Shopping for cat collar

I'm doing the moving preparation bit by bit. Sorted out my clothing and books and few other stuff than I'm going to take it with me. Then stuff for my cat, Only. This spoil-brat got his microchip couple of weeks ago and fully vaccinated.

My friend Sarah already applied for Only's import permit. The export permit and MAF permit are currently in progress, all these handled by the pet transporter company. Honestly I can't do it on my own I'd rather pay NZD$1200 for services that handle everything for my cat. I got too many things in my head. At time like this (big move), I need peace and calm so that I can think straight. Hoping that I make the best decision.

So last week, after finishing work on saturday we went to Ponsonby Vet to get his collar. I know he already got microchipped. Yes, that's helpful to the custom officer but normal people don't have the gadget to read it. And what worries me if he wonder off in my kampung at least some people know who's the owner of the cat. I didn't put my name though, on the engraving. Put my dad's name, he's known all over Batu 10 and maybe few miles radius! He is.

First we chose the collar. I didn't they got lots of it in many different style. Some were "everyday wear", "formal wear" (to where? royal cat wedding?), and also "night wear". I chose the later. Should Only wonder off at night at least people could see him from the light reflective collar. I won't know what will happen to him in Malaysia. In here here's very domesticated probably because we live in an apartment but once he get use to the big space in kampung he might be an Indiana Jones kind of cat. Bringing home treasure i.e small baby comodo dragon like my old cat used to. Put it under the bed. Urghhh..

Then we chose the bag, I asked Only to sniff if but he wasn't interested. This quite the hardest part. I want to choose the big one but i was thinking it will look odd on him. Think the big one suit a dog better. Doesn't matter if it's big or small the price remain the same. Fine, I decided on the small one. Then I stuck with the design. They all look cute. After much deliberation, I chose the glitter one. Nothing glamour, just because it will reflect light at night. Again for security and safety reason.

Couple days ago we got the engraved tag. Oh, they didn't do it there. It has to be done in Australia. I have no idea why but as long as I got it before Only flying to Malaysia is fine with me. Now every preparation for Only has been done. Just waiting for tomorrow to drop him off at the cattery before my flight to Christchurch.

Uwaaa..I'm going to miss sleeping without him for a week.

Deciphering Dream: Part 2

I think for this part, I had to make it the final one. I knew I had series of dreams in one night but this last one is the one that gave lasting impression to me.

In that dream, I was walking from AirAsia bus (that could fly) that I just drove from Christchurch to a road that went uphill. At the foot of the hill there was sort of security bar. It lifted as I walk to it. Then suddenly the road become flat. I saw three boys were having shower on the road side. It looked like the pipe burst but it wasn't. I could see. There was a hose there on the ground but somehow the water fountaining from the ground. These three boy were naked. Aged within 7 to 9 year old. They were malay judging by the skin colour. One of the boy, I could remember his face, from eyes downward, his face was black. Covered by smoke. He tried to clean it up.

So how do I decode this? Let me try these keyword at dreammoods - three, naked, boy, shower, black, face.

Three

Three signifies life, vitality, inner strength, completion, imagination, creativity, energy, self-exploration and experience. Three stands for a trilogy, as in the past, present, and future or father, mother, and child or body, mind, and soul, etc.Dream of the number three may be telling you that the third time is the charm.

Oh-my-god, this is scary. I am constantly exploring myself trying to understand my needs and wants. More like quest to find out what I want to end up with- I mean career wise. I'm constantly making plan. from A - Z and I stuck with too many options and constantly think of contingency (career) plans. Yes, I always reflect my past, constantly making plan for future in present time. Sometime I think too much and I don't what I had in front of me for the time being.

Naked

To see a naked person in your dream and you are disgusted by it, represents some anxiety about discovering the naked truth about that person or situation. It may also foretell of an illicit love affair, a loss of prestige or some scandalous activity. On the other hand, if you are accepting of someone else's nudity, then it implies that you can see right through them and their intentions. Or perhaps, you are completely accepting them for who they are. If you do not care about someone else's nudity, then it suggests that you need to learn not to be afraid of rejection.

I was disgusted by the nudity neither I like it. I didn't see any private parts. But I knew they were but naked. In this case, nudity for kids is acceptable. My nephews and niece running around naked at home. Before and after shower of course. Back to this keyword meaning, I do have the ability to see through people something that just came to me since I was in high school. I'm pretty good with judging character even though I knew they had ulterior motives or "wanting benefit", it didn't bother me much because I became very mindful. But it kills me if my friend is falling in love with an asshole. I can't tell her he's an asshole or she's a whore. I don't want to be unhappy. I usually let them be happy BUT when things turn to shit, I'd say, you know what I knew he was blahlalal.

I agree, I accept people for who they are. Because I tried and did opened up my heart to someone who totally out of my ideal.

Boy

If you are an adult male and dream that you see or are a boy, then it suggests your playful, innocent, childlike nature. Alternatively, it can symbolize the immature aspects of yourself that still needs to grow. Your inner child may be trying to draw your attention to parts of yourself that you need to recognize and acknowledge.

If my sister read this bit, she will definitely nod her head like a japanese parrot! She would agree with this. I am very childish. Personality wise. Not my mentality. Perhaps this dream trying to draw my attention to what I like to do when I was a kid and pursue that.When I was a kid, my best time was from 4 days old till the last day I stayed with my adopted mum (9 year-old). That was where all the fun happened. I had a real childhood back then. Riding my old chopper bike everywhere carrying my three other friends on it. That was when I fancied my late aunt Kuih Sarang Semut. But ambition wise at that time, I wanted to be a fireman.

If the dream telling me to be that, I don't think so. That's not going to happen. But wait a minute, isn't it pretty obvious, I should do something with Sarang Semut. I'm good at it. Every year people were asking me about it and I've been thinking about it as well. I mean to commercialise it- one way for me to stay in Tanjong Karang looking after my parent and my cat.

Shower

To dream that you are showering with someone, suggests that there is something that you need to "come clean" or confess to this person. It is time to be honest. Perhaps the dream is telling you that you need to let down your guard. If you are showering with a group of people, then it means that you are feeling exposed. You feel that your sense of privacy is being invaded.

I'm not sure who should I come clean with. Maybe the time will tell who that person will be. Maybe it means being straight forward? You think?

Black
Black symbolizes the unknown, the unconscious, danger, mystery, darkness, death, mourning, rejection, hate or malice. The color invites you to delve deeper in your unconscious in order to gain a better understanding of yourself. It also signifies a lack of love and lack of support.More positively, black represents potential and possibilities. It is like a clean or blank slate.

This intrigued me. Very. I do afraid of the unknown and that explain why I had so many plans. I just to be prepared. Knowing what to do next. Another reason why I want to come back- my parent. Mum is 60 and dad in approaching 70. We all know life expectancy isn't that high in Malaysia. Somehow my stupid brain went to the extend worrying me what will happen if they die when I'm in Auckland. Okay, I had this series of history of not being able to attend funeral. From my aunts, my uncles, my grandparent, to even my my best friend. There would always be a certain thing that stop me from seeing them from the last time. Like bad traffic. Bus. Exam. So I don't want to miss my parent's funeral. I wanted to be there. I want to hear their last breathe. I want to urus their jenazah. So this unknown thing really kill me. Auckland and Kuala Lumpur is 12 hours away. No way for my family members to keep their body just for me. I don't think I can forgive myself if I'm not there.

As what it suggests-

to delve deeper in your unconscious in order to gain a better understanding of yourself. I don't think I'm going to do that. My head already broken while searching my soul. Don't let me think deeper. But I agree that I am lack of love and support in here. I pretty much by myself here. No social support like those in Malaysia. Most things I just suck it up. I kept too much to myself in here. It drives me nuts. I do hope black to bring opportunity for me in Malaysia. Give me big break.

Face

To dream that you are washing your face, suggests that you need to come clean about some matter.

Again, coming clean. Didn't I entitle to some secret just between me and myself?

Conclusion.

It's pretty obvious that I've been thinking about (returning to) Malaysia too much. Conscious and subconsciously. Some says dream is mainan tidur but I don't care if this dream is a game my brain played with me to reassure me that it is fine to return to where I belong. I like it. Everyone need some level of assurance in our life. Some people might ask their friend, am I looking fat in this black shirt. Some might ask, should I eat Burger King. We ask even though we know what we are or what we want. As for me who can I ask?

Deciphering Dreams: Part 1

On Sunday, the nation turn their clock an hour behind to save the daylight. Basically we gain extra hour. Means I had 25 hours a-day on Sunday to made the lost of one hour during the summer daylight saving. Anyway, this adjustment of time didn't really adjust my biological clock. Somehow it disrupt my whole bodywork. For example, in the morning I thought it was 10:30am but it was actually 9:30am, the light, the position of sun, the shadow on the ground fooled me. To make it worst I had a very deep afternoon nap. The sort of sleep when you wake up you totally feel disoriented.

So that night I sleep as per my usual time around 9:30 - 10pm. But that was according to the clock but if it to following the clock in me, it was only around 8:30! And this could mean one thing- to wake as per my normal time 5:30-ish. I did indeed woke up at 5:30. 5:30 of my body clock and not the nation's clock. Which mean I woke up at 4:30 bloody am.

I forced myself to sleep again. Tossed and turned. I guessed Only (my cat) was pretty annoyed because I moved too much. Oh let me tell you about Only and his pantang on the bed- do not rock the bed when he's asleep, i really mean DO NOT, else he would give you this killer look, squinted eyes and stared atme like he was telling "you better stop that or else you'll be sorry." No he won't attack me. But he would jump off the bed and made this weird noise like he was cursing me in some sort of cat language.

In the end, I did fall asleep. But weird enough I had multiple dreams and kept waking up after each one ended. Few of the dreams were so vivid I could remember the details. Even today, 2 days after that night I still remember them. Then I updated my facebook status as follows:

"sleepless night last night..keep waking up and i dreamt a lot...saw mum and my sis having rojak..saw 2 naked boys showered in public..saw MAS plane..saw i was driving AirAsia bus but it could fly from CHC-KUL..and saw my dad...what a night..think my heart is already in Malaysia. I'm ready for the next big move"

Then it struck me, why didn't I found out what those dreams means? This is where the fun begins. I googled around and found something. For this part, I am going to decode the meaning of seeing my mum and my sister eating rojak in a restaurant.

Sister

To see your sister in your dream, symbolizes some aspect of your relationship with her, whether it one of sibling rivalry, nurturance, protectiveness, etc. Your sister may draw attention to your family role. Or the dream may also serve to remind you that someone in your waking life has characteristics similar to your sister. Alternatively, your sister may be a metaphor for a nun. In this case, she may represent some spiritual issues.

Mother
To see your mother in your dream, represents the nurturing aspect of your own character. Mothers offer shelter, comfort, life, guidance and protection. Some people may have problems freeing themselves from their mothers and are thus seeking their own individuality and development.

To dream that you are having a conversation with your mother, denotes a matter that has preoccupied your mind and you are not sure how to deal with it in your waking life. It indicates unresolved problems that need to be worked out with your mother.

To hear your mother call you in our dream, suggests that you have been negligent in your duties and responsibilities. You are pursuing down the wrong path

Eating
To dream that you are eating alone, signifies loss, loneliness, and depression. You may feel rejected, excluded, and cut off from social/family ties. Eating may be a replacement for companionship and provide a form of comfort. Alternatively, eating alone reflects independent needs. Also consider the pun, "what's eating you up?" in reference to anxiety that you may be feeling.

To dream that you are eating with others, signifies harmony, intimacy, merriness, prosperous undertakings, personal gain, and/or joyous spirits.

To dream that you are overeating or not eating enough, signifies a lack of spirituality and fulfillment in your waking life. Food can represent love, friendship, ambition, sex or pleasure in your life. Thus, food is a metaphor to fulfill and gratify your hunger for love and desires. If you are refusing to eat, then it indicates that you want to be more independent and not rely on others so much. If you dream that you are a picky eater, than it indicates that you are holding back something.If you are currently dieting in your waking life, then the dream may serve to compensate for the sustenance that you are lacking.

To dream that someone clears away the food before you finish eating, foretells that you will have problems and issues from those beneath you or dependent upon you.

Restaurant

To dream that you are in a restaurant, suggests that you are feeling overwhelmed by decisions and choices that you need to make in your life. Alternatively, it indicates that you are seeking for emotional nourishment outside of your social support system.

My Interpretation.

I did played a central role in the family when I was in Malaysia. I see myself like a router that connect several pc in the networking system. I seriously in need of guidance of an elder, I became lost each day not religiously but for the past several years despite what I had achieved in life I feel like I had no anchor. I live in New Zealand but I don't feel belong here and when I home for 8 months also I felt didn't belong there. It was an inner struggling that I tried to brush it off but it still bug me everyday. So the past few year there's this urge in me to settle in one place or one country, I don't want to go everywhere but gets me nowhere! Then when I decided to not renewing my stay in here (New Zealand) any longer, I felt more lost. Doubting myself will this be a best decision I ever made or will it (my return) be the biggest flop of my life. Thus, I seriously need guidance. Too late to do solat istikharah as I'm very determine to go home.

The dream interpretation of eating with other somehow give me a clear indication that I am about to make a right decision. I love the harmony in my family and close and intimate we are. One of the reason I go home because my parent are getting older and I want to be there for them. It's about time for me to repay them. Time for us to be family again, the complete six.

The meaning of restaurant sum it all, the personal struggle I have to face everyday. From career choice to everything, the need to decide poke me from all angles like facebook poke who have to click individually to poke back. Indeed I'm seeking emotional nourishment outside my social network in New Zealand- the quest that soon bring me back to Malaysia.

It was so clear why I had dream, I've been thinking about Malaysia in my subconscious mind

What's in my iTunes right now?

Don't fret I ain't going to list kazillion of songs I had which I don't even listen to. But these are 3 songs I that I played back to back and if you're my housemate these songs will stick to your head for days. I really mean it.

1. Katy Perry - The One That Got Away

This song and the lyric somehow bring me back to high school days. Even though I never had a lover back then but somehow I can picture myself just like the lyric. When I listen to this song, I feel young, innocent and naive. Indeed when we were young at that ages we always plan the future. I remember one day, my bestfriend Fathin and his then-boyfriend Muaazam made a pact, if they are not married when they turn 28, they were going to marry each other even if they were no longer together by then. Now they both 29 years old, Fathin married another man and Muaazam (his wife actually) happily popping up babies, he had a son and just recently the blessed with a daughter.

You see my point, when we were young we were so naive. We thought the world going to be how we want it to be. But being an adult is not how it crack up to be. Sucks . Katy Perry really teleports me back to time. God knows how many time I repeat this song. Thanks god I got earphone and no one sit next to me in the office else someone would've kill me with a blunt pencil.

Another reason, herm I can't really write this on but all I can tell I'm the one that got away and I think I no longer their muse so before I start to listen to the "music" of which definitely not an ear candy, it's like a perfect timing for me to leave. Unlike the song, I won't expect for another life to make that person ask me to stay. It's just enough. It's been bland for a year despite my many attempts to spice it up. You got the picture.

2. Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man

This song by the English band fits many categories why I'm obsessed and can't have enough of it. One of the obvious reason, their tunes sounded Irish-y. Maybe the fiddle. Some people knows how obsess I am with Irish and Ireland. Who can I blame? The media. Grown up with The Corrs, Boyzone, Westlife and watching Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog (even though it's actually American TV series shot in Ireland), all these (media) exposure shape the Irish and Ireland in my head. Like a euphoric. Few friends told me about Irish and the Ireland (government) and how fucked they were but I refused to listen. I have to be there to hate but for now let me have some Irish fetish in my head, I told them.

The other reason is, the lyric.

Weep for yourself, my man,

You'll never be what is in your heart

Weep Little Lion Man,

You're not as brave as you were at the start

Rate yourself and rake yourself,

Take all the courage you have left

Wasted on fixing all the problems

That you made in your own head

I'm born a Leo The Lion. I used to be so brave before with Just Do It as my motto. Now it's like the lion has been domesticated into a pussy cat. I have about 40 plus days before going back to Malaysia but I constantly doubt my decision. Whether will it the best ever I made made or will it be the end of my heyday. I have no idea why I feel that way. At the age of 24 I left the country without thinking much and look where it got me- everywhere. But right now as I'm approaching 30 I became a very analytic person constantly asking myself the "what if" situation- the negative way. I serious hate my head now. I wish I could replace it with my 24 year-old head. Much simpler and a risk taker. Perhaps that's what I should do. Drop everything here just like how I dropped a promising career as a PR Executive back in 2007. Plus I got nothing to loose in here. I got no baggage. I serious need to put my head to one thing- which is to commercialise Kuih Sarang Semut (for Raya 2011) rather constantly making plans (like if plan A doesn't work better have plan B to Z. See, all it got me just a negative ones) as what the lyric said, wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.

Unlike the song, they have fucked it up but it's not too late for me. I still got time to NOT fuck it up. That's why I constantly play this song in my iTunes- to motivate me, to remind me who I was before. The Little Lion Man from Asia.

3. Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue

This country band, I never heard of it before. Just because they are not world famous (not until last night) they weren't good. They got awesome tunes. Last night I watched American Idol result show and this band played this song. I was like, this is really catchy. I missed when Ryan S introduced the band. At first I thought they were Lady Antebellum. But after they finished performing Ryan said some like Sugar blalala. I missed it again. So I thought sugar ray. Then I googled. Nay, wrong one. Hurm, I typed new keywords sugar + american idol. I scrolled down the list and voila, I found it on a country music website. Don't you just love Google? Best invention ever.

Immediately I downloaded them on iTunes. Since I got over 30 dollar iTunes credit (thanks to ASB Bank). Since then and now, which is 12 hours from the first time that song debuted in my head I have listen to it over 20 times! Yes, I'm obsessed. It's so catchy I want to keep dancing and moving and it just make me happy. Like a drug for me.

That's all for now, enjoy the rest of the weekend.

xoxo,

Ed

I want an iPad 2

Shoot My Ass!

No. Not mine off course. Perhaps this video will explain.

That's my darling giant bum-bum. He'd do that every Wednesday and Saturday. If we forgot to buy he will look at us with this one-kind look. Something like where's-my-wednesday-treat kind of look. One spooky thing is, how did he knows it was Wednesday! He didn't beg on Monday or Tuesday but only on Thursday! My housemate said we should call him Oddly instead of Only. Maybe yes.

The Big J

Okay, here's the story before a story. I never afraid of height. Well maybe a little but not up to the acrophobic stage. I think that's just normal. So I thought I was brave hence immediately bought skydive voucher when it was on sale on GrabOne. It was a pure impulse and "why not" decision since I knew I'm going to live this country one day.

I made my booking a week before Christmas 2010. One the plane I enjoyed the sight. Even though it was a small Cessna plane, it didn't worry me since I love to fly anyway. But once we reach 12,000 feet above the ground and once the door was opened, then it hit me I was about to jump off from a perfectly safe plane for an extreme sport that won't be covered by insurance.

"Oh shit!" I could almost hear my thought.

Being on tandem, I was the first one to step out but instead I pushed us in. If you could see the video you would laugh at me. The jump was crazy, free fall for god knows how many seconds at about 200 km/h so it was perfectly natural for to scream for my dear life. Thought the free fall was the scariest part- I was completely wrong.

When the instructor pulled the parachute we were bounced upward. Imagine from a 200 km/h fall then you were jerk up again. I felt like my heart thrown out of my chest. But after awhile it started to get calm and we were gliding in the air but in my head it was no way near to calm. I constantly think about all the "what if" scenarios I could ever think off. Yet the view of Whangarei did distract me from those awful thought once awhile.

Once we touched down the first thing the crews asked me was, "are you going to do it again?"

"NO!"

Since then I developed phobia of height. I hardly came out to my balcony even!

Fast forward to last week. Few days before I left to Queenstown, I saw AJ Hackett voucher was on sale at GrabOne. I didn't had a long time to decide whether was I brave enough this time. But somehow something told me just grab it. Indeed, I did.

Then on Sunday 20th February, I booked the jump. I started to get panic when the girl before was begging not to jump. She had a second thought when she stood right at the edge. Then when I got all strap up by the crew and hopping to the edge, I looked down.

"Holy shit."

Immediately I got second thought after looking how high the jump would be- 43 metres! I bend my knee to jump but then I didn't jump.

"Look up" The crew said.

Took few deep breath, calm myself and....

Arghhhh.

Q'Town Eve

Short Updates.

Everything's ready for yet another holiday. I'm glad I'm going for holiday every 2 months. October in Northland. December to Bay of Plenty & Hawkes Bay and now february to Queenstown.

Flight checked. Bungy jump booked. Hostel bookes. Airport shuttle booked. Bag packed and all I hve to do now is just sleep and wake up early tomorrow.

zzzzz

My take on Valentine Day

Lots of going on in the paper about certain group of Islamic activists and ulama "telling" other fellow muslim not to celebrate Valentine Day. Un-Islamic. That's their stand. According to them, it leads to sex outside marriage.

Okay, let's go back hundreds of years ago when Valentine was still alive. He was promoting people to get married so that the boy/men wouldn't be sent to war. In fact in 10 Commandment of Christianity, one should have sex with one's spouse.

Over the time, the society become liberal and secular and sex (outside marriage) become something...hermm..something okay.

But I have no idea where people got the association that love needs to be followed by sex. And somehow celebrating of Valentine Day become the worldwide fuck-fest for the unmarried couples.

The celebration of Valentine Day isn't even a Christian thing and the ulama quoting Hadith and Quran to make their point concrete that it is haram (illegal) to celebrate V-Day. Celebration of love not necessarily an insertion of one person penis to another person cavity. By cavity I mean, herm, just be creative about it. I know you know what I mean. Love can be expressed in many ways and not just on the bed. I feel like there are some discrepancy in this debate.

I understand those group of Islamic activist trying to deter fellow unmarried muslim from having sexual pleasure and end up pregnant and dump the baby in the dumpster. It's a commendable thought, but not for someone who can think for themselves.

My take on valentine Day is- it's a commercial bullshit just like what Christmas has become- people more worried about buying and getting gift than the birth of Jesus. In fact Eid Mubarak in Malaysia has become very commercial. Kids concern more about getting "green packet" than asking for forgiveness.

To sum everything up, I'm not crazy about V-Day. Commercially or sexually, but it is a day nice to know that I've been loved by someone who cares.

Stray Catz The Ultimate Cat Collection

I'm not obsessed with my cat!

Or am i?

This morning I was awaken by this weird dream- I was backpacking somewhere in Scandinavian country but they speak French. There were three of us. I believe we're not related or befriended prior to that. Possibly we just bunch of single traveller bump into one another the voila we travel together. Oh yes, I did stopover in Egypt. I don't think Egypt Air travelled to NZ. But the funny thing is one of the guy want to rent a campervan and roadtripping to Phuket. What the hell. Then I woke up. My brain can't stand it anymore. Too bizarre.

So I woke up. 6am. Still early. So I dived straight to the net and youtubing this one song that I heard yesterday in the shower while my housemate turn the radio on. I typed "Pussy Cat" all the top hit were PCD. Not what I wanted. I scrolled and scrolled but it's just too many pf PCD. Partially disappointed. I retyped. "Pussy cat pussy cat". Then there was this video of a kid a fat cat. I clicked to watch it. Strike. The video used the song that I've been searching for. It was Tom Jone What's New Pussy Cat.

Isn't it a fun song to start you day?

So I went to iTunes and look for that particular. Then I found (don't you just love internet? It just hyperlinking one to another and you never know what you'll find) an album dedicated to just song about cats! Honestly I'm not kidding and Tom Jones song was one of it. Herm. I was thinking to just get a song. That particular song. $1.79 per song and the whole album with 39 songs cost only $11.99. Argh what the hell. So I downloaded the whole album. It cost me nothing actually because i got this $50 iTunes card from ASB Bank.

All the songs in that album (somehow I couldn't find any webpages about that album) were from 60-70s. I think. All American classic. Well I'm not really into those sort of songs but since I could relate with the subject matter-cat I think I like the my purchase so far. At least I can used those song for soundtrack should I want to make another video of Only. Else I can play those songs in my CAtFE (cafe with cat theme). Don't steel my idea, Okay?

Go Girls Season 3 Premier

Cast of Go Girls Season 3. Source TVNZ

My access pass.

Hannah and I

Once again, I'm lucky enough to get the invite to Go Girl new season premier. This means I got to see one day ahead from anybody else in New Zealand. I think I should personally thanks Graeme for arranging it for not just me but to squeeze another invite at the eleventh hour for Hannah.

Again I was excited to see some of the casts, last year I managed to take photo with Ben, Britta and Cody and hope this year would be the same. But I just saw Cody sitting at the back. Sad. No Britta. But I heard there were also some other supporting cast present at that time.

First episode of the third season really kicked ass. Should I write what was it about? Nayh. I leave it so you guys see for yourself. Someone I could feel it will be better than the second season. Reason? Since Amy left I think the momentum of the story was, herm, in amateur tv critic way, I would say, it wasn't as excited as the first season with Amy. So, yes.

So after we watched it, oh yes they got pizza, snacks, and drinks, I was thinking approaching Cody or her real name was/is Bronwyn Turei (don't you hate people call you your character name. I was called Jason many times after i acted in Hungry Ghost play back in my heyday!).

I was quite nervous as I approach her. She was talking to the girl next to her. Don't want to be rude to interrupt but hey, Hannah needed to leave and I needed to camwhore.

"Excuse me Bronwyn (I swear to god I almost called her Cody), can we take picture with you" I said.

"Hi you, sure, you got short hair now"

"OMG you remember me"

Oh-my-god, Cody @ Bronwyn Turei remembered me! I was totally flattered.

"I'm surprised you still remember." It's been a year. She really had memory like an elephant. Personally she is a nice personality. Doesn't look like Welliwood diva at all.

I was stupid not to charge my camera. I got the shot with her but not the three of us- Hannah, me and Bronwyn. The battery exhausted but Hannah got her phone camera out. Minutes later, we were out and happy.

Oh yes, Hannah also surprised to see herself in the episode. She's an actor as well.

GO GIRLS SEASON 3

Couldn't find the latest trailer.

Tuesday 8th February at 8.30pm

New Season! This year everyone seems to have their quests fulfilled already. But has Kevin really found the perfect woman? And can Cody defend Gwen against a witch?

About Go Girls

In season three of Go Girls, our heroes are facing the end of their 20s - the downhill run which can only end in (oh god!) 30...

For some it will mean one last stab at freedom; for others, time to try and settle down.

But as previous series have shown even best laid plans lead where you least expect them.

AT LAST YEAR PREMIER

Ben the Enery Saver Man

Britta The Fairy

Codyyyyyy

And Britta again. I love her 2x

Biskut Sarang Semut Ed, Addicted Since 1990s.

Finally I baked the cookies. Yeayy. It was pretty hectic yesterday. The night before I went out with friends, dinner and some impulse decision for karaoke of which I really really like. Came home about midnight. In the morning the alarm went off at about 6am. I snoozed it. Thought I could used extra minutes of sleep. Unfortunately it didn't work that way. The last time I heard the alarm went off again at 6:55. Brilliant. I'm supposed to start work at 7. So I guess, I got to start at 8am then.

The plan was to start work early so that I can leave early but sin

ce I'm going to start at 8 I would finish by 4:30pm! Herm...pretty late and rush to start baking after that. So I told my colleague I would leave at 2:30. So that's 6 hours of overtime. Not bad actually.

Few minutes before I left the office, I just remember I forgot to ask my housemate to take the butter out to thaw. Once I got home, the butter still hard like brick. I could built a house with that butter!

While waiting I went on Facebook playing Cityville. Then when I start prepping I just realised I forgot to buy icing sugar. Urghhh I had to go out again. Hate it. Thank god a chinese supermarket was just within the block.

Everything seemed fine when I started mixing the ingredients and when I was ready to press it, the dough was too hard. I couldn't even rice it. I tried add more butter. It worked. But then again, after awhile probably the weather was hot and humid it become hard again. I had to nuke (microwave) more butter since the butter was so bloody hard then mix it again.

I started to rice it again. But somehow the presser couldn't reach the bottom. I wonder why. But I tried to press it harder and ended up I f*cked the potato ricer! God, that thing has lifespan of less than an hour! I got it couple months ago and yesterday was the first time I used it. So there's no second batch then.

Anyway these are all what I made yesterday. About 90 plus of them.

Late Aunt Sarah Secret Recipe cookies

They look nice together gather.

Sneak peek. Can't help to see my babies rise to the occasion.

Unboxing My Russian Dolls.

The last couple of days I've been thinking about baking my signature cookies for awhile. Let me tell about a brief story about it. When I was a kid I always like my late aunt's Biskut Sarang Semut (Ants Nest Cookies). I watched her doing it. Me and my cousin just sit around and looked at every steps of the making and we just love the smell. It made us starving. Oh yes, she baked it during Ramadhan (fasting month). How cruel was that.

Seeing I spent too much time in my aunt's house, which is just next door! My mum asked her the recipes and she was glad to passed her secret recipe. Now the recipe is very, I mean VERY well-kept. Safe guarded by me. As far I could remember, this has been a-must cookies during Eid Mubarak ever since. My favorite cookies and it should be on the table!

Then when I was in high school, I baked that cookies myself and one day I thought why not baked it and sale it at school. So I did. I remember two of my early customers were Azlina and Azrillaa and these girls hooked to my Sarang Semut ever since even until now. Azlina told me she was craving for my cookies when she was in Scotland and Azrillaa wanted me to bake the cookies for wedding but at that time I was working as PRO. Extremely busy and got no time even for myself.

Back then I think "corporate world" was for me. But now it all changed. I started to realise, I had set of skills and gift but I wasted it. OK maybe the recipe wasn't really well-kept. I did gave it to some people at one stage. Gave it to my birth mum. She tried to made it but the taste is no way near as good as mine even though she used the same ingredient. Also I gave to a friend of mine, again the taste were very hermm. My point is, it takes certain hands to do that cookies. I think. Must be.

So now I was thinking, if I have the gift to make that cookies why didn't I do something about it. Like commercializing it for instance. I talked this to Hannah and she said my face was brighten as I was talking about that idea. Perhaps it's the calling. Then, since then I'm so pumped up to start bake again.

Today after I finished work, I went straight to Foodtown to get the ingredient. I got the flours, sugar, secret ingredient, had to get butter instead of margerine because the one is here they were either salted or the soft ones. That won't do good to my cookies, aren't they?

Then I remember I don't have the measuring cup at home. The one in Foodtown cost like $12 and it was absolutely basic and tasteless. I remember I used to found one cool measuring that look like Russian dolls at Living&Giving. Perfect. That shop only like few minutes walk from Foodtown and I'll be walking in the same direction by the way.

I went to the shop with heavy shopping on my hands and headed straight to the last place I saw that Russian dolls cum measuring cup. Looked around and it's not there. Saw the steel measuring cup that looked like the ones in Foodtown except the price is more than double. I asked the sales girl. She made me follow her to the back of the shop and that thing right at the bottom of the shelf. I bet this thing didn't sell well. Good thing they got 30% discount. I just paid $20 from $30.

Come to think again, this is a luxury item for a baking equipment. But I like the design. This will look cute in kitchen when I have a house one day. I definitely will this back to Malaysia. Here's some of the photos I snapped soon as I got home.

6 cups stack into one another in one Russian doll. It's brillian. Really space saving

Look at them. Aren't they adorable?

The measuring right at the bottom of the cup.

Cat got their balls cut.

So yesterday I was talking about hairball and bla bla bla why I didn't want to desex Only just yet from videos I watched on youtube. After I posted that entry I was thinking why didn't I insert that video. Then today, I just want to put the videos that left a lasting gruesome images in my head.

Watch this one first:

Just looking at vet working on this tom cat's ball, I feel horrified. I know it's for something good, like reduce the number of unwanted kitten and stray cats but I couldn't bear to see Only in pain. Well, he's not if they knock him down.

This second video is the post-op, and see what happen to the cat's leg. I know it's temporary but then again I couldn't see that happen to my and only cat.

What can I say, I'm a soft hearted person and that tell you what sort of person am I. A good one. Lol. Even looking at this still images my eyes already watering since I could related myself to them (because they all ginger).

If Only need to go to this surgery, doctor need prescribe me with some hardcore pills that can knock me down and forget what happen to Only later on. Is there such pills? None. Good. Means Only will have his balls for now. (Cross my finger. Hopefully pharmaceutical company won't formulate that pills!)

His balls, GONE!

If you think I chopped Only's ball off, well almost literally right. But, nayh, I haven't had the guts yet for him to lie sedated at the vet operating theater. I blamed the post-op video of a male ginger cat in youtube. His leg was still numb and he couldn't wake properly. I'll cry if I saw Only like that.

OK, back to the balls talk. The balls that I meant here were the hairball on his legs. Only has medium-long-ish hair on his back legs right up to the tail and he hated, he absolutely hate me brushing his tail. But I still brushed him anyway even without his will but the part behind his back legs I can never do it right. He ran. I chased him. I brushed him then he slapped my hand. How rude. I know right. Most part, I just managed to brush his back and neck and that area left un-groomed for a while and over the time it became matted. I tried to untangled the hair and as usual I got slapped or worst, he snatched the brushed from my hair! Honest. This isn't a made up scenario. Then the tangled grow bigger and bigger and there were times I want to just cut it with scissors but Only has a very high IQ for a cat. As soon as he saw me with scissor he run and hide under the couch. So tell me how can i fixed it. I gave up.

Only looked so pissed. I woke him up.

So today he was napping on table next to my laptop. I had a look at the hairballs, honestly it looked gross. Like a homeless cat. So I played with it while he still sleeping. He was too sleepy to slap my hand I think. Then I felt around the hairballs, its about to drop so i just pulled it. I got one. The biggest one. The woke up and changed position. Just perfect, so I grab the other one and pull it out. Succeeded. No hand got slapped.

If you look down here, that's how big (one of the) balls are. Bigger than 20 cent.

On the other note, it's been awhile since I last my blog. My brain has been drained my a major corporation therefore the creative juice doesn't flow as fluidly as before. Bla..bla..bla..I know it's just an excused.