Panoramic View of Auckland, New Zealand

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Taken on the summit of One Tree Hill, Auckland.
Flat and boring, just like you all said. *Sarcasm*

I Do Not Rike.

Many people enjoy the delicious flavours of Indian cuisine, but hate how it spontaneously forces them to break into a Bollywood song and dance routine. Enjoy a taste of India without the embarrassing performances with today’s Groupon: $12 for any two curries with rice and any two parathas at Jas Parathas in the CBD ($33 Value). -Grouponnz.co.nz

Dear Groupon NZ, what the fuck is so embarrassing about India's Bollywood dance? You are selling your deal at the expense of other people's rich culture! And you know what? What I find more embarrassing is the drunken antics that your own people find humorous! Find that offensive? Well, reflect back on your initial statement about Bollywood dances being 'embarrassing'!

Lousy website with lousy deals!

/endrant


Internal Struggle.

Internal struggle need not be the crazily complicated plots you see on Hong Kong dramas. It can be an internal conflict within a normal chaborkia like me.

When in NZ...

Me: OMFG it is so cold nao get me outta here I dun wanna live here anymoreee. KL so good always so warm sob sob sit down on toilet bowl also won't kena shock.

When chucked back to KL...

Me: OMFG so hot I cannot breathe I want to go back to NZ!!!!!!!!! I don't care I can live without char kuey teow or G yoke fun!!!!!!!!!!

When brought back into NZ again...

Me: OMFG Auckland Y U NO SNOW! Nemai lah if it's cold I dun care if I freeze my butt off I just want to see SNOW (because I just come out from kampung). And OMFG Auckland Y U NOTHING TO EAT WTF gimme back my char kuey teow. Or normal G yoke fun also can.

... 2 days later, it snowed...

Me: OMFG it's so cold imma dying Auckland Y U SO COLD!!!!!! GET ME BACK TO KL (even if it means having a faggot as a PM)

- and the vicious cycle continues -

From Meat To Fish.

We have decided to ditch meat as a main course and switch to a mostly fish diet for health reasons. 


For one thing, meat does not taste good here. The chickens here ooze meat like Arnold Schwarzzz-whatever oozes muscles when he's on steroids - not cool. Give me back my kampung chicken who roams freely please. THAT is real chicken folks. And free range chicken? Marketing hype. I don't buy it because my tongue tells me they're all the same. They are all so packed with meat it's impossible they're not on steroids. Arnie would be proud.

Also I hate plastic-packaged chicken in those cold refrigerators. I so miss going to the pasar with my mom, even if I have to put up with waking up early and walk in that dirty stinky place. Even in India the Indians got it right. Freshly slaughtered and straight to your stomach. That's how meat should be (although it was a horrifying experience for me to wash a chicken carcass that was still warm when I was in India omg).

After switching to fish for nearly a week, our digestive system feels way calmer and better. Hope this continues...

Life Y U SO susah!



Y SO susah study so hard when you can open a pan mee stall?

All you need to know is hao to boil ikan bilis soup, cook the pork sauce and knead the dough into perfection. No need to bother 'A' grade whatnot and difficult lecturers (Lecturers as in the person not lectures as in the lessons because I am smart and can handle them wahahahhaha rub it in I must). Y SO susah lah. Some fella selling pan mee at a hawker center mah also drive a Mercedes?


HAHAHAHAHA kidding lah. We'd probably kena chop into pieces like the pork by our parents if we gave up our studies to sell pan mee.

Ever heard of the saying "Kids are always dying to grow up while adults are always trying to retrieve their lost childhood?" Indeed, young kids love to do grown up stuff like wearing mom's high heels or putting on mom's lipstick and all that as though they can't wait any longer to become all grown up. But when they do grow up eventually, they do childish stuff to grasp whatever remnants they have of their childhood in vain. Children Y U SO rush!!! Slow down lah.


I really rike this picture. Sums up the saying really well because the two Kambings in their early twenties find themselves playing with dough not to chase their childhood, but to make a perfect bowl of pan mee!

If only life was as easy as kneading Play-Doh, just like the good old days when I was 10 years old! I get to play with 'Play-Doh' and not think about the yucky stuff that adults fret about all day.


But alas, making pan mee is not the same as Play-Doh. With Play-Doh, you didn't need to consider how much of eggs and flour and salt and water to put into the mixture, but with pan mee, you do.

Really, making pan mee is just like juggling real life. Making pan mee is NEVER easy. You need the correct amount of this and that to knead that perfect little dough. Similarly, you need the right amount of everything perfectly so that you can strike an ideal balance in life, which is never easy.



How I wish I didn't have to make any difficult decisions at this stage of life. Stay? Leave? Work where? Work how? Work for whom? Work WHERE?!!!!

But I have got to tell myself regardless of how difficult decision-making is, everything is going to eventually fall into place and turn out alright, just like this bowl of pan mee, where all the ingredients mesh together to form heaven-in-a-bowl. Prospects in life will turn out as bright as the carrots in this bowl of noodles! Just imagine if I stood there fretting over how much salt should I put into the soup - if I stood there and hesitated forever, I wouldn't reap any outcome and missed the chance to eat perfectly cooked noodles. Similarly, if I don't make a choice fast, I'm going to let prospective opportunities fly past me.


So it's time to put that dash of salt in life and keep going! Life is never in measurable terms, that's what makes it just a tad more interesting than this bowl of pan mee.

Gosh I'm making metaphors of life out of food. Wtf!

The Puppy-Sitting Chronicles.

Haro folks,

I just finished my first semester of 2011 and I am glad to say I crawled out from the crutches of evil university examinations, alive and standing!

My next challenge came in the form of...


Cuteness maximus 100x

Why in the world did I end up with a puppy? Well, the Kambing decided to go low budget so we decided not to travel this semester break. So we have free time to devote to this French Tahitian puppy as his owner is away for a getaway!

Say hi to Gino, the glossy black Cocker Spaniel.


Don't be fooled by that pair of piercing puppy-dog (PUN in literal form HAHAHAHA) eyes. Beneath that beautiful brown glare is a puppy so omfg energetic, we barely made it out alive from my friend's house after the whole puppysitting ordeal is over.

He goes up and down the three floors of the house with you; follows you into the toilet, where you will need to engage in a round of wrestling with the pup to get him out so you can do your business in peace. Baking a cake in the kitchen? He stays ever loyal, albeit running up and down the hall about 100 times.

And did you notice the three pieces of cartoon-like hair standing on his head? Well, I have no idea how it came about... The hair became so after a tedious round of shampooing, showering and blow-drying. I can't help but laugh everytime I see his hair!


You raise me up, when my ears dip into the milk *Sing*


One of the many mischief that Gino does - he tries to kidnap OUR cake. (Actually I lied, I bribed him 100 pieces of cake to actually let the Kambing get this shot lol)

And I swear this puppy (or perhaps all dogs) love human attention like nobody's business. I suffered severe allergic reactions to this fella so we ended up putting him outside of our room at night while we slept, and I swore I heard this puppy treading vengefully around the entire house when we were sleeping, tirelessly putting in effort to try and get his human's attention (yes HIS human. I have a feeling I was being owned by the dog that few days lol).

And when I woke up and have the very tip of my toes touch the carpet, I can hear frantic running from downstairs and scratching at the door in less than 3 seconds. Gino is here to say 'good morning' to me.

That was it. My heart melted completely. I popped some anti-histamines, and slept with puppy for the remaining nights. He is one cheeky dude... He was at the end of the bed when we fell asleep at night but when the first rays of the morning shine through the window we find ourselves having a furry (and smelly) bolster in our arms. Wtf! The Kambing swore Gino woke him up at exactly 8.11am every morning by trying to lick his face (while he fought off lol he can't stand puppy breath) to get his breakfast fix.

Finally, came the last day of puppysitting Gino and we showered him with so much attention he could have gotten diabetes if love was sugar hehe. It was the very first time he was away from his humans, and as we were locking the doors and leaving his whining broke my heart... :(


Goodbye Gino. It has been nice having you as a bolster for 4 days. <3