Hey Cranberries, This Is What's In My Head

My 2 cents on certain issues that have been recently discussed.

Studying overseas in France

As I've previously mentioned in a previous post not so long, yes, shit was dope. THAT was me referring to the last weeks of my stay there. The truth is, winter sucks. Winter to me is the most miserable weather of all time. For us who suffer under the sweltering heat in Singapore, winter sounds like wonderland but NO. Do not be deceived. The cold during Spring was fucking great because the sun was out but the place was chilly. You can go to the beach and still wear a thick cardigan. How the fuck? What? Awesome. 

The buses were pretty fucked up. I mean the service was cool. Drivers were waaaaaay more polite than the ones in Singapore. When it's freezing cold at 6am, you live 40minutes away from school and have to survive 11 hours of classes, a cheery 'Bonjour!' and a smile goes a long way. Makes your day just a little bit better. Suddenly you don't really mind that you're ass to ass in a bus full of people, who don't really smell great(despite having a neighbouring city famous for perfume), for a good half an hour. The only problem is the buses don't operate like SBS. We seriously take transport for granted here. It's convenient as hell in Singapore, so stop complaining. You have no fucking idea. Try getting lost at Foyer Le Roc in the cold. The jams here at home though...

Communication was a huge barrier. Our French language, fail. Enough. Said. 

In the beginning(to be honest 3/4 of the whole stay there), everyone was a fucking typical, uptight, Singaporean student.Yes, that includes me. Calm your tits. 

Financially, if you're not prepared.... I'm not discouraging you to go for it but let's just say you're going to be depressed very often. 

Branded goods; head to toe

Rouyi Vwitton

(dont play play k, this is legit pic i took in streets of Antibes. & this is not really LV la, gees.)

I know people who dress themselves in high end brands and that junk don't even look as good as my $4 Sungei Road shoes. #bitchplease

Like what Erma tweeted,

"c'mon. if you truly have style, you won't need branded clothes to achieve a look"

Right?

Well, excuse me for being a jealous cunt. I suppose if I could afford it, I too, would buy a $200 studded shorts by *inserthighendbrandhere* which I totally can't DIY with a $15 one. I totally won't care that I could have saved $158 because screw you, I'm wearing *inserthighendbrandhere*. Bitches love *inserthighendbrandhere*.  No(t much) hating la. Good for you, fool. I'm glad you have money to spend like that.

Awwwwwwwww Yeah

Rich people who complain every. single. time.
Just STFU already. We not so fortunate people don't need to hear about your first world problems. Your royal hands have no clue. If you feel like your life is ending because you don't have what, 5 star room service in a budget hotel? Then you can go drown yourself in your toilet bowl in that castle you live in which you claim is 'just okay'. Fuck you, some people no roof over their heads, no fingers, still can smile and play accordion in the train and be happy when someone donate 1 dollar okay.

Stop and smell the roses.


Smelling roses
Actually, they don't smell pleasant as flowers right? Don't you realise that? They smell like shit. Literally faeces. Like from the fertilizer or something. Shame, I really like that figure of speech.

Stop and smell the lavenders.

People who comment about every single thing on a person
So I can't really stop you because those are your opinions and you have rights to make your own. & maybe you just insecure like that but you need to tone it down though. If people judged you like you do I bet you'd hate it la k. Whatever, your thoughts. Nothing to do here........

(I die a little inside when these same people try to preach about nobody being perfect.)


Profanities & I
My language ain't the cleanest nor the best but I know worst. I know people who have a colourful vocabulary of verbal insults. So what? K, sometimes I use 'fuck' like a punctuation but seriously don't act like as if one person dies everytime the word 'fuck' is mentioned. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucketty fuck. So what? We still speak better English.

People who think they cray cray
Ya, I suppose if you admit to being legit crazy it makes you a bit mental. It's totally cool though because after several shots of tequila, I go loco too. So we tight like that. Here's our sympathy. 0

Stress

I get stress. As in, I feel you, bro. I stress out about a lot of nonsense too. Sometimes though, the things people do because they're stressed out with something they don't even need to be pressured about.... is beyond ridiculous. I know that now.

Refer to figure of speech that requires you to halt in current position and smell a species of flora. 

Centre parted hair
You trying to say I look ugly with my hair like that? Then say it. Don't ask me why I parted my hair in the centre. I didn't. God created my natural hairline like that mafucka. Which means if I dont give a fuck about my hair like you do, Miss Ibuybrandedproductsforallthehaironmybody, it naturally falls the way it does to make me look fuglier than you. Don't be jealous that I be looking like your maid. So really, just say it :)


Me
Damn, that bitch bitter.

Centre parting lady boss out, mofos.

Kiss me on the left side of my brain

I would love to be friends with my 2009 self. I believe we would have a smashing time, all the time. I think 2009 Nicole is damn fresh and a great person to have a deep conversation with without being judged. She also won't challenge to put you down and she's not bossy at all. Very much a cooperative person but not too submissive. Fuck. I'm hyping myself up. I don't want to clone myself or anything. Not ever. I won't be able to take it when clone Nicole degenerates.

I hope you don't take this the wrong way. I'm not self-obsessed or anything. Not really. I'm just saying it would be interesting to hang out with yourself from a period in your life. Right? 

Nada

Restless. There is an itch I cannot scratch.  My gums, my eyes, in between my toes. My nail beds feel funny. I can't stop fidgeting. It's too warm in this room. This house is too small. It's too cold outside. This place is too small. Suffocated. God, some people are so stupid. Some people are so pretentious. Some people are so fucking conceited.

Please stop with the fake smiles. Please don't pretend like you know it all. Please stop thinking you're all that. Please appreciate what you have you fickle minded rich bitch. 

(These people are an okay source of entertainment.)

 

I can't sleep.

I'm a hypocrite. 

I can be quite the dumbass. I can be pretentious. I can be vain, douchey. It's a front. A way for me to get away. For me to hide. For me to get some answers. Speaking about answers.. Why should I ever pretend to not know the answer to the question I asked? Why do I do that? Why do I ask questions only for validation? And these are real questions. Questions I have no answers to. 

I'm normal. I believe I'm pretty average as a human being. I'm no hero, no hot stuff celebrity, no well known somebody. I get by. I'm not a genius nor am I crazy but there's still something not right. I'm a little, a little messed up. I get by, still, I get by. I'm alright. I'm okay. I'm too human. I don't like that. 

but I like you. 

How I Lost My Phone

I feel very insulted. Of course it's true Lynn. I'm very traumatized by the griffin attack.

I'm back in the tropics

See, I like to pretend that I have an onslaught of loyal readers who religiously visits my blog for updates but I know in reality I don't. Anyway, playing pretend is fun so I would like to apologise for my no warning, suddenly  mentioned hiatus from Kidynamite.

It's been a week since I've left the south of France and I still blame my topsy turvy body clock on jet lag but fuck that, we all know i'm nocturnal.

Also, I like to believe that I adapt pretty fast to any situation but really, I'm kind of still adjusting myself to being home. Not that I miss France so much I want to take the first plane there or anything. It was a great experience, the weeks towards my return was some of the most awesomest days of my life or at least made my time there worth it. I'm glad to be back, in the arms of the people I love most and my bed(nobody hates my bed). As awesome as it was, I don't want to live there forever! Then again, there are some things I wished never changed.

The weather for instance. I mean sure as I'm typing this it's raining bitches and hoes out there and I love it but nothing compares to the cold, fresh air of Sophia Antipolis. The perfect balance of warm and cold that Spring brings in the mid day. Even when it rains..there's just something so much more beautifully calming there than I have ever seen anywhere else.

Going to France was like a well deserved 4 month long vacation for me. Especially all the partying. We never wanted the parties to stop. Beyond the parties, the activities I miss most would definitely be movie nights at Andre's and then the inevitable sleepover that follows after. Ordering Focaccias and Pizzas with no delivery charges and free drinks. Fuck. Never gonna get that in Singapore.

I'll definitely miss the absolutely breathtaking sceneries, the fresh food and the times I spent with the other 3 filles chinoise.

I know the pictures really doesn't reflect what I said above because it didn't feature all 4 of us or Ain at all but ya'll understand. I know how cool you guys are with all these details.

Bottomline, the fact that I'm back still hasn't actually sunk in yet but yes, like i've said a million times, I'm glad to be back. (but if anyone presented me with a ticket to leave the country for a bit right now, I'd accept it in a heart beat) ALSO, ALSO, glad to say that I've lost the 2 kg i've gained over winter, just had to add this in but nb i still look chubby in pictures.

P/S To clear the air, I've really lost my phone. I don't own an android no more but I still have my SG sim card with me so I can still be contacted via traditional sms and call. Don't blame me for not replying your whatsapp fool. <3

Aww Maaan Sunday Already?

You can't not spazz for Sunny D's Orange & Strawberries bro.

Hopeless Hair, go name your band.

Cause I'm all for passion for fashion

Gave in to 1 night of brownie craving, I phat so?

The duck face stares into your soouuul.

Who dat hottie? Not me

(overused phrase I used to see in ppl's Friendster profiles "acbc". Act chio, bo chio)

I like to remind people that I'm still alive and camwhoring and featuring unappetizing food in my blog. Don't forget my habit of linking 2 irrelevant topics in one blog post. Surprise! I am a new gal(you should be able to tell I've changed because I just used 'gal'). I shall leave the beauty of my self-obsessed photos and brownie as the main topic of this post.

Later, reader! You're great you know that? Somebody in this world loves you, I'm sure. Even if you're a dog.

Shalala in the morning

Hi, my name is Nicole and these are my friends.

Aren't they gorgeous? I think they are. If they joined a pageant.....actually I they're so beautiful they're actually pageant whores. <3

Tainted love

I like to read my tumblr archives. The times before I only reblogged pictures. All that raw emotions. So much pain in there but so much logic.

Lynn posed a question that really got me thinking. "Do you remember the first time your heart broke?" she asks ever so innocently. I was really cracking my brain to remember. Then I realised that I've been hurt countless of times. Being hurt is a scary thing. It must take someone really optimistic or something to still remember the first time you felt your heart shatter...or a couple other reasons, you know it.

So, I don't recall the first time but I vaguely remember some of the more painful ones. It made me really, really bitter one time. Actually, I think something in me snapped after that one. I was never the same again. I've never been more terrified of getting my heart ripped out of my chest since then. That was the turning point that made me so sceptical, so jaded, so guarded. Ain't that sad.

Clearly, I'm no saint cause I'm a heart breaker myself. Karma's bitch and everything, right? I still feel extremely guilty and upset at all the bridges I've burnt. Some were really good friends and it's really depressing to lose them because of misunderstandings and complications of the heart. Can't be selfish now. Life must go on.

Getting over a heartbreak teaches us resilience and all that life maturing thingamajiggy anyway.