Call me Master Nico!

OK, so I'm not a master, simply a humble black belt. But still, I feel pretty good as I join Wendy in the official Killers' Club of the group.
I don't have many pictures, actually practically none - Natalie didn't know there was a sports setting on the camera, so as a result all the pictures of me doing cool stuff consist of a big white blurry stripe. You'll have to be satisfied with this one then:


As for the World Cup, well, it took me a while to regain a semblance of composure - which was made easier by my self-control skills I developed on my way to becoming a black belt ;o)
But once I did, I decided to do like Masha here:


Sleep it off and pretend it was all just a bad dream! Hey, we still have a shot! All we need to do is find 22 rugby players to play instead of the 22 toilet paper rolls we had on the field last night! :o)

Love y'all!

Busy Busy!

Hey folks,

So it's been a while since I gave an update. No, I didn't change my looks this time, although my hair did grow back quite a bit already. Still debating whether to 'shave it' again and let it 'grow' back to its usual level.
Anyhoot, it's been somewhat of a crazy month, busy at work, getting sick for a while and for the last 2 weeks preparing my black belt test. It's this afternoon. I'm a little nervous but no more than that, because, hey, I never really get nervous. I must have some lizardry in my family tree the way my blood is cold like that.

Anyway, wish me luck, it'd be a pain to have learnt all these forms and kicks, written those essays, and learnt all that Korean terminology and writing for nothing!

Oh, and ALLEZ LES PETITS! Elle est pour nous cette Coupe!!!