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.
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