Day: July 17, 2006

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Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite!

Yes, no, admit, deny..finally the play is over. No more on my TV screen I hope.

I was down the whole…physically, mentally, emotionally..so I turned on the TV hoping to see some nice attractive faces to cheer me up and what did I see? Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk Khalid Mohd Jiwa announcing their intention to get married.

Yes…so what? Did I get national TV coverage when I got married? Was it of national interest to air it live on TV? There are thousands of other more important stories, things that are happening within Malaysia itself. Those things deserve to be on national TV. I think people would be more interested if they aired live Tun Dr Mahathir’s comment on the classical declassification of the letters between his good self and the Singaporean leaders. That would have been in the interest of the nation.

I’m not against them getting married. If yes, fine. Go ahead. Make 12 children for all I care. First they denied. Then they said maybe. Now, it’s a week from now. And they had to announce it on national TV. Why can’t they just make a press conference and air it as a filler within the entertainment segment of the prime time news instead of having to endure two hours of non-sensical “sensational” news?

Every single artiste had a big wedding. This would be, by my count, Datuk Khalid’s second marriage. I just hope they don’t go on air again if things don’t work out like the other artistes. I wish them well. So just get it over with, stop the charade, and get off my TV screen.

Age. Fac ut gaudeam!

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Steve The Global Player

Steve Austin

This is Steve, my buddy. He is now a global player and is frequently mentioned in some International website. I am so happy for him that he is now a world-renowned person and has worked hard to maintain good international relations.

Soldier on, buddy. And for all his efforts, do give the man a clap.

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Another Monday Morning

Sunrise

It’s another Monday morning. When you start blogging at this hour, something must be wrong. Many others who are in the same boat as I am would still be in bed. Those not will be braving the city traffic.

It will be another 3 days before I board the MV Wavebreaker heading out towards the wreck of the Nichi Asu Maru, a Japanese oil tanker that sank back in the 1960s. I will be diving there and also at the wreck of the Gyoshin Maru, a Japanese auxilliary ship that was converted into a torpedo gunboat. It sank during the Second World War after hitting Pulau Berhala (a.k.a Varella Rock). Saturday morning through Sunday, I’ll be doing the Tioman outer reefs. I am hoping to do at least 10 dives this trip. I really need the compression. I know I shall be taking lots of pictures and video clips.

As it is another Monday morning, Besut Stud would be up by now and will soon battle for a public transport, or a place in one. I cannot imagine this thin guy and hundreds others in a bus, packed like lemmings in a hole in the ground.

Shaklee Salesman however is now refusing to reply to my text message or answer my calls. Maybe it is because I never buy any of his products.

As for Daddy In The City, I am sure he is glad to get away from the house, and it being Monday means it is the beginning of a more relaxing period…and he will get stressed again on Friday thinking of the chores he will have to do on a Saturday.

Jai the Bhai is still Missing In Action. I am sure he is now scheming a way to bring down some institution as he is now the equivalent to Chuck Norris. He intentionally forgets how old Chuck Norris or he himself is now lest he would feel weak.

MF Moses is now thinking if he can expand his retail outlet business to battle 7-11 worldwide as he will soon join the ranks of those now breathing fresh air instead of smelling vegetable tandoori in the toilet at that s***hole they call an office. Talking about that, I remember a time when someone probably had too much Dhal and could not retain it any longer, decided to let go all the way from the door to the toilet to the john itself. That was gross. If I had found out who it was, I would have gotten a piece of Naan bread and force the person to dunk it in the dhal and eat it clean.

Walking Vibrator is the only happy one. He is now having a cushy job that requires him to be OUT OF OFFICE all the time. Only that his first overseas assignment was to Bangalore. Yes, just another s***hole in a larger s***hole. Come to think of it again, he has to spend a bomb on toll and fuel commuting daily from his house in Klang to the Aboriginal Reservation that they have turned into a sprawling cyber city.

Maybe the only real happy ones are me and Oneon. The only ones answering only to ourselves.

Here I am sitting down re-reading this before I post, munching on some crackers, not sure if I had brushed my teeth, on a typical Monday morning.