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May 29 God of HarmonyMelissa brings me a souvenir. It is a traditional wood carving from one of the many tribes in and around New Caledonia.
I asked her, "Does it represent something?"
She replied, "Yes it does! It represents either fertility or harmony, I can't remember which."
I shot her a look that I reserve specially for her for these exact type of situations - which is to say, when she gives me a Melissa McGuire answer. It is a look that is part disbelief, part amusement, a bit of OMG and a lot of WTF??
She looks me back in the eye and we both giggle.
I said, "Well, I am past any fertility issues in my life, so I'm just going to say it represents Harmony."
She said, "Yah yah ... harmony!"
Later that night, after I had put Mel to bed, we were chatting and laughing in my room. Simultaneously at some point during our conversation, we both turned to look at Mr Wooden Harmony.
I glanced at her and said, "You know, everytime I look at it, I'm just going to think ...." - and we both said "Fertility!" at the same time, followed by more giggling.
God, I've missed having her around!
May 27 At The MomentI leave for Manado in 3 days, I can't wait! We've been looking forward to this trip since January - and at times it seemed as if the day would never come. Then, of course, there was all that fiasco with Air Asia and the changing of our flights - and pain-in-the-arse agents to deal with - etc, etc, etc. But things have a way of working out, so all fifteen of us are off in three days, and if that's not awesome, I don't know what is!! ALSO ... My BFF, Melissa, is back from New Caledonia for a holiday, and both Mel and I are looking forward to spending some time with her again. She was originally supposed to be here end May / early June - but she changed her plans so it wouldn't clash with my Manado trip - what a cool bestest friend! Back with more news and photos soon! xox May 24 No Holds BarredThe following is an article by Raja Petra on the arrest of his son that made the nationwide news. As a parent, I can relate to his and his wife's pain. I don't know if I will have the courage to stand for my principles like they have. I have such deep respect for them.
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NO HOLDS BARRED
Raja Petra Kamarudin
I offer no excuses. My wife, Marina, and I have five children, all now grown up. Four have made a life for themselves -- two are now married and have blessed us with four grandchildren. One, Raja Azman, left home when he was still in lower secondary school and chose to end all ties with the family. That was about 18 years ago or so. Since he left home, he has been in and out of trouble, the result of living on the streets and sleeping in the back alleys of Kuala Lumpur. Invariably, life on the streets like an urchin turned him into what he is today.
Muslims believe that heaven lies beneath the feet of one’s mother. It is therefore seldom a Muslim mother would bring herself to curse her offspring. Doing so would condemn that child for eternity. That is what Muslims believe.
My wife made it very clear to our prodigal son that he turns his back on the family and resorts to a life of crime at his own peril. It does not matter the severity of the crime. Crime is crime whatever it may be, big or small. And is it not the tendency that petty criminals eventually migrate to hardcore crimes? He therefore invites his mother’s curse if he brings shame to the family. That was my wife’s final word on the matter.
Our son was warned that if he ever got into trouble he was entirely on his own. He can’t expect the family that he has disowned to rally to his side. He has made his bed so he must now lie in it. That was our irrevocable and uncompromising stand and this was delivered in no uncertainty to our son. He would have to make the decision as to what it was going to be.
Marina and I received a phone call a couple of months ago that our son, yet again, was in trouble. It was a call from a police officer. The phone was passed to our son so that we could be assured he was in the hands of the police. Although it was a huge disappointment to both of us, it was no shock, neither a surprise. This was yet another brush with the law that our son has got himself into over more than a decade.
The purpose for the phone call became clearer after our son handed the phone back to the police officer.. They wanted to negotiate a settlement. The problem is small, we were told.. This can be settled easily enough. They know we would rather bury this problem than let it become public knowledge. We are, after all, high profile. And bad publicity such as this would not help our image.
I made it very clear there would be no negotiations. How can I agree to bribing police officers to get my son off the hook after speaking out against crime, corruption, abuse of power and cover-ups of criminal acts by those who walk in the corridors of power? Sure, maybe no one would know about it. Once I pay up, the matter will be buried so deep no one would be the wiser. But I would know. My wife would know. My family would know. And the police officers who I had bribed would know.
How can I continue speaking out against what ails this country when I am not able to walk the talk? It is so easy to talk when you have nothing to lose, except maybe your freedom. But when it comes to a member of your family, you compromise your principles and violate the very thing that you speak out against.
When I hung up the phone, I could see the pain in my wife’s heart. After all, are not the eyes the window to the heart? Which mother can abandon a child, never mind how evil that child may be. It takes a very determined woman to put principles before the welfare of the family.
We knew it was with dire consequences that we had turned down the offer to settle the matter.. We would be made to pay dearly for our stubbornness. They would make sure that we would suffer shame never before suffered by our family.
My children are devastated. The thought of our son having to spend a good part of his life in prison is only part of it. The fact that he carries the family name and that this would be held against the family was their main concern. They knew we would be made to suffer for what Raja Azman had done.
This was a predicament we would never be able to avoid. It would have been so simple to just agree to meet the police officers and pay them the money they wanted and all would have been settled. But it would have been settled only for that short moment in time. I would have to carry the knowledge that I sold out my principles and was not able to walk the talk for the rest of my life.
How can I continue doing what I am doing knowing that I am not able to practice what I preach? I would lose the moral high ground and would no longer be qualified to talk about change and about a better Malaysia. I am, after all, as corrupted as those people who walk in the corridors of power. My son may walk free. But I shall be taking his place in prison -- not a physical prison, but a prisoner of my own nagging conscience, which will haunt me till my last day on earth.
As a father, it was a most difficult choice I had to make. It was more difficult for Marina, the mother who gave birth to that son. We held each other’s hands and looked each other in the eye without speaking. Words were unnecessary. In that silence our hearts did all the talking. We knew we had to bite the bullet and face whatever lies ahead of us without wavering.
Marina and I apologise to the nation for what our son has done. As parents, Marina and I accept that responsibility.
May 20 Ole Ole BaliWe had dinner a few nights ago at Ole Ole Bali, a Balinese (duh) restaurant at Solaris Mont Kiara ...
We actually wanted to try the Croatian restaurant that appeared in the papers a few days before - but we arrived at Solaris, and there were no signboards or information counters. There was a you-are-here board up on the walls just by the escalators - but it wasn't labelled nor marked.
We walked for a bit down this row of restaurants and the ambience at this place looked good, so we stopped.
No regrets!
We had some yummy food - my pictures didn't really turn out because we sat outside and it was DARK - we had to use Shen's handphone torchlight thingamajig to read the menu. We had some Balinese grilled chicken, some grilled seafood (squid, fish, shrimp), and some grilled lamb. All the meals were served with either yellow rice or coconut rice - as well as a garlic / parsley / oil concoction and a chilli / lemon grass concoction - and a pickled salad of sorts.
It all looked something like this ...
Scrumptious indeed!
And there is a mint / lemongrass / lime juice drink that really hit the spot! I adored it.
It's a good thing the food was up to par because as we left the restaurant to walk to the carpark, we passed the Croatian restaurant, which was just - would you believe it - RIGHT NEXT DOOR to Ole Ole Bali.
The thing is, if I had been underwater, I would have FOUND the damn restaurant - by pure instinct, if nothing else.
Oh well - we had a fun evening nonetheless!
May 19 Inherited GenesMy dad is the most agonizingly stubborn person I have ever known in my life!
Sigh ...
Guess I had to get it from somewhere ...
May 16 Useful Recycled PaperMy mom is a volunteer at the Kurnia Dialysis Center - a non-profit dialysis center, which was recently granted NGO status by the government.
Private hospitals offer dialysis treatments between RM180 and RM200 per session. Patients at Kurnia pay only RM60 per session, with the rest of the amount necessary to run those machines being subsidised - by individuals pledging donations, by private sponsorship, by companies taking their corporate social responsibilty seriously.
Even then, there are patients who are barely able to make the payments. At RM60 per session, three sessions per week, that works out to RM9000 plus per year.
My mom has an elderly patient whose daughter makes baskets out of recycled paper to sell to try and raise funds to cover her mother's treatments.
Baskets without handles are sold at RM10 per basket ...
Baskets with handles are sold at RM12 each ...
They are very sturdy and very pretty. We use them to place our bread in, to put fruits, to hold eggs. We have ordered some smaller sized ones for Chinese New Year to place mandarin oranges in when we go visiting.
But there are only so many baskets we can buy and practically use.
So if you feel charitable, please let me know. Buying a basket or two will hardly put a dent in our pockets, I think. It might mean you go without your Starbucks latte this week. But you will be contributing towards helping a lady who just wants her mom to live a little bit longer.
You can't put a price on that.
Safe(r) DivingFound this article that I wrote a while back for a dive magazine .. thought I would regurgitate it here, since I seem to have so many new divers of late. I think it serves as a timely reminder to seasoned divers too. Hope it's helpful!
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Ten SAFE Diving Tips
As divers, we get to experience firsthand a world unlike any other. The ocean can be beautiful and serene, or it can be angry and challenging. Although we all have our different reasons for diving, one thing is for sure – we are passionate about this sport.
While scuba diving accidents are few and far between, there are some basic principles that all divers should know, in order that we may become more conscientious and responsible divers – as well as to keep us diving safely.
4. All divers know that they have a safe ascent rate which they should not exceed. Most divers forget about the descent. I have lost count of the number of times I have seen divers crash into the bottom on their initial descent. This is not only dangerous to the diver, it also damages the environment. Be aware of your speed of descent and proximity to the bottom. Use a descent line, if there is one. The coral you just landed on probably has a much larger impact on the underwater scheme of things than if you had speared a dozen fish.
5. If you intend to dive with a dive computer, learn how to use it. Read the manual and learn all its features and symbols. Don’t be like the diver who ascended after a dive and asked, “What does ERR on my dive computer mean?” Having said that, do not allow the dive computer to give you a false sense of security. Dive computers are a piece of technology, and like all others, it can break down. Don’t turn off your common sense when you turn your dive computer on.
6. Think about the way you fin. Most divers use the flutter kick from the hips. This often stirs up a sandy bottom, affecting the visibility and obscuring the view for other divers. Try the frog kick. This is an effective flip-back kick that slows you down (so you see more) and allows you to save energy (thereby minimizing your air consumption rate).
7. We always hear divers talk of physical fitness. However, we also need to consider psychological fitness, which is just as important. This involves learning how to break the cycle of panic caused by anxiety due to a difficult situation. If you can Stop, Breathe, Think and Act in any given situation, you will be better able to help yourself and your buddy.
Remember … your safety is your top priority when it comes to diving, and only you can make the decisions for a conscientious and responsible dive profile. Happy safe diving!
May 14 Something To Look Forward ToI have just confirmed this fact ... Doreen and I are INSANE. Of unsound mind. Deranged. Demented. Barmy. Bonkers. Loony. Stark raving mad. Screwy. Bananas. Crackers. Absurd. Ridiculous. Presposterous. Non compos mentis.
In the space of two days, we have booked - and then encouraged others to book - air tickets to both Tawau AND Phuket. What's crazy about that, you ask? Well, the dates. We have booked tickets for the year 2010. I'm a free spirit. I never plan so far ahead. Ever.
But it was kinda fun and it gave me an adrenalin rush like you would not believe.
We ding-dong-ed about it on MSN - should we, shouldn't we - made excuses for both booking AND not booking the tickets. It's so far away, who knows what we'll be doing then. But it's zero fare, and it's so cheap. And both times, we ended with a spontaneous, impulsive what the hell, just book lah !!
So there you go. Sometimes it takes me longer to decide what to eat for lunch than it did for me to book the air tickets.
Assuming nothing drastic happens between now and then, we will be diving Similans on the luxurious MV Pawara in January for some mantas and whale shark(s) - and Pompong island in February.
How's THAT for advanced planning??
May 13 ChoicesIf you have a job that you love - but that you know is not gonna make you rich. You make enough to pay your bills - even eat out occasionally - but your income is not a fixed monthly figure and you never know when you will have to dip into your savings to make ends meet for a particular month. Yet, you are not one of those who moan and groan when you wake up in the mornings and have to face another day at the office, doing things you don't enjoy, with people you don't particularly like - because you really are passionate for what you do, and you really do relish and take pleasure in your profession.
What if then you get a job offer offering you two and a half times what you earn in a good month - per month - fixed amount. You know you have the skills necessary to get the job done - but then you lack the enthusiasm and zeal for the job scope.
If it were you, in which direction would the scales tip?
May 10 Seven New DiversWe're back from Tioman with seven new divers ... what an accomplishment! For the instructor, not the students, haha.
The weather was brilliant - the water temperature was warm enough that we didn't even need to don our wetsuits - the viz was reasonable on some dives, good on others - the divers were comfortable in the water sans one - and to me, it was a pretty successful trip overall.
Aaron took some pictures of the students in action, so for once, there are some underwater pics of me ... not very flattering ones, which is why I always prefer to be behind the camera as opposed to being a subject.
So there were some of them quite comfortable doing the skill which required them to remove and replace their mask ...
And some who were slightly less comfortable ...
And some who had near perfect hovering positions ...
Some slightly less than perfect ...
And some who looked just plain odd (!) but who managed to hover anyways ...
And some who had perfected the art of communication underwater ...
What a happy group!
May 04 Adios!Am leaving for Tioman on Wednesday ... yay! More diving! With a whole bunch of open water students, no doubt, but will be fun anyway ... at least it gets me out of KL city.
Back with photos on Saturday!
xox
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