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?