Revisiting Jarak – Part 2

The Kaleebso at Jarak - November 2005

Three days from now I’ll probably be doing my third or fourth dive already, probably another dive before commencing the night dive. Four days from now hopefully I’ll get to do two more dives. So I’m aiming for 7-8 dives this weekend just to make sure I have lots of photos and video footages so I’d get to make meaningful videos…last which was of the August 2006 trip to Perhentian.

On this trip too shall the full potential of my new Princeton Tec eLED Shockwave dive torch be realised, and for the first time I shall be diving with shears rather than a diving knife. Apart from that, with my PADI decal for my 2007 membership already pasted on my C-card, I shall also have my new self-inking rubber stamp for my charges’ logbook.

I really want to take lots and lots of pictures this time.

Revisiting Jarak

Come Friday, I shall make my way to Bagan Pasir near Tanjung Karang and board the MV Kaleebso for the 10-hour journey to Pulau Jarak…after a 15-month absence. With me in my group will be Nazir Erwan a.k.a Nazir4321 from Kundang in Sungai Buloh (5km from where I used to live) and his friend from Shah Alam. Hopefully Snafu will be able to j0in us on this trip. Since I have an extra SD card, I’m going to do maximum photography and videography.

Anyway, here’s the tides for Jarak for Saturday 3rd Feb 2007 and Sunday 4th Feb 2007:

Saturday 3rd Feb:

0431H (2.0m); 1057H (0.3m); 1653H (2.1m); 2315H (0.5m)

Sunday 4th Feb:

0500H (2.1m); 1125H (0.3m); 1718H (2.1m); 2340H (0.5m)

Weather for Jarak should be:

Weather should be fine through the weekend with rain in one or two places in the North Malacca Strait.

Ahhh….2 more days to go to make that journey…

Getting Wet

Anas forcing his way somewhere

Today is Saturday. Come Sunday I shall wet my gear again at the Shah Alam pool just for fun, and preparing for the Jarak trip next week.

I just can’t wait to get back into the sea again.

Goodbye, Old Friend

RMN's PASKAL

I was with a friend from the Royal Malaysian Navy’s Diving Center the other day and was told that an old friend of mine, Warrant Officer Sahak (I never knew his real name) from the Navy’s elite PASKAL passed away late November 2006 after seeing his mother-in-law off for her Haj pilgrimage.

Sahak and I go back a long way, if I remember well, at least since 1991, when we were involved in joint-exercises. Sahak’s a pious guy, reserved, but is not afraid to speak his mind whenver there are issues concerning the safety of his men when carrying out tasks. The PASKAL guys beside him who were almost always involved with my unit were Komander Malek, Komander Anuar (who was awarded the Pingat Gagah Berani), Komander Ramli, Lt Mat, Akbar (has left and is now doing very well outside), Idros (who went with me to the North Pole in 1998), Ali (who managed to deploy his reserve chute in Lumut 3 seconds before impacting the Dinding river), Yusof (whom I taught how to deploy parachutes real low), Michael (a rigger from Sarawak) and Ginde (I call him Ninja Turtle because his chutes are always bigger than he is).

Rest well, my friend.

The Day After Tomorrow

Waterspout

If you’re not worried about what’s been written in today’s THE STAR, then I don’t know what will worry you. Our “couldn’t-care-less” and “it-won’t-happen-in-my-lifetime” attitudes have taken its toll on the global climate. If Malaysians, especially, remain adamant to not recognise the danger of “riches-over-everything-else” then one day we may live long enough to regret it.

Global warming is happening and it is here to stay. When I went to the North Pole back in 1998, it was a desert. As of April last year, the polar ice cap has receded, and the organiser of the North Pole trips e-mailed me saying you can now quench your thirst by collecting water from melting ice. As a matter of fact, you can even find “puddles” on the ice surface. The warmest temperature when I was there was minus 25C; now it’s minus 4C. Some days in Geneva, Switzerland are colder. But even that is in doubt now. Alpine ski resorts closed last season because the trees were green, and so was the ground. You get multiple hurricanes and typhoons hitting the Atlantic and Pacific. It is raining here in KL daily when it is supposed to be dry season.

And believe me, when it is finally dry season, it will be drier and hotter than it was ten years ago. I see a repeat of the 1998 water crisis in KL not too long from now.

I used to tell people what it was like in the early 1970s. I used to don a cardigan over my school uniform every morning and would only take it off after recess as it would be cold. You can see mist and fog in KL on a cold morning. When I first went to Genting Highlands in 1976, we brought food from home and would put the tiffin carriers on the ledge outside the hotel room so the contents would freeze and food wouldn’t get spoilt.

If you drive along the expressway from Bangsar Shopping Center towards Taman Tun Dr Ismail, take a look at the huge monsoon drain as you turn left going downhill from the BSC; that, my dear friends, IS the Damansara River, where families used to picnic on Sundays in a cold and clear stream. Look at what it is now. There also used to be streams and a river flowing through what is now Bandar Kinrara (the phase behind the Kinrara Military Hospital complex).

In the 1970s too, we used to walk along the beach at Port Dickson’s 4th mile, to collect cockles…tons of them. Water was clear at the 9th mile too, that as a kid, I used to snorkle there. I used to be able to see lots of angelfish, anemonefish in abundance there in PD. The reefs were alive, now they’re just dark red, algae-covered, and mostly dead, if not suffocating. Back in the 1970s too I used to hear of fishermen who got their feet bitten by sharks whenever they dangle their feet off their sampan. You’d be lucky to see one now. The last shark I saw in PD was a Tawny Nurse Shark that I caught 2km off PD’s Bayu Beach back in 1999. That one measured less than a meter; the largest was the one we bagged in 1986, at 2 meters in length. I used to see Guitar Shark caught by local fishermen in PD, I see none now.

It now seems as if the East Coast monsoon season has started but the West Coast monsoon hasn’t ended. Believe me when I say that the East Coast monsoon season will not end by middle of March. And as the waters of the South China Sea warms up, it will power up typhoons. Therefore we will have more diving downtimes than uptimes, and shorter dive season.

If you think conservation is a pooh-pooh, think again.

Be Fair To The Fans As Well

Super Mokh

Do you know Hairudin Omar?

I doubt.

I didn’t know who he is until I read about why he felt like retiring from playing football. Yes, he is a Malaysian striker. Doesn’t that strike you? Made no difference to me. Hairudin felt like giving up football because he said Malaysian fans do not appreciate his struggles as someone who has sacrificed for the country. Really?

Hairudin’s name doesn’t even make a dry grass in my memory sway. Yes, I admit to not knowing any of the Malaysian team’s players, unlike those during the 1970s and early 1980s. I can still remember names like Soh Chin Aun, Wong Choon Wah, Santokh Singh, V Arumugam (a.k.a Spiderman), and of course Mokhtar Dahari (a.k.a Super Mokh). Malaysia was one of Asia’s greatest football teams. Forget South Korea or Japan. Our adversary used to be Burma (now Myanmar). I could even tell who was in control of the ball by reading the number on the jersey’s back.

I cannot do that now. When I saw Malaysia play Thailand in the previous ASEAN Cup, I wanted to laugh. There was no sense of “killing” or “winning”, they were just playing as how they practised. They did not have control of the ball, they were just showing off what they could do with the ball. And worse still, when everyone showed off their so-called quick-passing skills, the final man forward did the same and passed the ball to the opponent’s goalkeeper instead of ramming it into the goal mouth.

Pathetic.

We used to beat the hell out of South Korea…and even Red Star Belgrade. South Korea’s now a giant, qualified in the previous World Cup. And Malaysia’s team would have trouble beating My Team had the latter practise daily for a year.

Pathetic.

Almost 2

Nisaa now
This is Nisaa now: 3 days before her 2nd birthday

One-year old Nisaa
This was Nisaa when she turned 1 last year

It’s A Painful Day

Redneck World's Viagra OD

My temperature’s back at 38C, probably because the effects of the PCM had disappeared after more than 8 hours. So went to my usual clinic, sat there, described to the doctor my symptoms, temperature, blood pressure and pulse readings at various times; then as he was going to prescribe me with Ibuprofen, I told him I am probably allergic to NSAIDs (Non-Steroid Anti-Inflammatory Drugs). He asked me how did I find that out as my record shows I declared only to be allergic to Aspirin? I told him I had had stones in the Urethra, and the GP I rushed to jabbed me with Voltaren to minimise the pain I was suffering from as I was only supposed to be allergic to Aspirin-based medicine; only for me to return some ten minutes later gasping for breath and my sinus cavities had swelled up. Even when they performed an IVU to locate the stones, I had to be prepped with Prednisolone for days before they could inject me with the IVU dye…to top that, a nurse was on stand-by in the X-ray room just in case I stopped breathing.

He then asked me what do I do for a living, and I told him that I am a full-time diver. He replied saying he’s very surprised that I know a lot of medical terminologies and thought I had worked for the health industry before.

If only he knows I have been prescribing some of my own medicines since my Air Force days…and I still do. 🙂