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!)