Your Opinion Does Not Matter
At the place MPC thinks is a great place to gangbang Yummy Baby while watching football with his friends
At Pulau Bidong
One week before I got dumped by someone in a horrible manner
Sleeping at Pulau Bidong
So there you go…Spazm. Mati la aku Shafi cari lepas ni…
Anyway, I received a FB message from a fellow diver today:
“Hello SD. Thanks for adding me as ur fren. Its a great honour to me. Again from the bottom of my heart, thank you.”
Wah…like pilem setar gitew nyah…aku ni diver biasa je…
Kimi: jadi bilal ke hari ni?
Kimi: hahaha
SeaDemon: tak tengok roster lagi hari ni
Kimi: ape dei
Kimi: sejam lg nak solat
Kimi: hahaha
SeaDemon: hhahha
SeaDemon: imam tak buat kerja
SeaDemon: malam tadi tau nak main je..roster tak tampal
Kimi: hahahaha
Kimi: testosterone dia running high
Kimi: sampai lupa
SeaDemon: tu la pasal
It’s that time of the year again.
The Malaysia International Dive Exhibition 2008 commences today and will run until 6pm Sunday 6th July 2008. Yes, I’m at home right now, blogging, but shall be there later this afternoon at the MUW booth with the rest of the guys, as I will have to attend the Malaysia Sports Diving Association AGM at 6pm.
Tomorrow morning I will have to take Farhan to his kindergarten’s mini olympiad at the Bukit Jalil Stadium until noon, then make my way to MIDE, and for the reception hosted by the Sabah Tourism Board at 6pm.
However, have a look at the MIDE 08 website. The English used in it is horrible. I think the person who proof-read the website was trying to prove something.
I put up this video two years ago. It was made using my old Nikon Coolpix 4200 4.2PM digital camera. For those who have not taken up scuba diving, enjoy:
Fretty Frincess two years ago, sketching by the beach…
Fretty Frincess now…
Line-up, girls and get your number.
Okay…I feel bored today. My dive buddies: Ironore is already offshore, and Spazm will soon join him. Once they are offshore, there is hardly any time for them to go diving recreationally. Deepblu will be leaving to migrate too. Mocha…will be leaving the Armed Forces and is contemplating on migrating too.
Then there is me. Migrating too.
Maybe we should all sing a song…I have not done Air Supply…so let us sing to the tune of “I’m All Out Of Love”:
I’m not lying alone
with your head on my bone
squashing it down till it hurtsI know you’re hurt too
but what else can it do?
tormented and can’t get hardI wish I could carry
you when it is hard
for times when you give me a blowIt would make me believe
what Viagra could bring
when today it rises so low
really lowI’m all out of steam
I think I’ve just lost you
I know you were tight
Been virgin for so long
I’m all out of steam
what am I without you
You need to give head
so it can be so strong
At Sugar Wreck during Hari Raya Aidil Fitri 2007 – picture by Deepblu
Yummy Baby said I looked pale yesterday. A lot crankier than I usually am. It is my Diver’s PMS.
I used to get this a lot…those days it used to be worse. There was a time that I never brought my dive equipment back with me because I would be diving week in week out. I was still doing so when I was first diagnosed with having hypertension and was diving without medication, much to the horror of some.
My 483rd dive really – taken by Deepblu at 29 meters depth, Secret Reef, Perhentian
I have slowed down now…a lot, I have. Putting underwater jobs aside, I have only been on two dive trips so far. One to Tioman, the other to Perhentian. I did 5 recreational dives in Tioman and only 4 in Perhentian, and that is soooo lame by my standards. My average up till July 2007 was 10 dives a month. Yes, I did 120 in 2005 and 120 in 2006 (I’m sure it surprises some as to how did I manage to celebrate my 200th dive in July of last year – actually it was my 483rd…HAHA! I was emotionally down and wanted to celebrate something…a backdated pic for my past achievement).
Diving in the dark wearing the Kirby Morgan KM-48 Full-Face Mask
My favourite kind of dive is still one that is deep, dark (night), looking for wrecks and also big fishes. Although you cannot dive solo recreationally (you are required to dive with a buddy), I am, by training, a self-sufficient diver. Therefore, I love to dive alone. Even in a group you would see me venturing off somewhere alone, more often than not, I’d be going deeper than the rest; and if depth and remaining air permits, I would dive deeper than the recreational limits, even on a recreational dive. I just love it when the pressure is great, it feels like you are in a tunnel somewhere and there is nothing around you…just sheer silence, broken intermittantly by the sound of your air being exhaled.
Blacktip Reef Shark – Tioman, April 2008
I must be bored right now for writing this. There are times when a dive can be boring for me, especially when I do bring my camera down, or if I have to guide people diving. So, I would play around, scaring other divers off, or do stupid things like humping a fellow diver from behind.
Humping Yusri at Batu Malang
Gosh…I am feeling bored. I should be going back underwater….AND SOON!
Aku tahu.
Topik pelik memang memeningkan. Apatah lagi jika nukilan kali ini seperti biasa tiada kaitan dengan topik pelik di atas.
Seminggu aku rasa aku memandu kereta rekabentuk continental kepunyaan Yummy Baby. Pelik pun ada tatkala nak kasi signal, wiper yang bergerak.
Walau bagaimanapun, selepas seminggu aku menjadi expert dengan peculiarities keretanya.
Hari ni aku bawak kereta aku. Disebabkan harga minyak naik mendadak hasil polisi ekonomi Bebudak Tingkat Empat yang diseliakan oleh Budak Kulit Hitam bagi pihak bapa mertuanya, kereta-kereta di jalanraya kini bergerak macam ciput.
Akibatnya aku terperangkap di belakang sebuah kereta makcik bertudung yang sedang memotong sebuah lori dengan kelajuan 60kmj di lorong memotong, sedangkan lori tersebut berada di kelajuan yang sama.
Setelah hampir seminit mengekori bontot kereta makcik ni, kenderaan di belakang semuanya membunyikan horn dan memberi lampu besar kepada aku. Cipet betul. Aku naik geram. Aku horn makcik ni, masih dia tak faham. Lantas aku pun bagi dia high beam.
Bila aku tarik lever tu, hanya air yang keluar dan wiper aku bergerak ke kiri dan kanan menyapu windscreen aku.
Kimak! Salah tarik lagi!
I looked at her while we were eating just now. She is a far cry from what she was when I first saw her when I broke fast at her place last year. Gone is the haggard look, the ‘exposed’ bones, the tired and blank stare. I see the more radiant and pretty-side of her, bubbly, witty, playful; I see the loving and caring person that she is, as I have always suspected. I have also seen the tears, the pain and frustration of the seven-painful years being married to a wimpy wife-beater, opportunist, free-rider – and I would hold her close to me, and ask her to cry it all out.
When I first met her, I didn’t talk a lot to her; she was preoccupied with the hampers she was making for Hari Raya plus some corporate gifts. Probably a week before Hari Raya, as I was driving home (I was already about to reach home) when she sent me a text asking where I was. I called her up and she sounded down and needed someone to talk to. I immediately made a U-turn and headed her way. Why? I still have not found the reason for doing that; and neither has she, for asking me to meet her. I saw her a few days later at the penjual daging‘s place.
The next time I saw her was a month later – she was with the person who originally introduced us, Spena. Spena had always thought of us to be more compatible than with anyone else. However, this meeting was over lunch, and we felt somewhat awkward meeting each other after a month – but it was a pleasant meet nevertheless. Spena left us immediately after lunch, and I spent a bit more time with her at Uluwatu and MPH.
We never met again – until that wonderful night we both term as Burger Night. That was 4 months later.
And since then, we have talked, kissed, hugged, cuddled, quarreled, laughed…and countless of other things that I may have forgotten about, or forgotten how it felt like, or have not done prior to our becoming an item. She plays her role as a wife, not to be subjugated, not submissive, but as an equal who believes in giving love means receiving more love. While I, give her the love and care and attention that she has never received. She’ll clear the table, I do the dishes; and we would always hug each other after each task is completed. Sometimes she cooks, a blue moon later I would cook. We go out together, do things together, that we would look more lovey-dovey than most couples younger than us do.
I don’t know what it is…but I know I have said this before. Everytime I breathe, I realise that I love her more and more. And it just gets better. And in this second-half of my life, I just want to love her more and more, while I am still able to.
And everytime I drive past a certain point in KL, somehow, a certain radio station would play this very song that started to become famous when we first started going out – and it always makes me think more and more of her.
And as I type this posting, I am missing her terribly.
“Dey Rascal! I’ll be back!”
That’s what we would most likely hear coming out of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s mouth when and if he stars in a Holly-Bollywood collaboration.
I heard on the radio yesterday morning that Hollywood is now seeking more movie collaboration with its Indian counterparts, the Molly and Bollywoods. Another star that was reported to have the same idea is Will Smith. Maybe, the next title of his movie would be called “I am Lingam,” a movie about zombies that go around killing human beings by making a simple sounds like, “Korek! Korek! Korek!”
Will accent be a problem for Arnold?
“No problemo, Inspector Sahab!”
With his funny accent, I’m sure he’s going to be a hit. So let us look forward to a movie filled with funny English accent from Arnold and his Indian counterparts.
“Hasta la vista, Babuji!”
I am trying to point out how unIslamic Muslims have become by not trusting Allah’s Holy Quran but instead take the words of the scholars as if they’re gods.
Over two years ago I wrote in an UMNO forum in response to a member saying that women must cover up their hair. Of course I responded in the negative and challenged the person to show me where in the al-Quran does it say so, he never replied. In fact I challenged an Ulama on this matter, presenting the dalil in al-Quran, when all he could give back to me are: “According to this imam’s book, according to so and so…”. Those imams and so-and-so’s are their gods…not mine.
Before I begin, let me quote a verse from the Holy Quran in the chapter called THE PROPHETS (al-Anbiyaa’)21:24. Allah said:
“Have they found gods besides Him (Allah)? Say, “Show us your proofs. This Quran is my proof,it covers the present and the past.” Indeed most of them fail to recognise the truth, this is why they turn away.”
I don’t know how Islamic can one be by wearing or not wearing the tudung or hijjab. I don’t even know if it is Islamic to do that. The Quran only tells women to cover their breasts and to pull their outer garments over them. And for 1000 years or more, scholars are still debating whether Muslim women should cover their hair.
However, in the Bible, there is a clear order for women to cover their hair and their heads especially during prayer. Here is the reference:
Corinthians 11:5-6
“And every women who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonours her head – it is just as though as her head was shaved. If a woman does not cover her head, she should have her hair cut off; and if it is a disgraced for a woman to have her hair cut or shaved off, she should cover her head.”
This reminds me of a few incidents where school children had had their hair cut by religious teachers, or their tudung cut shorter for not wearing the long tudung sometime in 2006 (NST – 25th Feb 2006). A school in Bukit Mertajam even withdrew their participation in a netball competition because their players were not wearing tudung.
Sheer blatant stupidity and ignorance on the part of the teachers. 30 years ago when I was schooling I never hear of such nonsense. it seems that deviationist Islam has rooted itself firmly within the minds of these teachers, and they abide by the words of their scholars without questioning the facts.
And what about Muslim men being told that it is the sunnah (tradition of the Prophet) to wear turban, have beard etc? They say that men must (bordering divinely compulsory) to wear turban and have beard like the Prophet, and do other things that the Prophet used to do. This brings me to another case of three boys who were expelled from school because the students were adamant to wear turban to school. A PAS lawyer represented them and told the court that WEARING THE TURBAN IS AN INTEGRAL PART OF ISLAM.
Another narrow minded bastard who is bent on misguiding Muslims, if you ask me. No where in the Holy Quran is mentioned about the wearing of the turban and robes and growing beards etc. However, in the Bible, those are mentioned as the accoutrements of the priests.
Exodus 28:4
“These are the garments they are to make: a breastpiece, an ephod, a woven tunic, a turban and a sash. They are to make these sacred garments for your brother Aaron and his sons, so they may serve Me as priests.”
Leviathan 21:5
“Priests must not shave their heads or shave off the edges of their beards or cut their bodies.”
Leviathan 19:27
“Do not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard.”
So, there you have it. “Defenders” of the faith (scholars’ faith) will say of course it is not mentioned in the Holy Quran. It is the traditions (sunnah) of the Holy Prophet!
So why do they go to work in cars instead of camel-backs?
Let me just quote you from the Holy Quran again to underscore what I have been saying about the lies attributed to Allah and Muhammad conjured up by the so-called faithfuls for over a millenium:
THE FAMILY IMRAAN (Ali Imraan) 3:78
Some of them even twist their tongues to simulate the scripture, to make you think that it is from the scripture when it is not from the scripture, and claim that it is from God, when it is not from God. They invent lies and attribute them to God, knowingly.”
So if you are a woman and you are not wearing tudung, and if you are a man and you do not have a beard or wear turban and robe, then let it be known that you are not unIslamic; you are in fact very unChristian.
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