Memorable Beautiful New Zealand

If you ever travel to beautiful New Zealand... drive around and you'll experience and see sights and sounds that a tourist in a group tour won't ... Here are a few of many other pics that I took as I cruised around in my Nissan Sunny car.

Pic on left taken at Mount Maunganaui beach... fella beside me is from up North, used to have an intimate Malaysian Chinese gal from Kuala Lumpur... Right, he says she's a pretty good spicy cook and he loves all Malaysians 'cos of this sweet gal...! Now he's heart-broken -she's gone home!



These four cute chinhuhuas belong to a lady at Maketu Beach...









I drove all the way from Rotorua to Auckland in South Island and spent over a week with my relatives. It was a fantastic time... here an environmental expert is conducting a talk about what Kiwis can do to help the environmental cause. The talk was informative but conducted in Mandarin!Later, there were about ten lucky draws... and amazingly, I won a potted plant together with three others in our Sarawakian group (including my aunt and a couple)!












Here's a mysterious shot below taken at Maketu Beach... The Chinese alighted from a vehicle in front of me suddenly and then sat on a bench, sobbing her heart out. I was about to come out to chit-chat with her to comfort her when a shaggy long hair Caucasian Kiwi came from another vehicle to comfort her by wrapping his an arm around her neck!

By the way, for you history buffs out there, Maketu is rich in history and one book I found in Te Puke's fine library written by an Eurasian (Interestingly, I would meet one of her close relatives, a Justice of the Peace, one day!) Europeans first landed in that part in New Zealand's South Island but before they came, the various Maori tribes in this area were warring against one another... and yes, they ate their enemies up after defeating them!!!

More to come... So while Sarawakians here may have practised head-hunting centuries ago, the Maoris practised cannibalism!

A Little Boy's Prayer

One day, in a galaxy far, far away, in a land that is ridden with corruption, a little boy says a prayer before going to bed...

Dear Lord,
I pray for papa, mama and I-oh yes, not forgetting Sayang, my faithful doggie-here. Please help us to keep our little farm with our few chickens and vegetables in the ulu* here. It is the only home we ever have. Please make the big man in a big, big helicopter go away. He wants papa and mama to give his big master our home for money. Papa and mama say they will not sell it away. They want Sayang and I to have something one day. Now the big man says, "We give you big money now. If we tell our friend, the judge, to let us take the land from you, we will get it so easily and you will get very, very little money!"

* the countryside

STOP corruption before it's too late! It greedily eats away at the soul of the nation, destroying it forever in the end.

Dog and Cat Differences

Here's something else hilarious from Ijau:

Quote: DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

I'm Just a Dog of War

Here's a real dog of war pic taken during the First World War. I accidentally stumbled across it while browsing through my stack of old National Geographic magazines recently.

The pic is from National Geographic, Vol. 195, No. 5, May 1999, pg.128.

Many of us would be surprised with the usefulness of our domestic pets whenever we have a major war...Imagine the untold misery these animals experience as we humans wage war senselessly, slaughtering or maiming ourselves and our countless innocent pets in the process ...