(Boat) Rocking Phuket

"Sawadee ka!"

Yes, I was in the land of yummy spicy food, absolute friendliness, and vibrant culture. Also a land where no other Ronald in the world poses with both hands clapsed. I like that; it's just how the Thais and Ronald here say "Hello", You are welcome" or "Thank you".

Last time I was in Thailand was in Bangkok with my bestie, Jonie during Syawal 2005. It's also a coincidence that this Phuket trip conincided with Syawal as well. What I really like was that it was low-peak season, which means....less tourist = less crowd! I personally think that if there were a crowd, the crowd would be all focused on Bangla Road. That road never seem to be void of people, even if the night before our arrival to Phuket, there was a huge fatal fire at one of the clubs. Four dead, but people are still walking in front of the cordoned area as if it's still up for business. Spot a few police (or are they mafia?) with their notepads. I busy-bodied for a while there, as I've always wanted to know how it feels like to be in a actual CSI situation.

(Oh, in case I forgot: Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, readers!). 

A lagoon, Viking Cave. Actually our boats are hiding from the huge wave.

Viking cave, Koh Phi Phi island - near 2nd scuba dive site

The main reason for this trip was to just hang out doing nothing. I wanted a relaxing trip, but the diver-in-me wanted more than just jalan-jalan or snorkle. How can I be snorkeling at James Bond Island, when I can go deep into the blues at Koh Phi Phi. Kan? kan??! I mean, think about it: you have your diving license sitting at home rotting, and the view is said to be extraordinary....so why wait?!

                                      

I wanted just 3 dives on a one-day boat trip. When we left the jetty, our Japanese divemaster, Fumiko already warned us of the stormy weather the day before, and could probably hit us today. She also said that Asians are more prone to sea-sick compared to the bigger European divers on the same trip, and so we took seasick pills like they're vitamin tablets :P

Dive no.1 and no. 2 was absolutely brilliant. Happy with my dive log. But come evening, dive no. 3 became a big no-no for us (Asians on the boat), though a dozen of Europeans (gila babi gung-ho ke ape ni?) braved through the stormy(!!) and 2-meter wave for their 3rd dive. Divemaster Fumiko was the best when it came to safety: she said, if we don't want to take dive no.3 because of the absolutely-ridiculous-storm-and-I-would-have-died-diving-at-this-2-meter-wave-sea-couple-with-absolute-armagedonic-sky, we don't have to. Of course we don't have to!!! Gila ka?!?!  Fumiko herself called it = shit weather. I vomitted 3 times on the boat, but which I was never this happy vomiting: it's better than dying in a foreign country! I've never known or experience a more tragic weather than this. I really thought, our boat would have broken into half and I am already on Titanic2's making.

In front of noisy Hard Rock. Quiet streets...hmmphh.

The day of our arrival, we started exploring the whole Patong. If my maths don't fail me, 80% of people in Patong are either Indians, Bangladeshis, Nepali (Central Asia). Phuket even gave them their own road (read: Bangla Road). I might spend quieter times at Karon or Kata beach if I were to return to Phuket in the future.

While out Patong streets and beach are packed with stalls and shops, you can never miss JungCeylon, the biggest mall in Phuket. Being the shopaholic that I am, and at the first spot of chic coffee joints (e.g. Starbucks), I never fail to go there every day I am in Patong. 

On the first day, there was a futie tourney between kids from different schools, as well as a cheer-leading/colouring contest if you are a girl or kaki bangkus. What's cool is the commitment by the kids and their (cheering? more like screaming) mums. Literally you've got whole bunch of soccer mums being more enthusiastic than their kids, probably. And what's cool is the constant drum beating by this guy during the whole competition - that provides you a samba feel and the relevant mood to play your ball. (= dragon boat).

I LOVE PHUKET with Kenny Sin

I've never thought I would met my ex-housemate, Kenny Sin in Phuket. Out of the myriad of colours and people, Kenny spotted me whilst we were eating Phad Thai at the same shop! He called me upon hearing my ever-recognizable voice. It's like: "we've never got to meet in KL after he moved out, but here we are in Phuket after yearssss" He looks great and frequents Phuket at least twice a year. He's here on some charity thing. Well done! 

Fresh fruit juice. Chill!

This is one of the 20 over pics of my full bod on bikini. Old already, paiseh to show closer shots of myself

Now, this shot is better! :P

After chilling with some mix fruit juicy tutti stuff, we headed out to the beach to receive our 'natural' massage/spa by the huge waves and to check out the sunset. The beach was considerably errr...empty, to my delight, as I am a bit self-conscious of my current body-shape as I grow older with age, esp. when on bikini. :P  Ah well....stuffs happen when we age gracefully. I'll take it.

Sunset at Patong

To my delight, this restaurant gave us manggis as dessert. To them, it's cheap. For us, it's rare.

Complicated beauty

Patong is full of complicated wirings if you look up. This really amuses me. We've found beauty in randomness.  

One thing I didn't like about Phuket is that the whole city is NOT WIRED. Even if it is, they charge the customers. Starbucks, Subway, True Coffee, kopitiam, restaurants....NO FREE wi-fi. Bleh!

Farewell, Phuket.

I don't know if I will be back any time soon, but I have logged in many good (and scary) memories from Phuket and Koh Phi Phi. Especially when spent together with Fong.

"I LOVE PHUKET"

STOP 114A

Wonder Women

Everytime you see me, you know I am full of stuffs. My 'thinking' face and squinting eyes does show clearly I am nothing but a lady filled with things to do. Ample. I am damn tired. But I try. I try to make time for everything I love - friends, colleagues, my fav TV dramas, run, swim, Olympics, etc. which makes me one superhero.

Not that I am boasting. It does make me a superhero, I guess. Mum calls me  Wonder Woman. Most women are anyway, particularly this generation, this era. Mum herself is. We have a career, we cook, we clean, we own a property/car, we run, we swim, we yum cha, we breed, we educate, we pay the bills, etc. I cook almost every other day after work, I clean the toilet while I bathe, I study unrelated subjects (read: mathematics) to climb the career-ladder, yet I go running every other evening. I teach swimming in the evening, but not before I make sure my car gets a wash, or I teach swimming, then off I go with my make-up on and dainty dress to a fancy dinner party. I pick up some novels to read and finish it within a week, etc. etc. etc. Now, I do think Galileo got it wrong: The earth revolves around me.

Me ...probably. But with a smaller cuppa. 

As for "me" time, you would definitely think I am the sporty type - putting "me" time on runs/swims. But nah...you are wrong. I am quite a couch potato, sitting watching How I Met Your Mother or The Kardashians or Criminal Minds...and right now, the Olympics. I turn on my laptop in front of the TV screen, essay a few reports while sobbing on Mobbed or cheering for Uchimura Kohei on pommel horse or Park Tae Hwan on his freestyle heats,and while Draw-ing Something on my phone (**yes, hate me for still playing that game).

My Idol spitting water - OK. My swim students spit in the pool, I scold jia-lat.

** I am into Park since Beijing 2008. See previous post.

Yes, I am Wonder Woman, but I am still human. Like many superheros on TV, I err, I love, I hate, I have feelings. Sometimes I don't care enough. Honestly I have one very bad trait: I get jaded with things very fast. Many instances have shown me what I can really be: when I over-indulge in something I loved so a lot, I can suddenly go all cold about it. For no reason. I will hate doing it altogether and I have no qualms quitting it. Doesn't happen all the time, but it happened with Aikido. It happened with Entomology. It happened with Swimming. So I do not go over-board with my indulgences cause I could get jaded. Every day, I pray I don't get jaded with running. So, I try not to over-do and out-run myself on marathons or other races.

I dedicate my 'me' time to my new Samsung Galaxy S3. A blessing-in-disguised, I supposed, that my first smartphone got pickpocketed whilst browsing some recipe books. Stupid, I call myself, for not being vigilant of two male foreigners browsing on recipe books(!!!) near me. Yes, I have a world-view of thinking guys lately have great passion in being chefs themselves (think: Jamie Oliver and Gordon Ram), I never would have thought they were thiefs. Nevertheless, once I realised it's missing, I instantly got a new Samsung. Now I am so addicted to my super-fast, super-slick S3. Yummmy!!!!

I got two scuba diving trips coming up this August and October - Phuket and Sipadan. See, I am full of stuff despite being sooo freaking busy. Mum said she hates me being involved in so many 'rubbish'. Hey!!! 

I also got myself a property after searching for the looongest time. I bought this condo on impulse. Well, it's primarily bought for investment, and the location is great, so WHATEVER! But looking at the huge awesome swimming pool, I think I might 'merasmikan' it with several bouts of freestyle, butterfly, back and breast, and pee in it, before I tenant it out. (I think I bought this place only because of the pool).

I also have to study to climb the f**king career ladder. Sh*t! I thought I don't have to ever study again since I've gotten my doctorate. But nope. Here it comes again! And worse: it's all new subjects, unrelated to what I graduated in (read: studying insects). I have to learn physics and engineering and .....errr...part of it: MATHS. I hate maths, like a lot. I guess learning is part of life and it never ends (but studying is not). Warning friends: if I do get cranky, please forgive me: it's because of my studying = bad grades = no naik pangkat = no naik gaji = cranky!!!

Milk foam on my upper lips. I am a Nespray Kid!

You will still see me in some coffee chains on weekends especially. This is one habit that ......I can never get jaded. Never.

Spot the differences: 1st and 2nd Full Marathons

Last Sunday's Standard Chartered KL Marathon was my #2 full marathon assignment.

My #1st was, of course, the most memorable one of all - the Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore in Dec 2011. My 1st marathon finish was one fill with emotion; I was angry at myself throughout the race; I was teary when I saw finish line and sobbing when I reached it. What made it possible was my marathon partner - a seasoned marathoner, Kingy, a true sifu and friend who was motivating (read: bluffing) me throughout the race. Was prepared for the marathon physically, but not mentally. Well, let's just say, I wasn't prepared physically too in terms of ample training (I did some training, but just 21 km LSD), and I bet nobody's legs were ever prepared for the dreaded ECP's 10km concrete pavements. ECP did take a toll on my feet until they gave way at the 30km mark. I remembered taking 4 powergels, drank like a gallon of water, eat some gel stuff, having a stomachache, farting like crazy (my digestion was slowing down, as blood all went to pump the heart), and I think I rubbed a kilogram of Deep-heat into my 'jelly' legs. At the end, I managed my first full marathon in 7:00hrs flat, walking the last 10km that took 3hrs.

SCMS - Seasoned marathoner, sifu and good friend BK at the starting line

I hate ECP!

SCMS - Tey captured Kingy and me (in tears) as we were about to reach the finish line.

SCMS - SOB, SOB!!

SCMS - Faking a smile. I am not kidding, but it is fake.

Thinking about my first marathon is like thinking about your first time taking you first SPM paper - the BM paper. It's your first day into the exam. You cannot comprehend what is going on with you, your mind is soo fixed in the examination mode, you tend to scribble out rubbish on the karangan part. All you wanted is an A1. You just give it your ALL. Halfway through all your remaining 8 papers in SPM, you kinda get it (read: your subsequent marathons). There seem to be less panic. You think: "I can't get out of this sh*t now, but I can only do my best. Stay calm". At the end of all the papers (I remember it was Biology paper), you cry-out-loud cause you made it through 2 weeks of hell, and screamed "Merdeka!". You are eventually judged by your SPM results, but in a marathon, no one judges you by your results are (unless your running are kiasu). That's the best part of running!

You suffered like hell, but for some reason, you yearn for more even during your painful recovery. It's like you wanna prove to Death he can't kill you. Or dare Death to chase you. Thrill.

Secret training:
So yes, my 2nd full marathon attempt: I was initially 'misled' by Daryl that I have to beat 6:00hrs to get the finishers tee. :p I am like "What??!" How am I going to beat my first timing by 1 freaking hour? Despite the myth of seeing me not in training (training does not equate LSDs only), I did a lot more (secret) training for my 2nd marathon - I went to gym a lot to do strength training, lifting weights to strengthen both my thighs and calfs muscles. I did push-ups and pumping like 15X6 sets each time I go to the gym (while working at UTP), and I run in burst of fastpace for 1 min for every 5 min run for a total of 45 minutes.

My secret training, which many runners did not notice, took place at Bukit Jalil park, around my housing area (I went up at 300m the inclination at least 10 times making it 3km of hill training), and of course Bukit Aman's Double hill & LSD. I needed the training, because I've suffered much previously and didn't wanna repeat history for my next full marathon.

What's different:

The same (they are both by Standard Chartered, of course):
1. 90% flat route in both KL and Singapore marathons.
3. A lot of water, sponges, food, Deep-heat sprays by volunteers. Volunteers are friendly and helpful.
4. Weather was cooling in the morning, sunny-hot after 8.30am.
5. I suffered pain on the right leg at S'pore, but left leg at KL.
6. Loyalty: Me and my baby-blue cap.

The difference:
1. Lesser marathon participants in KL, therefore, so much space and it was a breeze to run in KL. So much less crowd. Good!
2. No concrete pavements in KL (read: I hate ECP!) that badly impacts any runner's feet.
3. Lacks the mad external supports/drums in KL. Why was it soo quiet at Jln P. Ramlee area; last year  had more cheerleaders. Nobody wan this year? Singapore - damn hebat with their cheerleaders.
4. Cheaper to run in KL, soooooooooo much cheaper y'all!
5. I did not cry to the finish line in KL. I was all smiles this time.

All's still well at 36km mark. Pain is there, but bearable.

I can't believe I beat my previous marathon time by more than an hour. Must be the secret training.

What's the real difference in this 2nd marathon? Fong and I strategised to stop at every water station, to walk 100 m, before starting again. We did that and completed the race <6:00 hours mark: in 5hr47min. All because we wanted to get the finisher's tee, really! Have to thank Fong for being was a good motivator <3 <3. Unexpectedly, there was zero pain at 30km mark this time! (maybe just tired).

**Joke of the year:

My mum thought I won 2nd place in the full marathon for having a silver finisher's medal. 

The Laughing Disease

I've known Russell Peters from my younger brother 4 years back when he showed me through YouTube several gigs Russell put on. His quote "Be a Man, do the right thing", "Somebody's gonna hurt real bad", etc..and his unrelentless gigs on race, religion, and sex. Mind you, topics like sex, religion, and politics can never escape from LOLs. Naturally (and unsuprisingly), these topics provide us the best LOLs!! 

Just to let you know, I have been a big fan of stand-up comedy for a very long time. It started with my first ever meeting with drag queen Kumar when he/she performed at a bash in the outdoor Auditorium at NUS. That was way back in Year 2002! I remembered good friends Jonie and Kingy were all laughing our brains out of Kumar's "disturbing" jokes and some topics we can relate to - Malaysian political scene, Malaysia vs. Singapore jokes, etc. At that time, I thought if there were people such as Kumar in my country, he/she will be thrown into Kamunting jail. Suprisingly (at that time), Malaysia has had its own comedy scene, but was unpublicised and only has a hands-full of regular fans.  Anyway, Malaysia's comedy scene has progressed much since. Malaysians has learnt fast in accepting and LOL at vulgarities, sexual-related jokes and jokes on own political jokers i.e. ministers, government culture, because in comedy - you can never escape from these topics. The more 'controversial' the joke, the funnier it is! Many Malaysians are very mature and not sensitive with these racial jokes; it is our fear of the ISA that repels us from confronting the realities and our cultural differences. All the races has embraced our differences - be it Malay, Chinese, Indian, etc. and laughing at each other's cultural/racial differences (err...I've seen many bumis in Zouk laughing their brains out on Comedy Thursday). It has never happened before, but I supposed some fanatics, fundamentalist may be unhappy - I dare not comment further.

I have attended quite many stand up comedy night just for fun! In fact, I have lost count: Comedy Night Thursday (at Velvet, Zouk) allows for new upcoming and first-timers an avenue perform, mixed with seasoned comedians such as the MACC trios. Here is one of the crazy ones from year 2010 which I blogged about:  http://cchivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/comedy-night-thursday-7-jan-2010.html; http://cchivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/couple-of-subscribers-to-my-blog-have.html


I twice paid for Kings and Queens of Comedy (2010 and 2011), which in 2010, the presenter was my first love: Kumar!

I got myself the most expensive tickets to Russell Peters - for two - and the show was expectedly LMAO ROFTL. We came back with a medical condition known as "cheekbone-pain" which is one of those disease you love to have. I thought maybe I have higher cheekbones after LMAO at Russell Peter's, no?

No photos were allowed, not even chamwhoring is allowed. Damn strict. But we escaped with some:

Manyak mahai!

Jeez, why do I look like Mrs. Hulk here?

Kena marah by sercurity after chamwhoring. Chamwhore pun tak boleh?!?!

I had a hard time getting the tickets online. Initially, it was a one-night show, then it became two-nights. All because complaints were made because the media or Datuk-Datuk, orVIP VIP bought 500 seats(I guess) even before the online tickets were opened for sale (9.00am). 'Outsiders' like me when we get into the website at 9.00am sharp, already more than 70% of the seats were taken already (impossible!!). Appalled by such stunt, I guess the organizers extended it to two days for unhappy 'outsiders' like us who are unable to obtain tix directly online/walk-ins. Anyways, with some credit card transaction problems and what not, I managed to obtain my tics. But already, I wasn't happy with the whole hassle of getting it.

Nevertheless, the show was awesome and realised my 'disease' was contagiously dangerous (read: Fong). The disease which I did not seek treatment since 2002.

My many Firsts

There are many firsts in Sarawak.

1. First time travelling all alone just for work. 
Usually I am with my entourage of make up artist ....and....creative designer......Okay, Okay, usually whilst work-travelling, I am with at least a colleague who would give me much comfort in a foreign land. But this time it's entirely different. Pretty much given the freedom to independently run my 'show'.

Just to let everyone know (and am proud of it), my room+apartment suite in Miri is bigger than my own Puchong apartment!!! SUPER huge! What a waste staying alone. Next trip, I will be bringing my own "entourage". Mum??

2. First time supervising a huge project on my own.
All I had to do was to courage-up and do what MAN does at sea. When I said MAN, it's a 99.9% MAN's world out there. I am probably the only lady on board every day, and man after man comes by to tease you. It's a pleasant kinda 'tease': saying how small or cute I am in big construction boots, if I need a place to rest, they offer me theirs; many offered to bring my bags, etc...When you're in a man's world, a lady is the luckiest babe in the world!

I am the Queen of the World!

But not quite a queen yet...

...because the job is not easy and it's literally dirty. Of course I get to 'cheat' a little in my job and 'bluff' tired, and MAN will come help me. But naturally, I did everything I was supposed to do myself, all by myself. I need to learn too how to do things hands on and do not like to be identified as a pure laboratory geek. But no doubt it's a harsh, harsh, harsh environment out there and I ain't kidding. The job requires both brains and brawn. More of the latter:

i. It's hot and sunny and humid out at sea.

ii. I am in coveralls, which makes me sweat like a pig.

iii. The sea may not be as calm as you think. Sometimes, the boat rocks really hard and you go nausea. Thank God I have some boat diving experiences, in which my body is quite accustomed to.

iv. The job is about oil crude that comes splashing out from some well-head. Soooo oilly!! My face, my hands, my neck...sooo oilllyyyyy!!! I spot new pimples on my face daily.

v. And you always ask: "What smell is that?" 

vi. "You mean I just pee/poop through this HOLE and you can see my sh*t and poop falling into the sea?! 'Nice'" I'd rather kap-see some times.

My gloves. Sooo oilyyy!! *gellliii*

I am barred from revealing this but can't help it: We were bored to death, so we went fishing and had a great catch. A convenient hobby heh? (This photo is not photoshopped)

3. First time going offshore platforms...and what more, 2 weeks!
I am a lady who works in a laboratory all the time and heard of the 'wonders' of how oil is being drilled and produced offshore, but I was petrified when I got here. It's harsh. One of the harshest conditions I've ever been (besides Bangkok's Chatuchak market :P). Nevertheless, the view is picture perfect and I've got this few shots with my new Canon. Of course, the next time I wanna go with a helicopter. It should be way better and faster than a boat.

Going offshore takes a toll on your body. The environment is harsh, plus the daily boat trips that you make (waking up at 4.30am and only get home by 9:00pm) gets you so tired, you just wanna sleep the night off. If  this is someone's life, I do not want to be that 'someone'. It's not even life. I'm going to use this as a one (or two) off experience.

I should request for a heli ride next time. Faster, but is it safer(?)

  

At night, the lights are extraordinarily brilliant: I am like "WOOOOOaaaaAAHHH" again.

By the time I arrive at the Wharf, it's already sun set. 

4. First time tasting the recommended Kolo Mee.
Nothing to shout about; nothing special. Plain whitish noodle with soya sauce. So, that's all for my food review. The End.

5. And of course, First time setting foot in the massive state of Sarawak.
Let's just say I've been to EVERY state in the whole of Malaysia (yes, even Perlis when I was working for BERNAS to check on some paddy fields and neighbour Brunei for a short stay), but never before til now that I've stepped foot in the vast state of Sarawak. I thought I may visit Kuching for my first trip to Sarawak, but turned out to be Miri instead. Gladly, many claimed Miri is more 'happening' as it has more entertainment value (hush hush: karaoke, china-dolls, pubs, disco, seafood, etc.) in comparison to Kuching.

If you want to make a comparison, I should say Miri is like Kuantan. But unlike our Pahang sister, Miri started off from nothing to a rich, buzzling city because of...yup, you've guessed it: oil. The Grand Old Lady was where the first oil was produced, and though it's no longer producing and being made a museum, the city and population is still sustained by the industry. Hotels are mostly made up of oil&gas staff working here, while the outskirts have fishermen, boat-makers, boats for rent, etc...Tourism is a thriving industry here. As I've mentioned before, the vast "entertainment value" and freedom it offers attracts people from nearby Brunei and other quieter cities (e.g. Bintulu) especially in the weekends.

I will be back to Miri for sure to follow up on the project. Then it will be a different blogpost the next round as it will include more reviews of Sarawak food which would interest more readers, I guess. Nearby Niah Caves and Taman Negara shall be my next destination too if I were to return, which sadly did not fit into my tight itinerary during this trip.

Ivy-out!

The Lazy Diver

Diving is one of those things that tempt me like crazy. My sheer stubbornness to go diving betrays my own need for a moderate lifestyle. But why do I need to change my exciting life (wow!) to a so-called "moderate life" (blehh!), when I can de-stress, relax, and build relationship with my colleagues and bosses in a dainty secluded island, right? (ok, not what you think). Sometimes I bitch-slap myself to ask if I really need to go for a dive trip cause diving is a very expensive sport (and dangerous), but I tell myself that if I keep thinking about this I will NEVER go for one. So believe it, I went for Lang Tengah w/o much deliberation and hey...did not regret it. :)

We started our journey approx. 10.30 pm from Karak in a convoy of 4 vehicles. I get the to sit the super-cool Pajero, built for invading jungle trails which belongs to an ex-colleague. This ex-colleague is now doing full time leisure-, teaching- and commercial diving. Yup, the guy with the white hoodie printed 'DIVE', that's him. He's also into 4WD challenges, which make him one of the most adventurous guy and well-prepared-for-any-dive-trip I've ever met.

Luggage bag is a no-no in dive trips - cause it doesn't make you look like a diver, and I am like "WTF!?"

From Maran jetty, we took the ferry to Redang-Lang resort. Once we had lunch, the evening itself, I went for a shore dive. After the dive, I relaxed upon the beautiful sunset and have short chat with my colleagues. Reading a book (Girl Who Played with Fire series), I gazed far toward the horizon, to catch blinks blinks of ray seeping into the sea (hehe, I suck at descriptive essays) :P

Silhouette of the resort during the height of the afternoon sun, surrounded by crystal-clear water

Cute garden display with encouraging words.

Now, this IS very 'encouraging'!

A tame bamboo shark hiding from us.

Preparing for one of our dives

 I did 7 dives in total for this trip. There's nothing to shout about in all dives - no weird creatures, did not spot any turtles. Maybe because I've seen sooo many odd creatures in my previous dives in Bali, Indonesia (manta rays, pipe fishes, cleaner shrimp and lobsters) and Perhentian (turtles, nudi branches, etc.) that the sea creatures in Lang Tengah look quite hmmphh 'normal'. Not that I am complaining, but I think I've seen way too many Nemos and their anemones, even trigger fishes to say that Lang Tengah is different.

Actually, it's not what you see in those dive spots which makes you go crazy-happy, but the relaxation and the sense of belonging and mindfulness in this earth - our planet which is under-explored, mysterious and awesome! I applaud James Cameron and his submarine (and his desire to explore and learn) going down to the deepest trench in this earth - The Mariana Trench. As a scientist myself, I love to understand and document some rare species, but that might come after I makan-gaji more first and 'collect' enough money to feed my curiosity, :P (well, let's see....I am not earning like a hollywood superstar)

After one of our dives.

Air hostess pose. Everyone hates my luggage bag, as it doesn't epitomize a diver. WTF

There's no future dive trips being planned yet. But each time you return from one, you hope for the next. Addiction. Thank God money (and time) is the limiting factor, if not, I might go for one every 6 months. :P Well, fingers crossed, I thought of going for a dive trip to Thailand...and maybe log in 2-3 dives with Fong, can? can?

Fishes all lari because LAZY DIVER sitting and taking up lots of seabed space.

JOM! Be a lazy diver....asyik nak relax je...