Much to the disappointment of some. Well, be prepared to be disappointed further.
I love this site: Radical Hop.
Thanks to Jonathan A Goosey for the E-mail.
When you read it, what company does it remind you of?
Off I Go…
Well, today’s the day. I’m just waiting for Massive Headwound‘s flight confirmation so I’ll know what time to go to KLIA. Hopefully we can get to Tanjung Gemuk before midnight.
My bags are all packed, except for the toiletries and medicines. I really can’t wait to get underwater again.
I hope when I come back, I can do a three-day field report and post it here. I also hope to do lots of stills and videos. I need to replenish my image and video banks. At least there will be more things to show during the Malaysia Diving Community first anniversary.
I am also hoping very much to be able to photography AND videograph a Whale Shark. The last and only time I had seen one was in Kota Kinabalu (off-shore, not in some soup bowl) back in 2000. I didn’t have a camera then. I have promised myself to fast for a week for every Whale Shark I get to photograph and videograph. If people didn’t hunt them for their fins, I should be at my optimum weight now.
So, adios, and I shall be back online hopefully on Monday (if I’m not too tired to write).
May Tomorrow Be A Perfect Day
Boy, I feel real tired, yet happy. I was in Melaka earlier today to have a look at a potential LOB. To my disappointment, it doesn’t fit the criteria of one..what more it runs on petrol (wrong choice of engines). However, I feel happy because I now have a good wreck in the Strait of Malacca to dive on. I shall organise a trip when the east coast season’s off. So now it is back to the Sekinchan potential LOB if my final attempt in Johor fails too.
I need to have an LOB. My cash reserves are down to critical level so I have to quickly identify one and write-up a paper and present to the old man. Hopefully, the old man will buy the idea and agree to finance me with a interest-free no-payback loan for the operations. After all, he was the one who suggested I do something that I have passion for. That’s diving then. But to open just another dive shop will kill me for sure as there is no way I can make safe and comfortable financial margins. And since the LOB craze seems to be catching on, I would say it is the way to go.
Talking about LOB, tomorrow is the big day. By this time tomorrow (2347 hours Malaysian time) I should already be on the MV Wavebreaker, and hopefully Massive Headwound will be able to catch a flight from Kota Bharu to KL. Day after tomorrow, I shall be back in familiar surroundings.
As for August, I have been invited to join the Coral Society’s dive program. My sister, whose identity you can find out in my previous posting (Hey, I’m 40 – Part Deux), will also be there. She hopes for me to join that program. So I may make that trip. Then she will have a week’s break, and wants to go somewhere before she gets busy again. So I have suggested an LOB trip. She has agreed, and hopefully the weekend after that, we’ll be diving again. She is upset she is not able to join me on tomorrow’s trip as she has just returned from London and need to do some work, attend some press interviews etc. She’s upset mostly because it is going to be mainly wreck dives from an LOB. Real wrecks…not those sunken fishing boats.
So, there you go…hopefully I get to get the financing for the LOB of my choice.
If you don’t want to read my previous posting to find out who my sister is, her picture is below:
Funky Cold Medina
I went up to this girl
she said “Hi, my name is Sheena”
I thought she’d be good to go with a little funk cold medina,
she said “I’d like a drink”, I said “ok, I’ll go get it”
and then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was
with it
so I took her to my crib
and everything went well as planned
but when she got undressed it was big old mess
Sheena was a man
so I threw him out
I don’t fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner
you must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold medina
(Tone Loc)
I Can Smell The Sea
54 hours from now, I shall be making my way to Tanjung Gemuk in Kuala Rompin, Pahang. Some 13 hours later, my friends and I should be diving the Nichi Asu Maru wreck in the South China Sea. Six hours after that, we should be diving the Gyoshin Maru wreck, and 18 hours after that, the outer reefs of Tioman Island.
It has been an extremely long time for me between dives…not even a pool dive was done since my trip to Tioman early last month, and it is about time I get back underwater. The polluted air above ground is getting to me already.
I need my dose of compressed air.
Happy Johoreans…NOT!
I was going through the comments made by Johoreans on Dato’ Shahrir Samad’s Blog on the cancellation of the crooked bridge project. I can see that the Johoreans are not entirely happy the project’s been scrapped.
Although there are only three comments (as on my last visit), I am sure had many others knew of the existence of this blog, there would be many more similar comments.
Pak Lah is going to have a tough time appeasing the Johoreans. And the UMNO/BN supporters will have a tough time keeping a straight face come the next general elections.
Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite!
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!
Steve The Global Player
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.
Another Monday Morning
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.
Zara Batrisha binti Ahmad Jamal Omar
Today, my niece, Zara Batrisha binti Ahmad Jamal Omar, is 5-months old. Yesterday, I attended her “cukur jambul” ceremony at her maternal grandparents’ house in Subang Jaya.
You can see more of her HERE.
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