Kuantan Wreck

Nichi Asu Maru a.k.a Kuantan Wreck

In a week’s time of writing this, I would probably be, or about to do, my second dive onto this wreck. Next week, save for war, violent earthquake, the sea drying up for no apparent reason, will see the end of my longest stay on dry land without breathing compressed air – 39 days.

Crazy. But not as crazy as going to work in that s**thole they call “office”.

So next Thursday evening we will all drive through the highway exiting at Senawang through Kuala Pilah, Bahau, Serting, Muadzam Shah and Leban Chondong before hitting Kuala Rompin’s Fisheries Department’s jetty at Tanjung Gemok to board the MV Wavebreaker.

Friday 21st July we should do two dives at the Nichi Asu Maru (a.k.a Kuantan Wreck – pictured above). She was a Japanese oil tanker than sank some 20 nautical miles off Kuantan back in the 1960s. She lies in 26m of water, the shallowest point at 15m. She is 80m in length, so to circumnavigate the wreck (without penetration or really taking photos) should take one whole dive.

After that we will be shooting off to the Gyoshin Maru (a.k.a Varella Wreck) located in 24m of water near Pulau Berhala (Varella Rock). The Gyoshin Maru was a merchantman converted into a torpedo gunboat by the Japanese. One day, at speed, she rammed into the Varella Rock, split in half, and sank. I gather we would be doing more than two dives here plus probably two night dives here before moving on to Tioman’s outer reefs.

On the 22nd and 23rd July, we’ll be doing the various reefs and islands off Tioman such as Labas, Sepoi, Chebeh, Tiger, Golden and Magicienne before returning to Tanjong Gemok on the 23rd.

I just hope I will be diving more frequently after that.

MV Wavebreaker
The MV Wavebreaker

Decorum

Decoration...not decorum

Decorum, not decoration.

Anyway, maintaining decorum is for young ladies and pussies.

I believe in being forthright…not gracious nor magnanimous.

No Entry You Butt Plug

No entry

Malaysia’s most-favoured multinational company has blocked all access by employees to my blog. It seems that either the current directors cannot handle the truth, or do not want the new director to know the truth about the company so that they can con another 8,000 people for another 8 years.

Well, what can you expect from a bunch of dickheads…oh, I must apologise to all the men..I really shouldn’t associate any of those cow-shit-for-brains with anything manly.

Hmm…there is always a backdoor method…sorry, I’m not referring to one of the cow-shit-for-brains.

Dulu, Kini dan Selamanya…

I just want to see how different I look through the years…so here we go:

16/26/40
This is me at 16, then 26, then 40 years old.

And look at this guy below…David Arumugam of Alleycats. He is what I call “Dulu, Kini dan Selamanya” (Then, Now and Forever).

His hairstyle never changes...

Early Start

Peep Peep

Do you know that there are millions of sperm cells in one drop of semen? Do you also know that sperm cells can survive in a woman’s cervical mucus for 168 hours? Sperm also does not survive in water as water is hypotonic and would cause sperm cells to swell and disintegrate? Do you know that it is possible for each male to ejaculate at least 9 times in 24 hours?

Look at the boy above again. With that early start, we’re lucky bedsheets, toilet bowls and tissue papers cannot conceive…otherwise we’d all be starving due to over-population now.

Somebody had better send me back to the sea to dive. I’m starting to write non-sensical stuff here.

Where In The World Have I Been?

The world as some see it...

Where have I been in my 40 years in life other than Malaysia?

Singapore
Thailand – Sadao, Padang Besar, Yala, Narathiwat, Pattani, Songkhla, Hat Yai, Satun, Langu, Chalung, Pakbara, Koh Lipe, Koh Adang, Phuket, Cha-Am, Hua Hin, Krungthep Mahanakorn, Pattaya, Samu Prakarn, Khon Kaen, Udon Thani, Aranyaprathet, Phayao, Chaiyaphum, Chiangmai, Chiangrai, Doi Inthanon.
Indonesia – Medan, Rupat, Dumai, Bengkalis, Bali, Bandung, Tanjung Priok, Jakarta.
Philippines – Manila, Clark, Angeles.
Cambodia – Phnom Penh, Battambang, Kampong Cham, Pouthisat, Sisophon.
Myanmar – Yangon, Ta-kaw.
China – Hong Kong SAR.
Korea -Seoul.
Japan – Okinawa.
USA – O’ahu, San Francisco, Oakland, Sacramento, Chico, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Henderson, Oklahoma City, Tulsa, St Louis, Miami, Orlando, New York.
UK – London, Brighton, Southampton, Bletchley, Milton Keynes, Buckingham, Luton, Amersham, Hemel Hampstead, Tring, Winslow, Watford, Steeple Claydon, Aylesbury, Northampton, Bedford, Oxford, Birmingham, Manchester, York, Lake District (Windemere), Reading, Eton, Windsor, Silverstone, Cambridge, Bournemouth, Dorchester, Poole, Haywards Heath, Dorset, Weymouth.
Netherlands – Amsterdam.
Germany – Frankfurt.
France – Paris, Ferney-Voltaire.
Russia – Moskva, Zhukovsky, Sheremetyevo, Chekov, Volosovo, Khatanga, Sredney.
The North Pole.
Switzerland – Zurich, Geneve.
Turkey – Istanbul.
Croatia – Split.
Saudi Arabia – Makkatul Mukarramah, Madinatul Munawwarah, Jiddah.
United Arab Emirates – Dubai.
Somalia – Mogadishu.
South Africa – Kaap Stadt, Gauteng.
Pakistan – Karachi.
India – Mumbai, Chennai.
Sri Lanka – Colombo.

All that, plus minus 3-4.

The Story of My Friend

A collage of Faizal Sanusi

My good friend, Faizal Sanusi, has recently been discharged from hospital due to hypertension. It was his second hospitalisation in two months, the first being minor stroke. He’s only 38 this year.

Many would attribute his health deterioration to the uncertainties at his current workplace, having to pay for his previous medical bills, when the expatriates at his workplace got better treatement (hey, his Managing Director went to the hospital to foot the bill for this expatriate’s child’s treatment). And Faizal, who has been with that company even before it had its own computers, is now being treated like dirt.

If you ask me, knowing Faizal, he probably had hypertension due to the employer’s ability to actually pay him his salary. That must have really shocked him!

Faizal is a very fit person. Muscular…his shoulders are as stiff as an ox’s. He claims they are stiff because of work-related stress, I beg to differ. He has a peculiar way of keeping fit. As the national Deputy Head of the Youth Wing of the Parti Keadilan Rakyat, he often gets into scuffles with the Royal Malaysian Police’s Federal Reserve Unit (FRU). Everytime he is given a permit to demonstrate by the relevant OCPDs, he’d decline them because he loves it when the FRU personnel charge him and his political colleagues. That is the only way he actually gets to sprint, do middle-distance running, seasons his body to the batons, his eyes to the smoke gas etc. Now you know why he is tough. All that adrenaline rush helps him shed off his bad cholesterol and so on.

So, the only thing that could have brought him down was the shock of actually receiving money from his employers. Being an activist and a politician, he is used to working for free.

Anyway, the above are part of the jokes that our mutual friends like Azlan Chao, Besut Stud, the former SAPURA-soon-to-be-SAPURA again guy, Lifetime PAS Member, the Shaklee Robot, and I, have been making about this friend of ours.

Politics aside, Faizal is a good friend to have and you know that he would go out of his way to help his friends, me included. Faizal is an all-weather friend. And I hope his employers remember the years this good friend of mine has put in, the sacrifices that he and his family made for the company, and foot his medical bills. Try behave like human beings for once.

Get well soon, bro. I cannot lose a good friend like you. So try your best to outlive me.

Cigarette Party – Partie Finale

Auf wiedersehen, Deutschland! Welkom, Sud Afrika!

It’s been a good one month. I supported the underdogs like Cote d’Ivoire, Iran, Ghana and Portugal. In this morning’s final, I supported Italy. France was equally good, except for that headbutt incident by Zainuddin Zahidin. I like the Portuguese players most..Maniche, Cristiano Ronaldo, Simao, Deco…for their footworks, and of course, the virtually unbeatable goalkeeper, Ricardo.

In the earlier rounds, even South Korea was in. This is a country whose football team we used to beat the crap out of back in the 70s. See where they are now. And see what circus our football scene has metamorphosised into. It isn’t that the South Koreans have become stronger, but it is us, Malaysians, who have become weaker.

To my friend Azli Suhairi, whom I might be seeing later today, enjoy your cigarettes. You’ve been choosing the correct teams to bet on.

To the rest, support NS Naza.

Haha!