOUT drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-currently, my Boo is playing Worms on the PSP and me updating my long lived blog. Am, also trying to find insperation how to get side income. Extra cash. I am so broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the holidays to arrive and I would be enjoying my break... So, if you guys are free starting the 27th, give me a call.. Hopefully, we would be able to meet up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-304692580684596627?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/304692580684596627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=304692580684596627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/304692580684596627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/304692580684596627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/04/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-117612950261903970</id><published>2007-04-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:38:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan Latio Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/1600/265208/latio_sport_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/320/478081/latio_sport_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 10.33 at night and no one is in the office. Pretty scary. Anyhow, I just to pop into my lil' space and update a lil'. Today, went down to Jalan Kenanga (Ho Ching Yin - don't know how to spell) to source for the promoter's outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had like tons of lovely designs and stuff. Moreover was superbly cheap! However, can't buy in single pieces. Had to buy in bulk. So anyhow, its a wonderful place to buy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching and looking for the perfect car to buy. As you can see Nissan Latio Sports is a beauty. (btw its not in Malaysia yet) Just don't know how much it would cost me. I'm pretty much broke this year so I'm keeping my options open. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.nissan.com.sg/lookfor/latio/latio_home.cfm"&gt;http://www.nissan.com.sg/lookfor/latio/latio_home.cfm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-117612950261903970?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/117612950261903970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=117612950261903970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/117612950261903970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/117612950261903970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/04/nissan-latio-sports.html' title='Nissan Latio Sports'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-117574355198585446</id><published>2007-04-05T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:25:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Lazy Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/1600/954598/P1010795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/320/616645/P1010795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/1600/272003/P1010760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/320/897819/P1010760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/945/342/1600/997410/P1010755.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Over months I did NOT update the blog. Imagine how lazy I've become. I'm such a pig. Anyhow, quick updates. I went to Phillipines and came back. I turned 24 not too long ago. I'm still bigger than last time. And yes, I still do NOT have time for the fashion blog yet. No time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've cropped my hair, changed my hairdo again, lost some weight, put on some weight, built abs, grown into a wierd prick, and grew more spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil' girl has now turned 1 year and 2 weeks (human years) so in doggie years, she is 7 years and 14 weeks. She's just too adorable. Each time I walk into a pet shop, I buy loads and loads of stuff for her. The boo will stop me from doing so. Imagine spending minimum RM70 each time. That's a lot of money but I just can't help it. The other day, I saw this Cheong Sam. Figured that it would be so cute if Angel/Poo Poo Noo wears it. However, on a 2nd thought, she'll rip the entire thing off. The pics above was when she was a few months old. She's much bigger than that. I can't find her recent pictures. I have to upload it from the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that's all for now. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-117574355198585446?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/117574355198585446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=117574355198585446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/117574355198585446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/117574355198585446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/04/wierd-lazy-pig.html' title='Wierd Lazy Pig'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-116780224735731217</id><published>2007-01-03T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:30:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've strayed away from my blog for quite sometime. Tag-box is giving me a lot of problems but my persuasion of laziness has caused me not to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of ending this blogsite and to come up with a fashion blog. Meaning, I would sell clothings, clinkie-clink, shoes.. what so ever online. And also I would advise peeps on how to dress accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Mmm.. Am afraid I might poop up to be far too busy to run this thingi. But I need support! Help!! Give me morale support. Throw in your feedback. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-116780224735731217?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/116780224735731217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=116780224735731217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116780224735731217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116780224735731217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-116550149550377594</id><published>2006-12-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:24:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I posted anything. The blog is becoming so dead. I'm just too lazy to update. Now I've misplaced my camera and have no idea where I put it. Its just too darn annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I get my camera, I'll upload all the long lost pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm gonna try to install PKO in my comp. Ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-116550149550377594?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/116550149550377594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=116550149550377594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116550149550377594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116550149550377594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello.html' title='Hello!!!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-116142253441241710</id><published>2006-10-21T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:22:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cramps!!! Cramps!!! Cramps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my entire 23 years being a homosapian, I've never endured such wonderful cramps till today. LOB (Lack-of-blood or usually known as &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;) visits for a maximum of 4-5 days. Currently it is the 4th day and the flow is heavy like a stream of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To make matters worst, watery shit decided to pay me a visit. Going to the toilet every hour to change the tampon and every other few hours to take a dump isn't very pleasing. Fucking annoying more like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It better leave me alone before the holidays or I'll screech my head off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have just watched Storm Rider (DVD).. And it suxs big time. Don't watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-116142253441241710?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/116142253441241710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=116142253441241710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116142253441241710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116142253441241710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/10/cramps.html' title='Cramps'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-116013332688303330</id><published>2006-10-06T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:15:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport</title><content type='html'>As some of you may have known, I have started work in Twin Towers located in the heart of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I very much dislike public transportation, I currently hop on the LRT everyday.&lt;br /&gt;1. It is easy to access&lt;br /&gt;2. Its near my house&lt;br /&gt;3. It goes directly to KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years of not taking public transportation, I'm faced with the hassle of getting up early every morning and getting squished between armpit-ie humans every single day. Going there is a horrible but coming back is smooth as I try to leave after the rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today LRT FAILED ME! Reaching the LRT station this morning, I got to know that there weren't any LRT heading to KLCC as there was some conjestion and they wouldn't know what time it would be fixed. My poor sister had to rush to my rescue and send me to work. (She's always late for work so no difference for her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, I don't have to sign or punch in every morning. All I have to do is to walk through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finished work pretty early today, boss told me to go home. I quickly packed up and hoped to reach home by 6. Noooo, the LRT failed me again. They shut down the entire station!!!! No way in no way out. I called everyone, hoping to get a lift back. Of all days, everyone was either on leave, home or stuck at work. My friend offered to send me home but that would be only after he 'buka puasa', meaning I would only be able to head home at 8 something at night!!! Sister's stuck in the office so I had to call poor Bouncy Bwig to pick me up. Poor him is stuck in the jam at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stuck in Dome Cafe, KLCC taking cigarettes after cigarettes surfing the net while sipping my Special Berries Drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, now I know why I hate public transport so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Btw happy mooncake festival everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-116013332688303330?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/116013332688303330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=116013332688303330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116013332688303330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/116013332688303330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/10/public-transport.html' title='Public Transport'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115980344622915219</id><published>2006-10-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:37:26.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewellery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020542.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020542.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020538.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020538.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020533.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020533.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020543.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020543.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/P1020541.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/P1020541.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have known, I started a small lil' hobby called Jewellery making a couple of months back. However, due to lazy-ness and lack-of-beads, I put a hold to that hobby. Currently, I have emotionally discarded the lazy-ness and started making beaded Jewellery again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pictures from above, I'm selling each pair of earrings for only RM15. This does not include shipping fees. However, if you are located in Klang Valley, it would be free delivery. Other wise, do contact me for shipping details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have special request for different designs, do let me know and I'll see what I can work out. Any enquiries, do e-mail me at, &lt;a href="mailto:nikki.mah@gmail.com"&gt;nikki.mah@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115980344622915219?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115980344622915219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115980344622915219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115980344622915219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115980344622915219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/10/jewellery.html' title='Jewellery'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115952047396537020</id><published>2006-09-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:01:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE MR. WORM</title><content type='html'>Its the end of the wormie!! Everyday I pour Listerine MouthWash down the drain. Since then Mr. Worm never showed up. Both drains did I pour. Bye Bye Mr. Worm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115952047396537020?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115952047396537020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115952047396537020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115952047396537020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115952047396537020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/bye-mr-worm.html' title='BYE MR. WORM'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115942848312567130</id><published>2006-09-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:35:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/earthworms_org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/earthworms_org.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill The Earthworm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;For the past few weeks I noticed the utmost disgusting thing that happens in my toilet. Earthworms infesting the shower floor each time it rains! I get so bloody annoyed and irritated that I would have to wash it off the floor each time. I just don't get it, how does it smoothly crawl all the way upstairs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have a feeling its breeding somewhere between downstairs and upstairs. Therefore each time it rains it gets a little wet and the family would want to migrate upstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I've been trying to kill it for quite sometime but it just survives! Lucky bastards. Pouring funny things down the drain doesn't help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Today, I KILL AGAIN!!!! I poured mouthwash down the drainage, if it still survives then I'll use my master plan, SALT! It better be gone if not I'll just get a contractor to look at my drainage next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I won't be surprise if there are squisshie wormie family breeding in there. So disgusting. the next i see it, I'm going to burn it alive!!!! KILL! KILL!! KIL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115942848312567130?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115942848312567130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115942848312567130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115942848312567130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115942848312567130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/disgusting-worm.html' title='Disgusting Worm'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115895980591506491</id><published>2006-09-23T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T05:16:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday PEI PEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/IMG_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/IMG_0935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pei + Angeline + Nikki + Vonnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young, adventurous, fantastically beautiful woman, PEI PEI, you have turned a year older. I know this blog-thing is like a day over but still we're celebrating it tonight and your birthday lasts at least a week, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Promise we'll make it an enjoyable and wonderful birthday for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a quick update for the boringness and long-winded night. Picked a friend which was coming down from Australia for work with Vonnie.  Went for drinks with others in Nasi Kandar Sedap. Went to a boring drag race in god-knows-where in Klang. Was about to leave when we spotted police-look-alike in Kelisa,  as she was turning to us, we all ran when we heard 'CHAI LOU'. Me being the hero was running towards her car, Guai Lou trying to keep up with me. A few meters away unlocking her car and jumping into it and wonderful Vonnie was still running towards us in slow motion (but her reasons was anyhow also going to get caught). The whole bunch of us got caught (Subaru, 350Z's, Integra, Lancer, Wira-lution, and what so-ever cars). Cops took our IC's and started doing their usual routine. Kanasai, not the payment or what I'm so afraid of. Its the wonderful timing and delay that would be on-going. True to my words, delay here and there. So boring and utmost wastage of time. Anyhow, they settled in a different kind of way and home I come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more drags for quite sometime. I've kept away from it for the past few years and I think I'll do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm off to bed. Nighty nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115895980591506491?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115895980591506491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115895980591506491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115895980591506491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115895980591506491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115886070374276391</id><published>2006-09-22T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:45:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/toes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pedicure done 2 over weeks ago. I was very tempted to post a picture of it quite long ago but I couldn't find the camera. Now that I have found it, up the picture goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Nail Studio located in Damansara Utama (above 7 Eleven) is a very good place to go for manicure and pedicures. Cheap, good and efficient, I would definately recommend one to go there. RM38 for the pedicure. Add another RM3 to use OPI nail varnish and another RM10 for the wax paraffin treatment and RM3 for nail art. My toes cost only RM57. To note, the pedicurist spent a total of 2 over hours specially on my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, the nail colour is still in touch and non of the nails has chipped. Definately a worth-it place to go to beautify the nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to the boutique, the staircase looks a lil' dodgy but the moment you reach it, its beautiful. With green as its main colour, its a total beach-y and balinese style deco. Its so pretty and it immediately keeps you at ease. Do go there. A very worth while experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115886070374276391?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115886070374276391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115886070374276391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115886070374276391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115886070374276391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/toes.html' title='Toes'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115825841595753350</id><published>2006-09-15T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:26:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good 'ol Days</title><content type='html'>DF0111 was part of my life a few years back. With classmates such as Tak Meng, Heng Leng, David, Ivan, Wei Lik, Kevin, Kar Lok, Kenny, Akhi and the rest, life was never a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However to NOTE, I was the victim of most of them. Akhi and Kenny, with their misely squabbles. I was to sit in between them. As a result of when they both talk or do funny stuff, I would get called up and scolded for. Kevin a.k.a Ling Ling, Wei Lik, David and Kar Lok a.k.a Lok Lok would bully and make fun of me. As written on the tag board, Wei Lik used to fill up my hooded jacket with sweet wrappers and I would go around walking like a Doo Doo Bird. When I wanted to look like the Kenny Doll (Kenny which always get killed), I would lift my hood up my head. Guess what snows down my body, Sweet Wrappers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when I walked into the classroom, all of them were hiding, waiting for the innocent little girl. Upon seeing me, the word ATTACK appeared up their white forehead. Lik, being the Bully leader would catch hold of me, snatching my books away from me and swinging me round and round like a merry-go-round. David and Ling Ling will counter attack me with a ruler while Kar Lok joins in the fun. My gawd, the torment I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one classmate of ours which had a really nice big butt, Mr. P. Kenny would go around the class chasing after him to smack and pinch his bum. From there onwards, the butt fight was on. As I was one of the few girls in the class, I was left out from it. Thank god for that. But we also had a Si-Fat-Group. Ivan wore the tightest of tighest trousers with blink blink material. If I recall, he was known as Si Fat Leng, David was known as Si Fat Loong and Wei Lik was known as Si Fat Guai. I can't remember the rest what they were known as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Jebaraj, funny lil' man. Driving with his seat way back. Anyone would think he's sleep driving. Not forgetting Desmond and Alex. These two always go together. Where you see Alex, you see Desmond. He he, Desmond was also known as Doremon and Fan Shi (from the Lau Fu Zhi). You ask Desmond anything, he has it. Fan Shi was given to him because he looked like one. No offence Desmond! Alex comes out with the funniest things ever. Every word said is just so funny. Missing in action would be Wilson. Don't know what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am to continue how each of them are like, I think I would be able to write a book. All these classmates of mine we a bunch of fun people to hang with. No doubt they would always bully me but they would also take care of me.  I do adore them till today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115825841595753350?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115825841595753350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115825841595753350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115825841595753350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115825841595753350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-ol-days.html' title='The Good &apos;ol Days'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115816963060951571</id><published>2006-09-14T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:47:10.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummilicious</title><content type='html'>Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while. My schedule has been pretty packed lately.  Busy being the house-driver, house-maid and of course nontheleast busy with my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I drove for 5 hours straight. Had to send lil' bro to college, rush home, pick mom up, send her to KL Central, pick cousie, his gf and aunt up and drove all the way to LCC. From LCC, I had rush back to Sunway to pick bro up. By the time I reached home, my legs were aching and I was longing for a good nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was falling asleep, my dear phone kept ringing. Ringing ringing and ringing. Bf came over and played with the PSP. Me, I had a one-hour nap before heading to Ming Tien with bf and bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for Tom Yum these few days, I decided to cook tonight. After picking bro up we headed to Giant to do some grocery shopping.  He the hero decided to get some mighty expensive treats for himself as mom was away. The bill came rocking sky high. Well, its allright since he seldom gets to gobble these stuff often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first dinner was just me, bro and bf but sister called halfway and said she and her dear was going to join us for dinner as well.  I prepared a super humongous pot of tom yum consisting sotong balls, fish balls, meat balls, crab meat, soft taufu, taufu-pok, squid, japanese mushroom,  button mushroom, chicken, tomatoes and onions. Besides that dish, we also had marinated chicken, fried egg, oyster sauce kai-lan and also fried chicken (fried chicken bought by bf).  To mention, we had Lays Chips and Peach for dessert. Everyone left the table bloated and full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the baby of the family, Angel (our lil' pup).  Since we were having good food tonight, she did not miss out.  Bought for her a can of pedigree chicken chunks.  Also she had some chicken breast for supper as well as a mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is lil' bro's turn to cook. He's going to make Ramly Burger for all of us. Yum Yum. No wonder I'm putting on so much more recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115816963060951571?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115816963060951571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115816963060951571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115816963060951571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115816963060951571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/yummilicious.html' title='Yummilicious'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115730416163406477</id><published>2006-09-04T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:22:41.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink and Blue</title><content type='html'>Due to lusterous request from many, here are the lyrics to the Toothbrush Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Pink ToothBrush,&lt;br /&gt;You're Blue ToothBrush,&lt;br /&gt;Would You Marry Me Today?&lt;br /&gt;We'll Live In A Cup;&lt;br /&gt;with Toothpaste,&lt;br /&gt;And Brush OuR Blues Away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the blues this time round, we had a quiet Merdeka's Eve celebration. Dinner with Shen, Pei and Nan and then headed over to La Bodega to join the rest. No countdown no nothing. Well, I guess its better than being in a pack of sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well.. nothing much to update except that I'm still jobless, lame and wierd!! Nights everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115730416163406477?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115730416163406477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115730416163406477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115730416163406477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115730416163406477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/09/pink-and-blue.html' title='Pink and Blue'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115678947521809189</id><published>2006-08-29T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:24:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Sleeping until 4 pm every day isn't healthy. At this rate, I'll  grow old and have unused muscles in my body. Such an unhealthy lifestyle I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come month end, the same ol' routine happens. SCRATCHING my HEAD! Bills Bills and Bills. The never ending bills. Stressful bills. As we collaborate and clap our hands together when pay is out, we end up sitting down looking at unwanted papers. When would it be the day I don't have any bills to pay? I wonder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache Headache Headache!!! If I could find just the perfect job that hops along. Hahaha, knowing me.. It would be a long time more to come. Holiday is coming up and I'm estaticless. Everyday is the same old day. Wake up, shower, go out, eat, sleep. So useless. If dad was around, he would kick my butt and tell me to get out of a rut. Nevertheless, I have been looking up and down for jobs. Just that it takes time. Waiting for calls. Waiting for interviews. Waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has everything got to do with waiting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115678947521809189?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115678947521809189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115678947521809189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115678947521809189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115678947521809189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115650777524588038</id><published>2006-08-25T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:09:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being lost in action for quite some time, I'm back again. Its not because I've been lazy to blog but blogspot keeps me in the dissapointment stage. My computer went mad on me. Whatever I've typed just goes off about now. I got annoyed and irritated therefore I decided to keep away from blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Level One Wireless Router. Until today I'm unable to configure it. It pratically drove me up the wall. I'm so going to smack and kill it if it doesn't get fixed latest by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mommy's friend from Penang came down with her daughter. She got me irritated the other day. However as she's mommy's friend, I had to keep my big mouth shut and respect the elders. Again today I had to become their driver to 1Utama and The Curve. Kanasai to the maximum. Took breakfast with them and my tummy was rumbling the whole farkin' day. That never mind... Let Auntie talk rubbish again never mind. But this time in front of my mom she asked if I smoked. I just paused and went like yea. Suddenly she had this outburst "No wonder you keep quiet! You smoke!". Its like what-the-fuck! Are you stoopid or what.. Although I have gathered my license from my parents many years ago I still don't like to tell their friends that I have a smoking habit. I mean for a 50 year old lady how immatured can you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd!! My tummy was wanting to purge since this morning until I reached home. I can't do it elsewhere except for home! Upon reaching home, toilet bowl it was. God, it felt darn good. Hehehe.. Lau Sai Queen I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster House is out! Monster House it out! I'm sooo gonna watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115650777524588038?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115650777524588038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115650777524588038&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115650777524588038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115650777524588038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115574724505932427</id><published>2006-08-17T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:10:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MidSummer Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/09_20-01a_04.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/200/09_20-01a_04.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with Bouncy Bwiggie today. MidSummer Dream by Dygrafilms. It was indeed one of the most boring, unexciting movie I have ever watched. As I have watched almost all the movies in town, we decided on MidSummer Dream. No doubt it was a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MidSummer Dream &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;According to legend, once a year, during the summer solstice, humans can pass through to the magic world of goblins and fairies, a peaceful and harmonious place where dreams can come through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Helena is a young, intelligent and realistic girl who does not believe in legends. But her father, Theseus the Duke, is very ill, and she will do anything to make him recover his will to live. She will even embark on a journey in search of Titannia, Queen of fairies. She will travel with Demetrius the banker and vain Lysander, both of whom will do their best to win her affections. But the magical world has been forgotten by humans, and is no longer the same. The king, Oberon is a party loving chubby goblin who spends a lot of his time selling spells wholesale, helped by his assistant Puck, a clever but mischevious goblin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Magical landscapes, lazy fairies, ambitious witches and a Queen which is very hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With bad graphic animation and irritating music, the show game a horrible headache. I had to head home to rest my trobbling head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115574724505932427?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115574724505932427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115574724505932427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115574724505932427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115574724505932427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/midsummer-dream.html' title='MidSummer Dream'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115536956357506143</id><published>2006-08-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:59:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>Before LOB (lack-of-blood/period) comes, I usually have an appetite of 2. As the time of the month is approaching, again the cravings has started to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for a hotdog full of pickles and relishes and mustard on top together with mayonaise topping. Yum Yum! Any good suggestions where I can get this yumilicious hot dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for fish and chips! Especially from Sold Out. Anyone wants to go there with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for Japanese food from Umiya and Jagoya. Anyone wants to be my date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for loads of food filled on my table and only me and my friends to finish everything up. Ain't I greedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for Malibu with Cranberry. I bought Cranberry juice and came home to mix it with Malibu. So refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for Lychee Martini. Anyone knows the mixture so that I don't have to leave my house just to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for a lot of things. The list goes on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115536956357506143?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115536956357506143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115536956357506143&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115536956357506143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115536956357506143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115523158785448306</id><published>2006-08-11T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:43:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>Aloha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and formost, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Afzan and Erik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! 2ndly, sorry i texted you the wrong day. 3rdly Happy belated birthday, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yee Yaw, Sue Gin, Ian Jie, Sai Kit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to whoever's birthday is this week. Thousand apologies if I didn't wish you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jobs jobs jobs. Headache here and there. I want to go back into advertising and publishing or events but the offers that I've been getting isn't just the suitable type. Anyone wants to offer a job to me? Oh, thanks Shawn for your kind thoughts! Sorry made you go through all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm in a happy mood! Happy happy mood! Mom's new oven came! And I did some shopping. Well nighty nights everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115523158785448306?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115523158785448306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115523158785448306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115523158785448306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115523158785448306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115504144870219390</id><published>2006-08-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:50:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavily Sedated</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning with a fuzzy blurness in my mind. Did I sleep or did I not sleep?All I know, I was tossing and turning the 3 hours I tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minor tussle with that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;, I tried to sleep my woes away. Unfortunately my eyes didn't flutter a single bit, mind widely awake and my frustrations started to pour in. After half an hour rolling in bed, I was still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading to my comfy bed, I was wide awake sitting in my computer room when all of a sudden the door swinged open widely. There wasn't any breeze nor rain nor anything at that time! I suddenly felt daddy's pressence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly switching off the comp, I headed to bed. With all the tossing and turning I still felt daddy's pressence. This time closer. As if he was sitting on the bed with me, trying to send me to sleep. It was just like when I was young, daddy patting me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that daddy was there sitting beside me, I just didn't want to sleep. I don't know how, I suddenly dozed off to sleep. It was an opportunity to feel his pressence and still I slept for an hour although he was beside me. Such a horrible child I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being miserable the entire day, I was dead tired by the time I reached home. I plopped on the bed and slept all the way through until 7. I had no idea who called neither what I was talking to them about. When I got up, I was feeling dead hungry. With only 2 green apples in my tummy, there was nothing to eat at all! Feeling lazy, I decided not to call anyone and wait for mom to come home and bring me food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd, when she reached home, all I had was 2 pieces of sushi and 1 bread. That's like the saddest meal ever. I'm going out for a meal after this. I'm hungry. No one cares. No one bothers. All they ever think is that i irritate the hell out of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115504144870219390?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115504144870219390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115504144870219390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115504144870219390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115504144870219390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/heavily-sedated.html' title='Heavily Sedated'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115488353590150599</id><published>2006-08-07T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:58:55.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While</title><content type='html'>Realized that I've been ignoring the blog and posting emotional moments. Thanks to everyone that cared! My moments has been enlightened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a food fest with Ben a.k.a Bouncy Bwiggie today. Went to some Jap place in Plaza Damas. The moment we walked in we were like "er.. uh.. shall we leave?" However, as the waitress served us hot green tea, we decided to stay on for a bit. Ordered Agadeshi Toufu and Cawanmushi. I could whip up the Agadeshi Toufu myself! Cawanmushi was a total failure. Zero marks for them! The bill was really really cheap. It came up only to RM13.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out and headed to Rakuzen (also in Plaza Damas). Mmm.. Food there was much more appetizing than the other Jap Restaurant. Then we headed to Champs in Centrepoint. Bouncy Bwiggie had Chau Kuey Teow and I had Pork Pork Noodle. I was so bloated that I couldn't gobble anymore down my troat. Bouncy Bwiggie had to finish everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To note, these 3 restaurants we went was for dinner. How gobbling can that be!! Yummy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed to Starbucks to meet up with the rest of the callin-group. Had a funnilicious outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been clubbing a wee bit too much. Every week its either Mambo or Ghetto. I also was in Velvet last night. To count, I was in Zouk 2 times this week. However, I can't stand the crowd in Zouk/Velvet on Saturdays. Its packed! Horribly packed! I was practially squished like a bug! If I had the choice, I would definately NOT go there on Sats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my greatest dearest friends out there, if you have not seen me since January 2006 until now, I'm no longer with the limp long hair. I have cropped and chopped it really really short. I've realized that the more people I bump into, they no longer can recognize me. Its the hair! But trust me, I'm still the same me except that maybe I've pilled on a little bit of weight. He he. Fatso Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I'm flying off to somewhere next year during CNY! I'll definately miss the booze and gambling but guess what its another experience being somewhere else. I can't wait for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115488353590150599?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115488353590150599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115488353590150599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115488353590150599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115488353590150599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115428331424717797</id><published>2006-07-31T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:27:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspirational</title><content type='html'>Being jobless and lack of inspiration has almost knocked my head out of me. I think I'm mentally torturing myself if I don't get a job any sooner. Being solistically sad I would normally say, "Fuck it and enjoy life" but then again I'm turning restless and into a useless vegetable. I better do something about it if I don't want to rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I switched on the PC the other day, I noticed something amiss.. All of a sudden I was like FUCKIN' Hell, someone reformatted my comp! All my pictures! Everything!! That idiot did not even save anything. Neither did that person leave a note to say sorry. Smoke was already blowing out of my ears. First Blogspot had some server problem which did not let me upload any pictures! It kept repeating the first upload. Now everything is gone. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I spend 70% of my time out the house. 30% of my time spent at home would be sleeping + playing with the dog + a litle of chores + toilet. I do feel a little guilty of not making more effort to be home. However I do feel emptiness at home. For quite sometime, me and mom could never get along. We tend to squabble over small little minor things which would then lead to bigger things. I do respect her just that our opinion differs from different point of views. Sometimes I would just shut up and let her do the talking but MOST of the time my ego tend to run over me and open my mouth. We'll not speak for a couple of days and then its back to normal. Unlike my dearest sister, she has the gift of the gap and she leads a very healthy relationship with mom. My lil' brother, the baby of the house. No doubt he gets a lot of attention and again he's mommy's little boy. Sometimes I do wonder what is that, that my siblings has and I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young I have never been mommy's favourite as there's always my brother and sister. I have always been daddy's little girl. I still remember when I was a child, I would wait patiently for daddy to come home. Seeing him at the door step, I would run towards him with my hands right open. He would then pick me up and swing me around. Showering his cute little girl with kisses and hugs, he'll put me in the bath and shower me. When it is play time, I would sit on his legs and he'll go up and down like a see saw. Come bedtime, he'll tell me a bedtime story and tuck me in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years go by, we're not close as before but I was still daddy's little girl. I would still spend time with him. He'll send me wherever I wanted to go, tell me funny stories and was always there for me when I needed him. When I was 19, I was supposed to further my studies to Australia with my sister at the same time. Sister to do her final year and me to do my 2nd and final year there. Sharemarket wasn't too good so I stayed back. Age 20 came, daddy wanted me to go to UK. Mommy said no. Saying that a lot of money has been spent and sister was still in Australia. Parents had a huge arguement. Daddy graduated from UK and wanted me to follow his footsteps. Mom had other bigger plans for brother and sister and she figured since I skipped foundation I saved her a heafty sum of money. She wanted me to graduate locally. Daddy did all the talking and in the end I went over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 year I was there, I would call and talk to my parents (especially daddy) almost every week. I taught daddy how to use msn. He bought me a webcam and sent it to me. From there he monitored my progress. He noted from the Skinny-Me I became the Fatty-Me. He even knew when I was upset and when I wasn't. His proudest moment was when he came over for my graduation. I remember seeing the smiles beaming all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was always there for me but when he breathed his last breath, I wasn't anywhere near him. Not even in a 10 km radius. No matter how fast the car was, I was still 20 minutes too late. Reaching home and seeing daddy gone, I broke down. 5 months has passed and I still miss him. As I write about him, memories flood back, tears roll down my cheeks and I can see him standing in front of me, supporting me in whatever I do. Sometimes before sleeping, I think about him and do wonder why daddy has to go so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During daddy's funeral, mommy, sister and brother were very calm. They didn't want dad to leave with a heavy heart knowing we were crying our hearts out. I just couldn't put on a happy face. 3 days I didn't sleep, 3 days I didn't eat. The whole time, I was just crying, crying and crying. The hardest moment was when daddy's and his casket was sent into the burner. I ran after it and just cried my heart out. Daddy I love you very much and I regret my whole life not telling you so. I miss you a lot and I would try to make the best out of my life. You brought me up for 23 years full of success and I would not let you down. I love you daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115428331424717797?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115428331424717797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115428331424717797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115428331424717797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115428331424717797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/uninspirational.html' title='Uninspirational'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115381544429881218</id><published>2006-07-25T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:17:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Woke up god damn early yesterday and drove to Cheras to pick Aunt Molly up then headed down to PD with her and mom. Drove them to the PD Market, Banks, everywhere they wanted to go. Then headed for Cousin Helen's place in Seremban 2. On the highway, Aunt M was kind of lost, blur upon telling us which turning to take to Seremban 2 (Seremban &amp; Seremban 2 are 2 different places, different turnings needed). Reaching the turning, I asked again for the 3rd time, do we turn left or go straight. Aunt M again forgot her directions, she directed me straight and next I realized that we have overshot the turning. I had to drive another 28 + 28 km to get back to Seremban 2. My left eye was twitching and itching and irritating. I was having sore eyes as well. No doubt I was pretty irritated but I can't scold Aunt M., mommy will so kill me. Anyhow, we reached Cousin Helen's house in the end. My eyes were so bad, I couldn't drive back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cousin Helen's place, she brewed beer! It was fantastic! It tasted exactly like Heineken. I had 2 pints of home made beer. I am so into home made beer that ze planning for buying the beer kit is in my head! Anyone going to Aussie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, the long awaited pictures is finally here. Let ze pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/jo"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/jo%27s-birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/jo"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/jo%27s-birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115381544429881218?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115381544429881218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115381544429881218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115381544429881218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115381544429881218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115346592704249394</id><published>2006-07-21T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:47:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bz-ness</title><content type='html'>A couple of days has passed and I'm still jobless. Searching high and low for the perfect job, there is nothing like it at all. Currently am still working on project basis. Have a fashion show this Saturday in Seremban. Am cheorographing and coordinating their steps, their style and the clothings. Something different as its for a company performance and each team has to perform. Therefore, these 17 people called me in to help them out. They were all first-timers therefore everything had to begin from scratch and 3 days was given to sort this out. Anyhow, tomorrow's the show and today is the last practice, so far so good. Everyone has been very coorporative and thus the end results is pretty good. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mambo Jumbo on Wednesday night. Was so packed!! Lucky thing had a table booked earlier. Was a pretty fun night! Met loads of people whom I have not seen in ages. Saw this not bad looking skinny chick. She had humongous juggies, they were one of the biggest watermelon juggies I have seen in my entire life! Don't know if its real or not. Towards the end of the night, as I was saying bye to some of my friends, this wonderful song came up and we started dancing, all of a sudden this girl started running our direction and screamed "Go Away! I Don't Want You" (something like that) to some guy and grabbed my wrist. Holding it tightly and not letting it go. Me and my friend just stared at her and she grabbed it even tighter pulling it along with her. All of a sudden she let it go and ran away. Wierdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night chilled at Laundry again. Band performance was not that good as other weeks. Can't wait for next week. Heard there would be better bands. I met quite a number of people in Laundry and reminded me of the good old days where all that matters was the fun. No cash, no commitments, nothing at all in mind except for FUN! How I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes i know I'm supposed to upload some piccies but haven't done it yet. Will get it done soon! Meanwhile, do listen to one of my favourite songs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quote: Party Hard and Party Wild. Once you're old, you're old and saggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115346592704249394?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115346592704249394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115346592704249394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115346592704249394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115346592704249394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/bz-ness.html' title='Bz-ness'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115315789007193691</id><published>2006-07-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:39:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I updated the blog. Things that I've done within 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cropped my hair - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First a perverted hair washer washed my hair for a good 15 minutes with a lot of massaging near my boobs and back bra strap. Then stoopid hairstylist does not understand basic ENGLISH when I said make me look good! He made me look like a boy with super short fringe and sideburns (which I specifically repeated 3 times that it should be tucked behind my ears) and he also gave me a super long tail (which I instructed him to chop it off). Conclusion, never going back there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had pool and karaoke session.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched Pirates of the Caribbean &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Mmm.. was a nice show. Bet there would be part 3 and 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hung out with the girls&lt;br /&gt;5. Hung out with boyfriend's friend's girlfriends &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Had yummy-licious Baskin Robbins ice-cream and a beer-ie night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Had satisfactory McD's + Ming Tien feast + Jap food + Korean food!&lt;br /&gt;7. Brought Zippy for a check-up &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Poor Zippy. Instead of getting a check-up, it was sent into ICU! If you're wondering, Zippy is my car (Wira). Oil leak, timing belt out, absorber something wrong and the list goes on. Just burned another hole in the pocket. Poor Zippy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Brought Angel Dog for training.&lt;br /&gt;9. Met up with Ian Jie for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;10. Went for lunch with loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;11. Went for some interviews.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sent Baldie to collect his car and had Yong Tau Foo with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;13. Cheogoraphing a fashion show for 17 UOB Mortgage members and training them.&lt;br /&gt;14. Did bedroom shopping with mom.&lt;br /&gt;15. CHILLED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was totally fulled-up the whole previous week. Oh yeah, I also do have eye irritation due to the weather. I can't go out without my sunglasses if not my eyes would hurt and turn red. I need a job. Any one wants to offer me one? Part-time, full time. Let me know! Mail me at: &lt;a href="mailto:nikki.mah@gmail.com"&gt;nikki.mah@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote: A polished apple looks raw before ripening, upon ripening it looks good, after that it decays rotten. Like a child, you look young, reaching adulthood, you look matured, once growing old, you look older. Cherrish it. We only live once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115315789007193691?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115315789007193691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115315789007193691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115315789007193691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115315789007193691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115278101285675400</id><published>2006-07-13T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:56:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are two pictures from Jo's birthday. Haven't received the rest yet. Will upload it another time. I'm tired.. Will head to my snuggly bed once this is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/me%20von.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/me%20von.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki + Vonnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/tingnan%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/tingnan%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nan Ker + Nikki &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115278101285675400?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115278101285675400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115278101285675400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115278101285675400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115278101285675400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115260921241846924</id><published>2006-07-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:13:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cravings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in a wierd-food-for-cravings-mood again! I had &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chau kuey teow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for branch, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thai instand noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for tea and yet I'm still craving for more food! I had cravings for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O'Brien/Oliver Super Sandwich&lt;/span&gt; and then came cravings for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; food and then cravings for a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;table full of food at Ming Tien&lt;/span&gt;. HELP!!! I'm in the craving galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to buy me food? Please.. Maybe we can spread it out into a few days? Please? Please? Please????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115260921241846924?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115260921241846924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115260921241846924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115260921241846924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115260921241846924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/food.html' title='Food!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115253957478099239</id><published>2006-07-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:52:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Friday was Jo's birthday! Haven't gotten the pictures from Vonnie yet. Will upload it upon receiving it. We celebrated her big day in a Salsa Club, Mesquite (located in Heritage Row).  Almost everyone was there. Everyone was doing a little of dancing, a little of drinking and a little of chatting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Saturday was Jo's birthday BBQ! We decided to have steamboat and bbq up in Genting, Pei's place. Meat marination was done by Madamoiselle Nikki Mah. Was given only an hour to marinate it! By the time we reached, Steamboat had already started and by the time it was time for BBQ, we were kind of bloated. Anyhow, was all good. We watched Shinobi thereafter. I would say its a-not-bad-show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday was Ben's mommy's birthday. The four of us (Aunty, Ben, his sister and me) went to Manhattan Fish Market for dinner. Food was yummy! Ah, an eating feast weekend!  Muah tummy is so bloated now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went with Vonnie to visit Joe and then had dinner with her and Jo at Pantai Seafood Restaurant. As usual, Vonnie over ordered. We had fish soup, Assam Fish, Fried Pork Ribs, Veg and Crabs! We couldn't finish it all. Was full to the brim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No more food feasting for the next one week! I would turn into a fatty bom bom soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote: If pigs can fly, so can lies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115253957478099239?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115253957478099239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115253957478099239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115253957478099239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115253957478099239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115220950682162248</id><published>2006-07-07T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T02:11:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shockingly Embaressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My sister's car f***ed me over today! Her small little Kelisa was blocking my car therefore had no choice but to use it. Upon leaving my house, I went to Mobil petrol kiosk to pump petrol. However, I didn't know where the petrol tank button was. So there I was searching high and low around the car. Guess what I idioticly could not find it! I was getting funny stares and was wierdly embaressed! Therefore, I decided to drive off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heading towards The Curve, there I was thinking, if the red light comes on, I'll just pump petrol at Petronas. Never came on, so I continued my journey. As I entered The Curve's parking, rounding for a car park, suddenly the car jolted and died. I was like what the f***! No red light and you dare stall! The engine would not start at all! I was like screaming in my head, stupid little car! There I was, smacked right in the middle of the car park without any petrol. The car behind me decided to abandon me and leave me right in the middle. No help nothing! Idiots! Next thing you know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;two good looking homosapians&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a Honda Civic decided to stop and give me a hand. They pushed my car to one corner and said bye bye to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Parked the car and found the traffic guard. Told him my car number plate so that no clamping would be done to the car. I headed off to look for Von so that she could drive me to Petronas to get some petrol. But as I was going up the escalator, the Traffic Guard stopped me. He told me to wait, he was going to get a bottle and fill it up with petrol for me. Such a kind samaritan! He was so honest that he came back with the petrol, with change and a receipt. He even helped me to fill in the petrol. He's such a kind soul. Unfortunately, I did not manage to get his name,. He adviced me to fill in more petrol after I leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;To Mr. Kind Traffic Guard, thank you for saving my life today! I owe you one big one. And who said Malaysian's aren't friendly! Thank you! Thank you!! May you have a healthy happy life! Thank you Mr. Kind Traffic Guard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote: People may seem mean but may actually be the nicest of all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115220950682162248?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115220950682162248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115220950682162248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115220950682162248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115220950682162248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/shockingly-embaressing-my-sisters-car.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115212525443804874</id><published>2006-07-06T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:33:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;SUPERMAN SUXS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The movie suxs to the brim! Who can't guess that Jason (Lois Lane's son) is also Superman's son? Why would Superman be powerless when Kryptonite is around him (its just a stone!)? And when Superman faced Lex Luther in the ugliest Crystal home, why didn't he feel powerless at first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lex Luther's men were beating Superman up, it looked so fake! So blah! And did I mention, since when did Lois Lane pick up smoking? That is so not real! Also Superman! His sense of dressing never change! Underwear on the outside with ugly looking super suits. Also his boots! They are the ugliest boots I have ever seen in my entire life! I thought I was dreaming, Superman looked as if he was wearing working shoes together with his outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can't anyone tell the difference between Clark Kent and Superman? Clark Kent without glasses = Superman. Superman without the twirly fringe = Clark Kent. My gawd, overall the show was not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much expected the show to be quite low standard but this is just off the line! Its waaay beyond standard.. Too unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Superman, had Japanese at Ozeki with the girls for lunch (apparently claimed to be Von's last good lunch before plucking out her Wisdom tooth). Well, was quite worth it. Had a lunch set (only RM28++). Given was rice, 2 choices of dishes from the menu, miso soup, fruits, salad, pickles. Food was not bad! I'll give it thumbs up! Well, I'll let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/jap1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/jap1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jap food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/Nikki.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/Nikki.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nikki Wierdo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/von.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/von.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Von&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/jo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/jo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/1600/Angeline.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/342/320/Angeline.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angeline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quote : There may be many fishes in the sea but which is the right one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115212525443804874?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115212525443804874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115212525443804874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115212525443804874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115212525443804874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-suxs-movie-suxs-to-brim-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115207290743567729</id><published>2006-07-05T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:26:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Itchy Red Pimple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A devastating itchy red pimple has popped out on my face! Its getting darn annoying. Its not noticable but its itchy! Darn Itchy Pimple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Ee Von had both her wisdom tooth removed. The clinic was somewhere in town near Maju Junction (which I just found out is a shopping complex). While waiting for Von, Angeline and I decided to scout what's about in Maju Junction. Surprisingly, Maju Junction has FOS, Nichi, The Body Shop, GUESS KIDS and some other options. They had this accessories shop where they sold the nicest and cheapest things. I bought polka-dot earrings for only RM6!! They had it in black and white. I got the black based with white polka-dots. I wanted the white based earrings as well but guess they didn't have it in the size I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some other shopping, picked Muffled Von (she couldn't talk, sounded so cute!) up and headed over to 1Utama to meet up with Sam and Andrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote: Love is as patient as time. Only time will tell everything. Rushing would get you no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115207290743567729?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115207290743567729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115207290743567729&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115207290743567729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115207290743567729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/itchy-red-pimple-devastating-itchy-red.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115194792192655479</id><published>2006-07-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:32:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote: Die of Hunger or Eat Like Famish Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo, 2nd post of the day. Rushed to Mid Valley to meet Paul the Boss to get some stuff from him. Then rushed back again to office to get some stuff printed out and rushed again to client's place to pass her the report. And guess what, while this was on-going, I was slapped with a RM100 fine from MPPJ. I didn't even know my car number plate fell out. 2nd I was half an hour delayed in the office. When I got to the car, I was like shitz.. another fine... but heck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, sent some e-mail to client and all of a sudden I heard a loud sound approaching my house. Ee Von and Angeline came to pick me up to have a girls night out. Well, I was in the middle of a small squabble. Angeline wanted to go home to sleep but Ee Von wanted her to spend time with us. In the end, Angeline went home. Rushed to KL to pick Jo up and we decided to have Indian food for dinner at Passage through India. (We couldn't find the place, rounded that particular area 3 times but found it at last when my gastric gas was just about to spill out) Quite an exotic Indian place. Really felt like India. Food served was so-so and slightly pricey. The environment was really nice. We were given a small area to ourselves where the chair could be used as a sofa. There I was after dinner lying on my little sofa sipping beer. Such a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner headed back to Starbucks, Centrepoint to meet up with the rest. Angeline, Pei Pei, Nan Kor and Skyy came by. Chilling and catching up. I experimented on Skyy's earhole. Its big enough to fit and hold a Starbucks straw! Such an impressive act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115194792192655479?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115194792192655479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115194792192655479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115194792192655479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115194792192655479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/quote-die-of-hunger-or-eat-like-famish.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30582685.post-115191075431196019</id><published>2006-07-03T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:12:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the official opening for http://nikkimah.blogspot.com, please put our hands together and welcome me, Nikki Wierdo. As few knows, I have been a guest blogger for http://splatspit.blogspot.com until the site died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having massive free time at hand, I've decided to write about a re-run of my life in the extraordinary blogging world. Quitting my job several months ago and freelancing in organizing events, I've started to realize that no matter how good the pay is or how free one (ME) is, a permanent job is definately better. Being financially in controlled, time equally spreaded out and stability being there. Anyhow, another question arises, should I or should I not go back to the publishing line. I love how magazines are run or how fast paced they are or how occupied we are kept. Should I venture in this line again or should I carry forward to the next line? Any solutions? Or better still, does anyone want to hire me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30582685-115191075431196019?l=nikkimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/feeds/115191075431196019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30582685&amp;postID=115191075431196019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115191075431196019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30582685/posts/default/115191075431196019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimah.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-official-opening-for-httpnikkimah.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
