Ever stared a person in the face and knew he/she had totally no clue what his/her life is all about?
My eyes hop from face to face each time I board the train. Try it.
Just outta the slumps and a craving for red balls.
Irony, is life's way of getting back at us. When we are still studying we hate it. Others tell us to cherish it, but we would rather pee on ourselves.
Then we are suddenly thrown into the oh so cruel world and we realise, we are too scared or lazy or what ever excuse you can come up with, to get a job. Now we suffer in agony searching for solutions to our tormenting nothing-to-do period.
Then again, we dread the final day that the letter finally arrives.
Then you spend more time with your loved ones. And you remember those whom are having lunch by themselves.
You realise that you have an excellent life. But you wouldnt give a damnn would you? Till the day you stand on top of the world, then will you be content wont you?
I see the light, I see the light, the big brown light..
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 9:07:00 AM
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Sun, Sand, Saltwater, Ski.
Tried out something new today, Cable Ski-ing. Simply put, its wakeboarding minus the boat. Cables drag you round the compound filled with water.
You guys remember when we were walking to bedok jetty for taman and we saw this huge pond looking construction?
Yea, thats the place.
It was pretty pricey in my opinion. I got the 2hour package for $45. check out the webby for other rates.
There are a number of different boards you can choose to try out. Normally, you start with the kneeboards, then the double ski and move on to more challenging stuff.
I had a tough time getting a hang of the kneeboard. Then i got bored of going round on my knees. I tried the double ski and hit the water so hard It hurt. wahaha
Okay, it started to rain and we had an hour left. I have an hour left to return on a weekday before april 21st.
Anyone? haha
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 5:48:00 PM
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Monday, March 20, 2006
The boatman's story.
The ride to Pulau Hantu was a drag. The bump boat we were on seemed to be bellowing out more exhaust than power to drive the propellers.
Whilst choking on the toxicating fumes, the boatman started telling us about the land reclamation plans to join all the surrounding islands to the mainland.
Finally, with the boat anchored and fresh air to breathe, we took turns to suit up. It took us a pretty long time to get into the water and I started yakking to the boatman.
I asked, "Uncle how long have you been a boatman?"
He lit a cigarette and brought it between his wrinkled, dried lips. A deep breathe and the tip of the cigarette glowed a brillant red.
"Since sixteen. I'm sixty five now."
In unision, "whoa."
We then talked about the bumpboat's selling price. Apparently, it wasnt worth anything. He goes on to tell us how fragile life is, quoting a friend that passed away without warning.
There wasn't a TV or radio on board. It made me wonder how he could be content with such a simple life. But I wouldnt know, would I?
He recollects his childhood days when he swam in the sea, ever so often and swears by the curing powers of salt water. Being the essential element for a healthy life.
Kicking off his slippers, he lay on his back peering out across the sea, deep in thought. Flicks the cigarette bud away and grabs another. The crackling of the cigarette rings in my ears while I descend under the boat.
Photos from the diving trip, labrador park, pulau hantu.HERE.