The Lazy Husband

I wanted to blog about this yesterday but I felt so burnt out after office that I just crashed myself onto the bed the moment I arrived home. It’s a compelling issue that has been playing on my mind for a few days now that I thought I should pen it down as soon as I can before it ends up as one of those countless drafts I have on this blog.

Anyway, Arnold Schwarzenegger is a lazy husband. He is so lazy he didn’t leave home to have an affair!

Lazy Husbands exist. My wife had a lazy husband for 7 years before deciding she;d had enough of being the sole breadwinner in the family; feeding not just the kids, but the husband too. Ontop of that, she had to fork out for the groceries, pay the car’s monthly installments, finance his “teh tarik” sessions with “potential clients“, working her butt off while he lazes at home busy on the Playstation.

Anyway, what prompted me to write on this topic is because of what happened to me a few days back. It concerns a “kakak” from a different subsidiary whom I have hardly spoken to, but suddenly approached me at my office asking to lend her some money. It wasn’t a small amount. When told I do not have that kind of money to spare, she left, looking for other “victims” to borrow from.

I didn’t know anything about her until some of my staff members saw her approach me. Apparently according to them, her husband doesn’t work. Not because he is disabled, but because he is just plain lazy. He would portray himself as a successful businessman, but in reality beats his wife up if she doesn’t give him money to spend. They have two children, staying in a double-storey terraced house near Rawang that she’s paying for. She commutes by train to work daily while he drives around Rawang and wherever else in the car that she pays for monthly. She has been borrowing here to cover for the previous loan there. I understand now why my boss’s secretary has been asking her to cater for our office’s small do’s – she can cook well. I think if she were to cook nasi lemak for the husband to sell on a daily basis, they would make at least RM100 per day; that would be more than enough to supplement her income to feed her family and the lazy husband as well.

Of course the husband would have none of that – he does not want to be seen doing odd jobs or jobs that look petty in his eyes.

Deeper probing have revealed that other managers have lend her money before, some up to three years ago, which she has yet to settle. And the amount runs into five-figures, almost triple my gross salary. The problem doesn’t just lie in him as the lazy husband, but in her with her denial syndrome as well. Any talk about asking her husband to look for a job would be met with the usual response, “My husband is a good businessman.”

I certainly feel nobody should lend her anymore money. If she does not want to help herself by either asking the husband to get a job, by her getting out of the marriage to save her future and that of her kids, then she does not deserve help.

As for this kakak, I just wish her well and hope one day her husband will knock some senses into her head – literally.

Going Without

I have been in a streak of foul mood lately, and I can attribute it to the increase in workload that includes reviewing all 16 over-500-pages-each manuals, the need to fulfill my offshore-visit KPI, prepare another two sets of those manuals for the possibility of two new-build rigs: and each set must be peculiar to each rig. We are still a one-rig operation so hiring an assistant is still out of the question. The management does not think that I would be needing help at this time. My offshore-visit KPI stands at 12 per annum (10 acceptable) and I have only done 5. Apart from that I have to prepare more safety documents in preparation for the rig-down, the sailing from Sabah to offshore Terengganu, the rig-up and the pre-spud. In July I will be doing the same documents for our rig move from one field to another.

What does all the above mean? Lesser time spent with the kids, and definitely hardly any time to go diving. And for those who know me, I’ll be increasingly cranky with each week that I do not dive.

I have initially planned to go diving this weekend as it would be the only weekend available left for me to go diving for at least another month. However, due to company activities and also to my step-son’s sports day, the wife is unable to join me. Not a big deal? For me it is.

Our first dive together as buddies at Tukun Laut, Perhentian - August 2009
Our first dive together as buddies at Tukun Laut, Perhentian – August 2009

Ever since she completed her Open Water Diver and Adventure Deep Diver courses, I have never gone on a dive trip without her; and I have only had her as my dive buddy. What is more enjoyable than having your wife as your dive buddy? Furthermore, she has now become my spotter for me to shoot underwater subjects, and she is a good spotter.

I have thought about it. It would be so difficult for me to go diving alone. I imagined myself diving at the spots we always frequent and I know it would be so different if I were to be there without her, and it is always during those safety stops that I would look at her and she would give me that meow smile and I’d pinch her cheeks. I know she wants me to go, so I could decompress; but the thought of driving alone without her, diving without her…drags me down even further. But if I don’t go, I’d probably be crankier – or not; therefore, I would rather go with her than to go without.

I guess I’ll have to learn to be more patient, and plan another trip hopefully next month if I could, and do that trip with her. She’s my life buddy. So, being with her is worth the wait. Much like the words in Bobby Tinsley’s song:

livin in a world on my own
suddenly won’t do
’cause I found the other half of my heart
when I found you

My dive buddy with a turtle in Sipadan  - 22nd March 2011
My dive buddy with a turtle in Sipadan – 22nd March 2011

Wasabbi

I am a non-conformist by nature, an anti-establishment when I was a lot younger. In the UK back in the 1980s, I was very much anti-Thatcher and initially supported the cause of the socialist Arthur Scargill and the National Union of Mineworkers during the Miners’ Strike of 1984-85. All that until one day, someone senior woke me up with these words:

A democratically-elected government will not do something unpopular without reasons that would benefit the people

Whether you want to believe in the above or not, is not for me to say, nor do I want you to debate over that particular quote. You either take it, or you leave it.

During my Officer Cadet days I was taught to question orders, not blindly, but by analyzing the logic of an order. I carry this with me until now, I question everything I find illogical. This has put me at odds with some people, especially when it comes to questions on religion.

I find the approach taken by Muslims towards Islam as rigid and totally unfriendly. The problem arises when people who do not fully understand the concept of the religion take it upon them to become the guardian of the religion, guardian of God, so on and so forth. They do things without full comprehension of the dalil (reason or argument) behind things, and what is the history behind the ayats (verses) inside the Quran. They hold books written by Imams and ‘Alims as God’s words inscribed in stone, rather than as mere interpretations by fellow mortals.

Most of all, they fail to use the one thing that God asked us to use which is the ‘Aqli (power of thinking):

And We gave him (back) his people and doubled their number― as a Grace from Ourselves, and a thing for commemoration, for all who have Understanding (al-Quran 38:43)

My approach to Islam is simple. God did not give us this religion and the Quran to trouble us, give us problems etc:

We have not sent down the Qur’an to thee to be (an occasion) for thy distress (al-Quran 20:2)

Therefore, there are lots of things which I deemed as bid’ah (inventions) that are unnecessary and confusing, especially to the non-Muslims. So, I go back to basics. I follow what is inside the Quran as my guide, and the aHadith as-Sahih (sayings and traditions of Muhammad) where the Quran is silent. What I do or don’t do of what is obliged of me is purely between God and I, and not for anyone else to judge – unless if I have plans to lead the country. And because of the above, I have, on occasions been labeled as a Wahabbi.

I’m sorry to disappoint those who label me; but I do not subscribe to one sect as the rest do. Each sect says theirs is the best: so whose Islam is the best? I would rather leave it up to God to deal with that. So, while I would hold on to Islam as my belief, do not expect me to run around burning Israeli flag or demonstrate against those who ridicule Allah because I am just a mortal and Allah is the Supreme Being. I doubt if He needs any help if He can wipe out this whole world just by “breathing.”

But I will continue to whack those who use religion to serve their self-interest; and those who continue to make Islam ridiculous in the eyes of non-believers.

So, I’ll create my own sect that reflects my pungent and fiery attacks towards ragheads: WASABBI