It’s 1.55am.
40 minutes ago I received an SMS from Hazyr informing me that her grandfather had passed away.
Condolence to the family. Be strong. He’s in a better place now and doesn’t suffer anymore.
al-Fathihah.
Your Car Or Not?
Cars.
You see them all the time.
You see young punks driving Mercedes, BMWs and so on, and they look all too young to own such a vehicle.
Most drive daddy’s car to impress girls; and the girls will drive mummy’s car for a girls-night-out.
I was labeled as a anak Tan Sri Third Class by this girl who wanted to date me, because I took her on a date going on BMWs (Bas Mini Wilayah) and eat seafood at Benteng. I just cannot see myself driving my father’s Mercedes too woo girls. It is akin to screwing a girl using a dildo because my dick is not up to it.
Then you get politicians, the malay ones especially, who would drive a Mercedes, as a show of status, so much so that someone asked me to buy one. I pointed to my Proton Saga and said, “It has 5 wheels too, and it’s fully paid for.” I can say the same thing about my Naza Ria now. I don’t owe any bank for it, and I certainly do not have any headaches thinking where to scrounge for money to pay the monthly installments. So I also said to them, Mercedes have been used as taxis in Malaysia, and elsewhere. If I wanted a posh car, I’d get me a BMW 735i, something you don’t see with a charge meter inside anywhere else.
That was until I went to Geneva…
At least I have never seen a Naza Ria as a taxi.
The One I Did Not Get To Sing
I did not get to sing this song as requested because the band did not have the score for this song. So here’s the dedication, ten days later:
THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT – FRANK SINATRA
Some day, when I’m awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you…
And the way you look tonight.Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart…
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.Lovely … Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won’t you please arrange it ?
‘Cause I love you … Just the way you look tonight.Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.
Selamat Menyambut HUT TD Ke-75
I’m sorry this date passed by me when I was in Tioman. But here’s wishing all my Malaysian army friends in here a happy 75th anniversary.
The army has always been the backbone of the Malaysian Armed Forces, and is a battle proven force. However, I am quite disturbed after listening to a ceramah organised by an opposition political party that tried to emphasise a fallacy that Chin Peng, the leader of the now-defunct Communist Party of Malaya, was one of those freedom fighters who was also responsible in bringing about the Independence of Malaya.
Let it be known to the members of the civilian population, and present members of the Armed Forces. History is for us to remember and learn from. If ever was the CPM a part of the force for independence, it would have been during the Japanese Occupation of Malaya from 1942 through September 1945. Pre-war years saw the CPM in acts of sabotaging the economy and was bent on setting up a communist government in Malaya. That was its primary role, through and throughout.
Many citizens would probably remember the Malayan Emergency (1948-1960), but few would remember the men of the Malaysian security forces (Armed Forces and Police, malay, chinese, Indian and other races alike) who fought the communist menace during the Second Emergency (1968-1989). Who was Chin Peng then but the director of such horrendous acts committed by the members of the CPM. Tell the police, who lost 16 men in one ambush in the Kinta Forest Reserve; the Army who lost countless more; and the Air Force who lost a helicopter and crew in Gubir; that Chin Peng fought for the Independence of Malaya.
I am sickened by people who try to twist history at the sake of those whom have fought gallantly to preserve the independence and peace of this nation, just to gain some sympathetic race-based votes.
Sick bastards.
A Poetic Trip To Tioman
The weather that day was all amix
But that wasn’t stopping me from getting my fix
I was adamant on getting back underwater
No matter the odds, come what may, whatever
That night I drank without going to pee
At Salang’s best local Kedai Kopi
The coffee served was black and made people dizzy
The tea was coloured light ana a little bit foamy
The next day the main group arrived
Looking like a bunch of people who have never dived
Some looked perky while some looked well
Some were totally seasick because of the swell
Soyak reef was the first dive site
Although the surge was strong the dive was alright
I was happy with what Soyak had to show
One of which is this little guy below
Next we went to dive the Salang wreck
Teeming with life is a matter of fact
I took photos as so did the rest
But mine will never come out to be the best
The boat sailed back to the Salang jetty
The waves were big and none too pretty
But no matter how bad or how big the fright
The day ended with this beautiful sight
The boat chugged away towards Tiger Reef first
Some people were puking out their breakfast
The waves were big with the oncoming tide
The boat pitched then rolled side to side
The viz was not great and the surge was strong
But nothing a good dive can ever be wrong
There was plenty to spot and plenty to see
Like this little green Nembrotha milleri
I wasn’t being gung-ho nor was I being brash
I decided to take photos without using my flash
To say that it looks like Sipadan isn’t a comment that’s fair
But there were Yellowtailed Barracudas swimming everywhere
Then we went to one of my favourites at last
A little rocky outcrop that people call Labas
Although we skipped the swimthroughs there was plenty to see
Including this little guy whose name eludes me
The dive had almost ended as did the camera’s battery
I turned off my flash and switched to the cheap LED
Then I spotted something familiar to me
It was a beautiful Hypselodoris bullockii
At 30 meters at Sawasdee I saw this little shrimp
It may be small but I doubt it’s a wimp
Suddenly it looked beautiful I thought I was narc’ed
But you all know even if I was I would never give a f**k
My dive computer screamed foul, my dive time was running low
I had to commence my stops fast by ascending real slow
A shadow above me gave me a cause for alarm
Another figure doing deco stops – it was Bulu Dalam
Thus endeth my diveth ’twas time to return
To terra firma rich with lizards and fern
Diving makes me look like a junkie high on dope
But it’s my only key to sanity, the bringer of hope
Night fell upon Salang, in the sky looms a cloud
Even with the threat of rain the night owls were out
All the divers were there and partied at best
While poor Nofarndiver and Miezegreat had to finish their test
The crowd was dancing, the bass kept the beat
On a cool night the crowd could feel the heat
And A.J the towkay Kedai Kopi let the music out of the bag
With all the money he’s earned he should buy a new flag
There were myriads of activities being done on the last night
Some were dancing, some were drinking heavy and light
With A.J’s ghetto blaster playing the latest cuts
There were still people who preferred playing cards
So there have you my trip-report poem posting
You should all get back to work else your job won’t be ever-lasting
For now the bars of Salang will be silent, no one to ring the bells
So have a nice day, people, somewhere else
Ai Neng Bu Neng Gou Yung Yuan Dan Chun Mei You Bei Ai?
I know I’ve put this one up before, but I love parts of the lyrics – it reminds me of something, someone, sometime:
I particularly like these parts of the song:
“Shuo bu shang wei shen me wo bian de hen zhu dong, re ai shang yi ge ren shen me dou hui zhi de qu zuo”
(Couldn’t really say why I became very filled with initiatives, if you fall in love with someone anything is worth doing)“Wo xiang da sheng shun bu dui ni yi yi bu she, lian ge bi ling ju dou cai dao wo xian zai ge dan shao”
(I want to say loudly that I cannot bear to be apart from you, even the next door neighbours can guess my feelings right now)
And this is of course, my favourite part of the lyrics:
“Wo xiang jiu zhe yang qian zhe ni de shou bu fang kai”
(I want to just hold your hand like this and never let go)“ai neng bu neng gou yung yuan dan chun mei you bei ai?”
(Can love forever remain innocent without sadness?)
For that, is a valid question now…
Neighbourly Politics
Someone who lives not too far away from my house (same section in USJ) is now a candidate for Jelutong in Penang. Jeff’s blog has always been an interesting read; something that reflects the thinking of a somewhat apolitical man-on-the-street.
Now that he is running for a political party, I cannot expect that same feeling when I read his blog again.
He’s just joined in the ranks of the poly tics – the many blood-sucking parasites: be they from the BN or those who oppose them.
Immersion – Part 2
It’s 3.21am.
Slightly more than 24 hours from now I shall be back here again, where I belong: underwater. This will be my first recreational dive trip for 2008.
I can hardly wait.
Tired sick of KL.
So Sick
Yup! I sometimes feel so sick of it…
And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
What My Birth Date Says
This is what the Facebook application says about my birth date:
July 9, 1966
Lucky Color: Turquoise
Personality Strengths: Savvy, Wit
Personality Weakness(es): Over-confidence
Successful Career Path: Information Technology
Sense of Humor Style: Cliched
Adjectives to Describe You: industrious, adventurous
Description:
Mature and understanding – you are the wise person of the group. Cautiously optimistic by nature, you have a better and more balanced perspective on things are you as compared to the people you associate with – everyone turns to you for advice, as they should!
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