I’m A Sucker For Cute Chinese Politicians

Hannah Yeoh Tseow Suan - DAP Candidate for DUN Subang Jaya 2008

Isn’t she cute?

That was what I thought when I saw her pics in the papers. I have my vote hught to myself, “Wow! Finally DAP has wised up and has put pretty young candidates instead of dinosaurs like Kit Siang and Karpal.” I mean, hey! She’s pretty, and cute, so I am entitled to admire her, right? Sorry, Honey. But you are cute too.

Then I drove past Taipan tonight and saw a group of DAP supporters walking down shouting their slogan while dishing out posters of Hannah. I slowed down as this pretty young thing tried to past me some posters. Okay, I am an UMNO member but I have the right to my own thoughts and speak my mind if and when I have to. After all, I am known as the opposition within the party for my dissenting, yet true, views on things. Then I realised it was Hannah herself, and there she went all sweet and smiling saying to me, “Please vote for DAP, please vote for change.” With you looking like that, you have my vote anytime, dear.

But realistically, how is DAP able to bring about any change at all, if any? I do believe in having a stronger opposition voice as it is healthy for democracy; however, I do not believe any of the opposition parties have done itself any justice. I saw a DAP banner hanging somewhere near TTDI that says CRONIES PROSPER, CITIZENS SUFFER. That exists everywhere, in every political party. That cannot be helped as power corrupts absolutely. And there has never been real constructive opposition: no one party has actually come up with a comprehensive plan to tell the voters how they could better the current policies. Instead, they will just criticize policies for the sake of criticizing and getting political mileage. Show me a political party that is different for once, and I am sure there will be followers of the middle-of-the-road kind of politics.

I also agree that there should not be any discrimination towards the building of houses of worships in (new) townships. The local housing law says that a certain number of area in acreage has to be met for churches to be built, but in biasness, it also states that an area for a surau/mosque must allocated. This is unIslamic. Islam does not prohibit others from obtaining the same rights to worship, and to build their houses of worship. However, this could be done in a better manner. An area within the township should be designated, preferably on the fringes of the estate for this. While different sects of Islam can pray together in the same mosque, this rule does not apply to Christians. There are rites non-Catholics cannot do in a Catholic church, and Protestants do not believe in invoking the saints like Catholics do. Okay, I shall not go any deeper into this as (1) I’d leave it to the Christians to dwell upon this matter (it’s okay for a black to call another ni**er, but it won’t be safe for a white to call him so), and (2), I’d be writing more on theology than on the cuteness of this DAP candidate of ours. So what I am trying to say is, while there will or may be one mosque for all, there will be at least 5 churches sprouting in a residential estate; not that I have any problem with that – but that would propel this somewhat tolerant nation’s malays (I won’t term them as muslims) to turn this country into another Islamic Republic of Iran, or Talibanistic Afghan, by swinging their support over to PAS. That would be disastrous – what more when you have one senile senior office-holder calling others orang utan, and the President of the party snubbed an opposing candidate by refusing to shake hands with the latter – so unIslamic is their behaviour.

So, DAP will really have to work hard to convince the general voting population that they can actually come up with a better plan(s) for this country other than crying foul all the time. Voters are not stupid anymore, nor are they emotional as they were before.

Now, going back to our pretty and cute DAP candidate, she was born and bred in Subang Jaya, a true Subang Jaya thoroughbred, which makes her more interesting as she would be very conversant in the peculiarities of the township. She is a lawyer who graduated in Tasmania in 2001, and prior to becoming an election candidate, worked as an event manager.

All that makes her very attractive to me and from not wanting to vote, I wanted to score DAP = 1: BN = 0
(well, the looks count too). Then came the clincher: she is married to an IT engineer.

The lucky guy.

DAP = 0: BN = 0

Time to figure out where to dive when others vote.

Immersion

Tioman

Last weekend was bad. Even though it was expected for the so-called Dragon’s Tail to hit the East Coast, I did not expect it to hit as far south as Tioman. Ferry services were out until Saturday, and HB told me of people being stranded on Perhentian. I looked at the moon last night and I expect it to be at its waning quarter phase this Thursday. So currents should be okay again.

Latest NOAA sat pics for Semenanjung and Sumatera

Looking at the latest NOAA pic above (as at 2222 UTC 24th Feb 08) there is a huge cloud cover blanketing all the way from Tioman to the Klang Valley. I expect Tioman to experience rain or thunderstorm today and tomorrow. And looking at the bigger picture (below) as the winds will be blowing from east to west, rain is to be expected over Tioman until Friday. So with rain, visibility will not be that great, but that is not going to deter me.

Regional sat photo

The rest of the gang to be led by Ridrahim will be joining me on Friday, I think, and in total about 20 odd divers will be flocking the same dive center, not inclusive of walk-in guests. Well, I am going to be busy doing UW photography.

Right now, I am going out to look for some screws and nuts for attachments, and then send the other notebook to install a new OS, then go hang out somewhere.

Tonight, I’ll have to dismantle my twin-set assembly, and go back onto single tank set.

Nomination Day

Flags

It’s nomination day today.

798 Parliamentary and state seats are now up for grabs.

Whoever wins, I still lose.

I will never ever have faith in any of those elected to represent the people because after 50 years and 11 previous general elections, all of them forget that they actually represent the people and not to become the people’s boss. Be they from either side of the political fence, they always forget they are there.

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.