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I'm Going Home

I interrupt the Taste like Valentine Series for a short announcement.Just couple of minutes to go before I head to Narita Airport to take my long awaited flight back to my home sweet home. It’s been almost 2 months since I left home and I am looking forward as hell for it. While for the people who has already celebrated their Chinese New Year and some even has ending their celebration when they started working, I am having my one soon. Anyway, you all had yours and it is my turn now to gobble up as much boxes of Mandarin Oranges and munch down as much Pineapple tart as I can and wash it down with the 3 cartons of Pepsi which is sitting in the store room. I think I will start by moving a carton of Pepsi into my room when I get back. And Hell yeah bitch, my Ang Pows are waiting for me in my room. Will be reaching Kuantan tomorrow morning and the first thing I am going to do is drive Woa Woa up to the beach and have Gali Mee (Curry Noodle) with “Extra Si Ham” for breakfast.

On the 14.2.08, yes on Valentine Day, even though our record deal didn’t went as smoothly as it was suppose nevertheless, xniquet will be playing a function at DaRu Halls at Cherating. The function is for older single adults to mingle sort of thing. Since my uncle is the organizer for this and if it wasn’t for him, we would have turned down the offer not because all snob or shit, but the problem is it’s been a while since we perform on stage and I don’t think we even have enough time to practice and I should hell better not get any jet lag is I am to play. But all in all I am still looking forward to it and this is the first time that we are going to play our own material for the show. So I better start memorizing the lyrics to "This Beautiful Pain” because I always messed it up. So if you are around Cherating or anywhere near there, do drop by and enjoy the show. It’s DaRu Halls @ DaRu Palm Resort, Pantai Cherating , Ktn 26080, Phg .




To All The Bloggers on the right (on my list)....This is something for you on this Valentine and a way to say how much I fucking love your blogs...Happy Fucking Valentine...

But My Dreams Aren’t as Empty…







…as my conscious.

To those who dropped words of encouragement HERE...


I thank you so much for your kinds and uplifting words of encouragement, I guess I really needed it. All your words give me strength even in the face of defeat. To be honest I was really tore apart by all of it. I know being the festive season and shit, no one wants to whine or listens to a whining whore. But I finally snapped out of it and I am facing my reality. Right after the revoking of the offer, an SMS came in and Mr. Producer was pulling out of the current project and also all the project funding, just as I predicted. All the blood and sweat that I have been put into the production for months are now just merely bit and bytes taking up storing space in my lap top and it will not be released. But I am still looking for a way to get in on the CD store’s shelf. I don’t know how, but somehow I will find a way. I was this close to achieving my dreams but it has to all come apart.

I guess I have to revert back to be that dreamer that had a heart of gold. When things are so right, it doesn’t mean things won’t go wrong, right? But doesn’t mean I have to give up. Even as I spend my last few days here going around, I am already writing my new stuffs for another LP.

But for now, I am just looking forward to go home. Even though I feel like a fucking chump going back home in defeat but I hope that the people back there will take me as I am and welcome me back. Just less than 3 more days for me in this forsaken land that has made my faith gone dry; another bitter sweet ending here…mostly bitter, the only thing sweet is I am going home.

My life is like a open book, and it is for the world to see, but sometimes nothing is the something that hold me together...






Better Days







As I packed my bags get ready to leave the studio, I cannot but feel heavy hearted because this marks my last day here. I have finally given up Japan’s offer and together with my current project; everything has gone down into the bottomless pit. I am so going to miss being in a studio recording and making music. But I will not yield to those who want only their way. Even though I can’t help but to feel beaten and bruised but I have still intact is my pride and spirit in me. I don’t know when will I ever set foot in such a studio with such sophisticated equipment, but I shall not stop dreaming about it, maybe one day I will be right here again doing what I love doing. So I’ll take all this wound and convert it into notation and lyrics and sing it out loud. Someone told me as the door slams behind me, there will be another one open, I just have to find out which. So I guess tonight my world begins again.

Let me take this opportunity to wish each and every one a Happy Chinese New Year, I guess most of the people would wish a prosperity and good fortune, but this year I just wanna wish you better days for you and your family; having peace, joy and happiness, faith and trust all the days of your life.

Enjoy the festive!!

My host who had just come back from Malaysia a couple of weeks ago brought something back. Usually I am not a but lover of this dish but being away from home especially during Chinese New Year, it does really give a little piece of home.- Instant Yee Sang

Even though it taste like crap but it still makes me feel like Chinese New Year




Ass Fucker Inc.








When things seems to be going fine and everything is great, the clouds had to part and the sky had crack open and God himself puts out his fucking arms through, just to push me down and just to hold me down. Now I am stuck in this hole with the shit and the piss of what I was called my work. Thinking what all my work have become and all that might that could have been. To cut the story short Japan has offered me a three year contract, but it is only offered to Mr. Producer and me, on one condition, I had to let the other two band members go and the two of us must be in or there is nothing. Not only I am feeling the burden of breaking the news to my two mates but I have to carry the weight of Mr. Producer. I know he wants it badly. But I don’t think this Japan thing is cut out for me. I had my time to think about it but I still couldn’t decide what is best, not only for me but also for my family at home. I have been working 14 hours straight and today Mr. Producer had to shove a lightning bolt up my ass - If I don’t accept the offer, Mr. Producer who is also the executive producer will pull out from my current project, which leaves me with only one thing – nothing. All my work for these last few months and time spent in Japan will be gone just like that. All I can think about is my decision could be the very end of xniquet’s music career. It was a never even a “Has Been”; it is a “Never Was”. Now I know how it feels to be fucked up the ass…


My Date With Suicide







Don’t a small amount of people die every year after eating this shit I asked Norie; She answered yeah, but the restaurant that we are going, the chef haven’t kill anyone YET. So you are QUITE safe. Deep inside I really wanna do this but somehow coming from a country where usually drivers obtain their driving license by paying Duit Kopi-o (bribe money), somehow just sort of struck me that what if it is the same here for the licensed Fugu Chef. But I don’t wanna be a pussy and back out now, Norie, Kenichi, Hota and I are already on our way there. Hota assured me that I am relatively safe because if I die eating Fugu in that restaurant, I will be the very first and I will be really famous. Experienced Fugu chefs will leave enough poison in the flesh of the fish to give the eaters a little numbness around the lips and tongue and this is what that keeps eaters coming back for more. But sometimes, maybe sometimes the poison is a little too much. Anyway, along the way Hota gave me a little insight about Japan’s favorite delicacy as part of the whole Fugu eating experience.

“It's said that the most poisonous Fugu, "Tora-fugu," is the most delicious. Its toxin makes cyanide look like Aspirin. Just touching a it the wrong way can be deadly. The common blowfish contains enough tetrodotoxin to kill up to 30 adult humans. “In the case of torafugu, the ovary alone sometimes weighs over a kilogram and contains enough poison to kill some 20 people. The poison paralyzes the muscles while the victim stays fully conscious, and eventually suffocates and dies. There is currently no antidote, and the standard medical approach is to try to support the respiratory and circulatory system until the effect of the poison wears off. The chef must have special skills and knowledge about Fugu to be licensed. Poisonous parts of Fugu differ, depending on the kind of Fugu. Because of the strict regulations, the number of deaths is decreasing. Best time to eat them is October to March”

As we reached the place, I just can’t help but to notice but I am flirting with death and this could be my very last meal,. After having the urge of doing this ever since I heard about it, I finally succumbed to the temptation. God damn it, sitting my ass down on the chair waiting for my Fugu set meal, feels like I am sitting on an electric chairand waiting for the switch to be flipped; but what the heck anyway, living is meaningless without a little death, don’t you think so? As the starters came out, deep down inside I thought to myself, this could very much be the beginning ……of the end.




Fugusahi
First, it was the famous grey colored sashimi (Fugu) served with Ponzu dipping sauce (a citrus-like soy sauce).



Yubiki
Next was a salad made with the raw skin and meat of the Fugu eaten green onions and a light citrus dressing.



Fugu-no-karaage
Deep Fry Fugu, contains various other parts of the fish, some meat, some crunchy bone, deep fried with a few vegetables. I love this one, reminds me of Kerepok Lekor (hometown food). But this is a damn expensive Kerepok Lekor.


Fugu-chiri
Lastly, it is steam-boat fugu. You pretty much damn everything into a hot pot cook it and eat, just like Shabu- Shabu



Hirezake
My drink, tea made by brewing up toasted Fugu fins with hot sake.



I did felt a slight tingle on my tongue during the first two courses but not to the extent of numbness. I think the chef was going easy on me and trying like hell not to get me killed. Anyway, it was fun and nerve wrecking experience especially the anticipation and the taking of the first bite. After that it was smooth sailing and deliciously fun.

Total damage done = 7,000 yen (RM213.00/SD93.00) per head and making a grand total damage of 28,000 yen. I think someone amongst us is being poison by the Fugu poison.

I feel for you my wallet.!!!!







Mechanical Bride: Hell Flavoured






First of all, I would like to apologize for the lack of vulgarity in this blog during last week. I mean I just wanted to show my respect to Michael who has just passed away. Hence the lack of shits and fucks in my posts; but I promise to make it up to you this week. Come on, how can xniquetx.blogspot.com be lacking of vulgarity. It is like saying Kentucky Fucking Chicken doesn’t sell fucking chicken or McFuckingDonalds doesn’t have fries. One of the reasons I blog is because I can insert as many shits and fucks into my post as I fucking like. As you can fucking see, I have an ass spanking butt licking new layout. No fucking longer this blog will be known as the Red Grosteskes. But it will be known as “Hell Flavoured : taste like Valentine” and like it’s fucking predecessor , it will have a mirror site. The Red Empress and The Mechanical Bride. So what is the fucking difference bitch, you might ask, I not sure how to tell you yet, but for now, I am just going to tell you that it is just the fucking background color. If you are a fucking cleanliness freak and you are into whites, I suggest you read The Mechanical Bride; if you like nice and dirty, long and black and don’t mind having blurred white lines burned into your retina after reading it, you should fucking dig The Red Empress.

Hell yeah bitches, but what the fuck am I going to get from this “Hell flavoured: taste like Valentine”? I would say that the posts will be more towards looking at things from a different fucking point of view, not the usual ones. A point of view which I don’t fucking usually voice out, take for an instance, what do you think of a guy who is trying to court a girl who has already got a boyfriend? Is he just trying to be an ass and trying to show that he can? Or maybe he is just trying to give the girl another option in letting her choose the right one for her? What about a guy who is cheating with a girl who already got a boyfriend, plays her up and leave her. Is the guy just a regular playa or he is just trying to teach the slut a lesson and let the girl see that her boyfriends is the best. What about a guy seducing someone else’s wife? If he a trying to break up the marriage or he is just trying to give the wife an option if the marriage fails? All these are butt fucking moral issues. To some it is pretty clear cut but to those who score lame ass grades for their fucking moral studies, it is pretty hard for them to determine the right and wrong. Because I believe every fucking thing is arguable.

Things are not always what they seem to be, take the song “Like a Virgin” by Madonna. I bet your fucking ass that all of y’all know the song right? Just by looking and listening to the song, you might have guess that this song is about a virgin having sex for the very first time. But it isn’t. The song Like a Virgin is actually a metaphor for big dicks. The song is talking about a super slut, who is a regular fucking fuck machine. I am talking morning, day and night. All she ever has is dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick and dick. If you ask me how many dicks are there I would say there is a fucking lot of dicks. Till one day, she meets this guy with a huge dick and he fucks her. I mean by this time after having some much dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick and dick, she should have been bubble yum and no dick would have given her any tingle. But this guy she met was giving her serious dick action, that she made her feel something that she has long forgotten – Pain, pain, pain and pain, and hence…Like a Virgin. Amen.

So you see try to look at things from a different view sometime, even the most remote ones, you might find and learn something from there. This could be the Absinthe talking, but you know me …

On another note, Norie and Kenichi is back and we are going to have Fugu (puffer fish) this week, I was going to have it last week but I had to leave for US, so we are doing it this week. For your information, Fugu contains lethal amounts of the poison in the internal organs, especially the liver and ovaries, and also the skin. Therefore, only specially licensed chefs are allowed to prepare and sell fugu to the public, and the consumption of the liver and ovaries is forbidden. However, a number of people die every year from consuming improperly prepared Fugu. This is definitely going to be something that I wanna do before I die.







End of Red Groteskes








something I left for mike

All the picture seems to get this funny flash on that day during the service


I am finally back from US. Things there are pretty much settled, Michael is finally lay to rest in his place of birth and I had my chance to say my last goodbye. After having an almost 20 hours flight time shoved up my ass, it was touchdown Narita Airport early this morning, I manage to get a couple of hours of sleep before I heading to the studio for a meeting today. Now I feel like a whore who has just finished servicing 3,000 black clients. My face is dry and felt like fish scale and my bloody pores are showing. I wonder if all the SKII miracle water and Aloe Vera serum in the world could ever put my face back together again. If a woman loses her voice she will sound like a transvestite, if a man loses his voice he might turn into a baritone, for me now I think I sound like a tranny singing in the baritone section. But the most disturbing thing I found out today is when I stepped on a scale, god damnit I dropped another 3kgs and I haven’t even gain back the ones I lost when I was sick last time. Shit, does that mean I have to give up dreaming of becoming you know who? I must start eating everything in sight to get back my weight.

Anyway, all good things have to come to an end, even the gross, the sick and the grotesque too. This is will be the last post under the red groteskes.



I am a Jazz Tap Dancer







As some of you might already know that I am heading to Boulder tonight to attend Michael’s Funeral. I will be off to JFK first, then I am supposed to meet someone from the Metro New York House of Prayer, and they will arrange for me to get to the city of Boulder, Colorado. All my bags are packed and I am just hours away from leaving. Anyway, someone has been a big time influence on my choice of music these last few days, Now I find myself instead of sticking my tongue out and head banging to Marilyn Manson, I am tapping my feet and occasionally having the urge to dance to Glen Miller or Sinatra's tune. I was never a big fan of Jazz and swing but that doesn’t mean I won’t give it a go; and now I slowing getting the “swing” of it all. I have jammed pack my iPod with feet tapping and ass swinging jazz tunes for the fly, so if you are on the same flight with me to New York tonight and if you feel like you have just hit an air bubble, no it is just me listening ,tapping my feet and swinging my ass to Harry Connick Jr. Looks like I have been all jazzed up by the Jazz bug, but someone has been bitten by the typo bug, so we are even now :D

Here's a little something for you Patrick Star Lovers


Thanks to Calv for sharing Cafe del Mar's tune, they are great, now I can just lay back and enjoy the flight. I love the song " Love Rain Down"