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Big Nothing

There I was drinking with the yummy ladies around me, feeling much like Tone Loc after a sip of Funky Cold Medina, when this yummy mama in biker’s outfit came up to me.

“You must be someone famous,” she said.

“I guess I am,” I answered. “Are you a biker?”

“Yes, I am,” she replied, checking her own outfit to see if anything is out of place.

“Female bikers ride big bikes because they never get anything big in between their legs,” I explained.

“Oh, really? My husband is a big biker too,” she responded.

“Men who ride big bikes have this complex about not having anything big in between their legs to show off,” I replied.

She looked at me and at the yummy ladies by my side and asked, “Are you a biker?”

I looked at the ladies around me and then back to this biker mama, “Obviously not.”

She smiled. I passed her my hotel room key.

“Wait for me upstairs. I’ll show you what a non-biker rides.”

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Hippocampus What??

I have finally come to upload the pics of seahorses taken during the live-aboard trip to Pulau Sembilan early December 2007. The seahorses here are of the Hippocampus spinosissimus type and can be found in coral reefs area of the western coast of the Peninsular Malaysia between the depths of 12 to 16 meters. These shy animals will lie horizontally when threatened.

Seahorse at P9

Seahorse at P9

Skunk Anemonefish
Amphiprion akellopisos (you can only find this on the west coast)

Razorfish
Aeoliscus strigatus

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Tagged Again – Six Weird Things About Me

I have been tagged by my darling Fretty Frincess, and I am required to tell about six weird things about myself. So here goes:

1. I Love Heights – I Can Look Down But Not Look Up

I loved jumping out of anything that flies: airplanes, helicopters, microlights…and also off buildings. When I jump off from an aircraft, I love to go into a full dive, travelling at almost 300km/h downwards, than the normal neutral fall of about 196km/h. The best part is, opening my parachute low – usually between 5-7 seconds before I hit the ground. That used to be my therapy for depression.

However, I have been asked to promise not to do this again by two people.

On a high-rise building, I love looking at the ground below, but get weak-kneed looking up at a higher object. I know it’s weird but don’t ask.

2. I Love To Dive Deep And Alone

Most of the time you’ll catch me diving deeper than the recreational limit, often going into decompression dive – and always alone.

I love diving alone.

3. Movies/Songs

I do not listen to malay songs nor do I watch malay movies. I am mostly into English, Thai and Filipino songs from all genre.

4. Wallet

The notes in my wallet are in denomination sequence – always.

5. Tasty Food

I can eat raw garlic with cili boh. I also love jeruk and if you were to buy jeruk from a small sundry shop, I would drink up the acid from the jeruk container.

6. Homely

By nature I hate going out of the house for no solid reason. I can stay in my room for 3 days in a row and not go out.

Now I would like to tag the following:

Ardy

Najib

Hazyr

Ibu

DNAS

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Happy Birthday, Lily, And Congratulations

Lily underwater

I would like to wish Lily a very happy birthday. Lily is from Hazyr’s batch and the first ex-STF blogger I met. She was doing her Open Water Diver course in Perhentian when I met her.

I would also like to announce and congratulate Lily on her forthcoming engagement.

May you be happy always.

Have fun, dive safe.

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I Have Lost Hope…Pandora Let Hope Out A Little Bit Too Late

I have lost hope…

I have lost all hope…

For years I have been searching for hope, and some meaningful hope…and it has all come to a nought.

Hope is an emotional belief that a positive outcome would be reached despite the odds that it faces. That is why Friedrich Nietzsche terms it as an evil that prolongs a man’s torment.

It is quite true. I have all this while been hoping for something positive, but have been let down on so many occasions that I began to doubt hope itself. After searching for the meaning of hope, it dawned upon me that there is no longer the need or use for and to hope.

For hope is actually a hotel in Pennsylvania.

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Self-Dedication Or Self-Destruction?

Heart running on a treadmill

“There is more than meets the eye” – Optimus Prime

There is always that two sides to everything. Good side, bad side; Side A, Side B; Front side, backside.

I have been going to the gym for more than a month now, but I have been resting for almost a week now since injuring my calf muscle in a futsal game played after a strainuous exercise regime I put myself through. On top of that my once dislocated shoulder has acted up again, and I also injured my shoulder blade.

People always tell me it is good to be exercising, but the exercise I do I programmed them in such a way that they would exert my physical limits, leaving only my mind to tell my body to carry on. The kind of training I do would normally render my hypoxic towards the end as there is not enough Oxygen that the blood could carry fast enough throughout the body – and it is always evident when I start yawning in the middle of an exercise and get tunnel vision. It shows that my heart cannot cope with the demand. My muscles would ache for days, and before it could recover, it goes through another torturous regime the next day or day after.

So, let me throw this question back to you: do you think my diligently-followed training schedule is a sign of self-dedication, or is the training regime I programmed is my way of going through a process of self-destruction?

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Metalized – I’ll Add Another One

Well, since you want me to sing Tagalog songs in public at the Legend and asked if there is any other song than the two I have already agreed to sing, here’s another one.

Let me know if this song is okay for their playlist.

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Congrats, Countloon (Finally)

Congratulations is in order for Countloon for his promotion to the rank of Mejar (finally!). I guess after this he would be motivatged to go for an overseas course, sign the PMAT 1/73 to serve another 7 years after the completion of his course, or probably sign on until pencen.

Now Countloon will have to buy me dinner.

Metalized, Mocha, Icecool…you guys are not getting away with it either. I have yet to be treated to dinner for your respective promotion.

Countloon in the center
Countloon (center) melapah babi sampai tak ingat dunia (as said by Icecool)

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I Did Not Even Have Any Funky Cold Medina

Beautiful smile

Ina, you smiled at me
my heart buzzed like a bee
the way your hips sway that my eyes caught
giving me nothing but a dirty thought
you bend forward and protrude your butt
soon it wouldn’t be my balls into that hole I putt
but alas and alack, things will never go as I plan
for lovely Ina is a full-grown man