IYOR-LAH!

International Year Of The Reef 2008

It’s the International Year Of the Reef this year (IYOR 2008). What does this mean to divers? A lot for some, nothing for others; so we should know what the non-diving general public would think of it.

If you ask me to tell you about our coral reefs, I wouldn’t be able to tell you much; seriously speaking, I know our coral reefs are important to the marine ecosystem, but if you ask me the difference between a Staghorn Coral and a Fire Coral, I would only be able to tell you should I accidentally graze against either, the latter would give me a nasty sting – real nasty.

Rush hour traffic at Teluk Kerma, Perhentian Kecil

The reef is important. This is where marine life seek refuge from predators. Reef fish and mollusks feed up to 40 million people a year. Coral are also important in controlling the amount of carbon dioxide in the ocean water as coral polyps turn carbon dioxide in the water into limestone shells. Without this process, the level of carbon dioxide in the water would rise dramatically and would affect all living things on Earth.

Rush hour traffic at Tukun Laut, Perhentian

It also acts as a barrier between our coasts and the harsh tidal conditions, strong currents and waves. And of course, healthy reefs bring in the tourism dollars. You may find it funny but most Americans I have dived with like to watch the Clownfishes, in particular the False-Clown Anemonefish (Amphiprion ocellaris) – otherwise more commonly known as ‘Nemo’ after the character in the movie of the same name. Why is this so? Because there are no clownfishes in the Carribean, where Americans flock during the summer.

Clownfish at Tukun Laut, Perhentian

For those divers who dive with me often, stop laughing over this post, okay? Let me sound mellow once in a while. I know I normally dive in depths where not a single coral exists; but I’m just trying to do my part here for IYOR 2008.

:p

Me and Sphyraena barracuda at Terumbu Tiga, Perhentian

One Happy, Two Unhappy

Broken and burning heart

It’s sickening when you realise you are broken-hearted because of somebody’s lies. Not because the one who loves you lied to you, but the person that made the one you love come to you lied to him/her.

And it becomes even worse when more lies are being added in, empty promises that have remained empty, about change, about another chance, and so on; and at the end of it, as I have mentioned above, were all talk and full of wind. Even more worse when the person you love agrees to give another chance, and you find yourself dumped – like a dog being kicked out of the house, or a cat left by a food court or market.

And because of that one person, now there are two broken hearts.

And all because of his/her lies.

Happy 69th Birthday, Mak

My mom when she was 17
My mom and her 7/8 of her siblings when she was 17 years old. Missing from this picture is her eldest brother, Hamidon

Today is my mom’s 69th birthday.

Some brownies will make their way to her house later today.

Mom and her siblings in 2007
My mom and 6/8 of her siblings. From left: younger sisters Rasidah and Rodziah, elder brother Hamidon, my mom, younger sister Fatimah. Seated in front is her youngest brother, Jasmin. The two deceased are her younger sister Zahariah (passed away in 1991) and younger brother, Nadzri (passed away in 2002)

Illegal Racing

How many times have you driven on the Federal Highway, and then find yourself having to avoid a motorcycle?

How many times have you seen motorcycles on the Federal Highway?

Often?

If so, did you not realise that motorcycles are not supposed to be on the Federal Highway lanes as there are motorcycle lanes made available for them? For whatever reason that they may give, what f***ing business do they have riding on the car lanes on the Federal Highway?

It becomes worse during the weekend nights when one group would race on the Federal Highway. They never have their lights on, and they zigzag in between cars as if the car drivers would just adhere to the lawlessness they bring about. It would be nice to see these bastards crash onto the highway at those breakneck speed and actually break their neck that has been supporting their brainless head. Then again, it would be cool to see pink and grey matter spattered all on the asphalt with the top half of the head inside that stupid helmet (if any) and the bottom half begins just below where the nose used to be.

They are lucky they are not doing this some 20 years ago. Nowadays, I would just say things like “Babi punya pelumba haram!” (Bastard illegal racers…literally: Illegal racing pigs)

If only I can perform magic and actually transform them into the exact thing I cursed. Then maybe they would look like this:

Babi punya pelumba haram

Paradise Lost

It rained in paradise

It’s sunny outside and I am somewhat happy. However, there is this nagging feeling in my heart telling me it is actually raining inside.

Someone told me on YM last night that I now look happy again, much like how I did back in September and early October of 2007, although not as berseri as my eyes did back then. However, only I know how heavy it is raining inside of me.

I am beginning to sigh a lot, as much as I used to late 2007, I am getting more and more insomniac, and I have rediscovered the joys of eating at ungodly hours – just to kill boredom and melancholia.

I was extremely down late 2007, and friends helped me get on my feet again. I even learnt to open up again, and allow myself to those beautiful feelings. But somehow, knowing that someone who is responsible for helping me be happy will be leaving me. Although it won’t be that soon, but I feel like I’m on the death row waiting for clemency that will never happen, not knowing when I will have to face the hangman; only worse than that because I have to face the hangman again and again and again.

It feels as if someone is crushing my heart in his fist; it feels like thousands of razor blades have just gone through my heart; it feels like a giant meteor is about to hit earth and it is a question of when, not if; and the worst part is when the meteor has hit the earth, shattering it into millions of pieces, I would still be there at the same spot, alive, and have to ponder upon what has been lost, and to look around me seeing things in a different manner because they will never look the same again: something or someone would be missing.

And to miss is what I am afraid of…because it will never stop raining then…

Raining
…again…

Raining
…and again…

Raining
…and again…

Smell The Sea

Walking on water

This is the first time that I have returned to the sea since my trip on board the Kaleebso to Pulau Sembilan. Two months it has taken me to overcome.

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MUW Moderators’ Meeting

Mods

The moderators of the Malaysian Underwater forum had a meeting at Moderator Hollowman’s house on Friday, 15th February, 2008. I sponsored 60 sticks of satay while Hollowman’s wife prepared Spaghetti with meatballs, cheesecakes, free-flow drinks and coffee.

Congratulations, JIMY

JIMY in her wedding gown

I attended JIMY’s wedding on Saturday, 16th February 2008, at her mother’s house in Seremban.

Congratulations, JIMY.

Here are some pics:

Purple flowers
The theme was purple

The drinks were purple too
The drinks were purple too

The purple pianist
Even the pianist was in purple

JIMY throwing bouquet
JIMY throwing the bouquet

I Fell To Temptation

It was a day when roses cost triple the normal price. But everyone who was courting was out having RM500-dinner somewhere, giving flowers. I even saw one guy on a kapcai with his girl pillion-riding at night; she was holding a bouquet of red roses, while her other hand was hanging on to dear life while he sped through the roads of KL trying to get to his place for a real quickie so her father won’t notice the lapse in her journey time from the supermarket she worked in, back home.

Me, I just bought her this:

Beary Valentine gift by Fretty Frincess