I really love diving. Granted that I've only ever been twice, the second being the shark tank of the Underwater World, but I really do love the salty tang of the sea, the peace of hearing nothing but bubbles, the beautiful danger of the fishes and other sea creatures around, and the wonderful bbq lunches that always awaited us after each dive.
We saw two turtles and some really, really huge fish, which was very exciting when they're swimming RIGHT BESIDE YOUR EAR. One of my newly-made friends got attacked by a triggerfish, an extremely territorial fish whose body is made of 70% bone, which means that if it bites you, it BITES you with very bad injuries. His plastic mask got a chunk bitten off (this is HARD PLASTIC, folks), and he sustained a cut on his forehead. He was very apologetic about it to his teammates because it meant that their dive was only 7 minutes long, which was a big shame because most dives are 45 minutes or longer, depending on air supply and sea conditions.
There's so much danger in the sport - it's not for the faint-hearted, that's for sure. You have to be very comfortable in the water, and not prone to panicking, because if there's anything that's the most dangerous thing in diving, it's panicking and losing your head.
The next most dangerous thing is - strangely enough - holding your breath underwater and panicking. What tends to happen to newbies who panic is that they automatically hold their breath, then ascend to the surface. If you're too deep down (perhaps 30m under?), and you ascend like that, your lungs might explode from the air expanding. I've always been suckky at physics, but after I understood water pressure and how much water there was once you get just 10m underwater, the gravity of the diving situation really hit me, and I became even more cautious than I was already being.
But that being said, the underwater world is a wonderful, wonderful place. I defied my parents to go (a very big thing in Asian society), but it was worth it. My mom was decidedly not pleased; she said it was too dangerous, and not very ladylike to do such active stuff, and what did I mean by coming home with tanlines showing that I was wearing a bikini, shame on me!
I'm going again in December, this time to Indonesia I think. A pal wants to go to a spa there, but like any good pal, knows that it's not my scene, and sourced a resort with both spa and dive facilities. I can't wait!
Exams in a couple of weeks' time. Nervous. Term papers and presentations due on Wednesday. Very nervous.
Turns out that my thesis supervisor, the one who unceremoniously kicked me out of the university by terminiating my candidacy without even so much as a by-your-leave, had attempted to kiss/seduce my friend, who's an underage overseas student from India after inviting her to his university lodging.
I heard it on hearsay, so waited until I could confirm this story with her in person, which I did last Wednesday. I cannot believe that he's truly scum - and that the Dean of the university knows, and that my supervisor is still teaching.
I'm very disappointed in this whole system.
(Godfather fans will get the title of this post.)
I'm bushwhacked after today's touristy outing to the Underwater World: I treated myself to their Dive with the Sharks programme, and went diving in their tanks. It cost $95, and is worth every cent.
There are other programmes too, like Marine Discovery, Dive with the Dugong, and Swim with the Dolphins
- but really, why waste time with the other creatures when you can say hi to SHARKS?
I got a t-shirt from the programme...
And a mug from the dive guide, who gave it to me when he knew it was my birthday!
More when I'm more coherent, and when my underwater pictures develop.
This is a completely wanky and self-centred post. But I don't care!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! :)
I think the question on everyone's lips is - what the heck happened with Zidane and Materazzi?! What did Materazzi say to Zidane that made him react like that?
I've also not watched a match where the medics were kept so busy - from the first injury to Henry, to Zidane, to all the other small little fakes - those men with their wonder sprays and little packs of (hot? cold?) were kept on their feet.
The match was rather ho-hum, in my uneducated opinion. Perhaps it was because I didn't really favour either team (I was supporting France just because I had to pick a side), but the action seemed a little washed out. Both sides were playing relatively dirty, with the first injury to Henry within 5 minutes. Lots and lots of fouls. Soccernet stats, whom Stan says not to bother with, state that ball possession was Italy's 51% to France's 49%, but (for the first half at least), Italy was just everywhere; they were just grabbing the ball and gunning for it. France took over in the 2nd half, but a second goal from either side was not forthcoming.
It finally fell to extra-time, which killed everybody with the running, and then to penalties, where Zidane was most sorely missed as
Trezeguet struck the posts on that crucial penalty. And then the blue shirts started dancing around and climbing on each other, and cutting Camoranesi's hair.
And now, it's over. It's time to return to our regular sleeping patterns, and tomorrow, find out who has transferred to where for how many gajillion dollars.
What an amazing match. I initially switched on the telly to just watch amazing soccer, but as the match went on, I found myself rooting for Germany for some reason. Could have been because their coach amused me (and he's pretty easy on the eye as well.)
The pace! The amazing pace! Did you see those one-touch passes? Those passes that Singapore never manages to string together? Gorgeous, beautiful teamwork there.
The footwork, the dancing! Did you see the tango that these men weave as they tiptoe their way through a sea of sweaty soccer players? Beautiful, wondrous ballet.
The saves, the saves, THE SAVES. Did you not see that save by the Italian GK as he almost casually flicked that blistering attempt by [enter player name here]? The slow-motion replays caught it, and his hands were fast, even in slow-mo! The SAVES. Wow.
And oh, the tears. 119th minute, and 120th minute - what could be more devastating than that? Two minutes away from what would have been a shoo-in for Germany to the World Cup finals, and there it was, *checks names* Grosso and del Piero (sub 104') slam them in successively in two minutes. Germany pushed in that one minute, but as I was texting a friend, , the Italians seemed to want it more.
I'm very happy for Italy, because they really, really worked very, very hard to get there, and I think that their goals were hard-earned and well-bought. But oh, my heart breaks for the Germans - you could see the stadium, the fans, the players... the shock and disbelief on their faces.
Could we have another upset tomorrow night, and wind up with a strange Italy-Portugal final? It's another sleepless night tomorrow as we all find out together.
Blasted Brazil. *sulks*
Let's see if the white shirts can add another star onto their jersey.
Hey, whatever happened to constantine
STICK AROUND AND FACE THE MUSIC!
I am doing alright. Life is quite suckky right now, but I'm keeping; doing volunteer work with Habitat for Humanity, as well as World Vision. I've been busy preparing for the 30 hour famine, Under No Roof camp 2006 here, which hosted about 600 youth, helping to raise awareness about disaster planning, about crisis relief and about poverty and hunger in the world.
It's been heart-warming and touching, and my feet ache from filming all day (I do amateur videography for non-profits), and so now have to wade through approximately 3 hours of video footage that I've shot. I hope they're good enough for the corporate video I've promised them... *gulp*
Thank you so much for your love... I really do feel your love from across the oceans... My mother has not been very understanding about this, and has been quite a steamroller over my emotions now, so please do keep me in prayer in this, that my spirits will keep buoyant and light, and that I will not worry about anything because some things are just up to God, and are not in my hands.
God is sovereign, and justice shall prevail! :) *waves red flag*
Diving is amazingly addictive. It's only my first dive, but the underwater world is truly a work of beauty. The sea has always been a siren to me, and this trip is no different.
Pulau Dayang, Malaysia
I'm back from diving, but am leaving the country again tmrw for the bi-annual (erm, every two years?) church camp, so hola, and ciao!
If you use tampons, I ( kinda need your help with a question...Collapse )
This probably falls into the category of TMI, but very few of my girlfriends use tampons (still relatively taboo in my society), and those who do are new users as well.
(Actually, I should take a picture of my local supermarket shelf just to show you how few varieties of tampons we have.)
This is probably venturing into the TMI region of discussion topics, but I really do need to know about this. I'm going diving this and next weekend, hence the venture into different waters.
But then again, if natertatersmom
could ask about buttseks and modestyrabnott
could ask about things that go brrrrrrrr in the night, a health-related issue can't be that bad, can it?
So one of the heads of departments today called me in, and it's final, I've lost my scholarship because I've been such a layabout these past couple of months. I can't say that it's totally unexpected, but it's just... a horrible experience all the same.( don"t bother, I just really need to rant somewhere...Collapse )
1 May 2006
"Star Wars" POD Fan Fiction Flap( A copyright-infringing "fan fiction" novel set in the world of Star Wars that found its way to Amazon has created a storm in the science fiction community and led to questions about how print-on-demand books are listed on Amazon.Collapse )
Well folks, we might be seeing a crackdown in a few months, if this transgression of trust irks authors. There's a tacit understanding that fanfic is NOT to be sold for profit - and now Jareo has broken faith with not just the original franchise owners, but with the entire fanfic community as well.
Rotten apples. :\
On the recommendation of many online friends, I bought and watched The Constant Gardener. I had no idea what it was, I just watched.
And it was brilliant. The story is insanely convoluted, and yet it unwinds so poetically. The treatment of the subject matter (pharmaceutical companies testing drugs in Africa, killing people, and then covering it up) is presented, but not overblown. Shy junior English diplomat meets passionate political activist, they get married, move to Kenya. She gets killed, he suspects she's having and affair with her partner (he turns out to be gay), follows her paper trail, which leads him back to the English government. Sounds like spy-espionage-Alias? It's not. At its heart, it is a love story - and get this - it won't make you cry. (It'll just make your heart bleed.)
Ralph Fiennes is amazing, and my next trip to the video shop is to get The English Patient. I cannot understand why he didn't win anything for this movie; his performance in this movie is simply phenomenal. Maybe I should just watch all of his shows. No, warning me against The Avengers is too late - I've already seared my corneas on it.
, she who writes amazing stuff
, is really ill. Take a minute, hop by her journal
to say a prayer for her and her family.
I wish I had
what I want
what I need
what I choose
but I find myself
Most pros are good pros.
Why is my pro
A bad pro?
... or at least, famous men are.
In no particular order:
Brad Pitt, leaving Jennifer Aniston and shacking up with Angelina Jolie. Not that divorce doesn't happen, but at least be man enough to admit that (1) you had an affair, and (2) could you at least be discreet about it? (i.e. see Michael Douglas/Catherine Zeta-Jones)
And in another round of shocking indiscretion, we have Tom Cruise with Katie Holmes. Like we didn't have enough with the Brad Pitt-Gwyneth Paltrow saga, we had to have the TomKitten pregnancy (widely rumoured to be fake
). Then the scientologist pregnancy. Then the "No no, she can make noise!" when the feminist groups started hitting up
Charlton Heston for rifles. This one, I have to say, they're both
idiots. I hope the child rebels and grows up into a nice, normal Protestant. WASP, if she dares. Poor Suri
I'm sure there are others out there equally moronic (please see: Rob Schneider et al). I'm tired just thinking of these two bozos.