Saturday, April 4, 2015

Slice of Life #32: Equipment Good, Excellent, and Downright Useless (My Tioman Log)

Day 2: Tuesday, and 2 things to do. Shopping, and packing. We leave tomorrow (Wednesday), take a cab to the "bus airport" (airport because it's HUGE), a 5 hour bus ride to Mersing Port, and a 2 hour ferry to (finally) Tioman. We will leave at 8AM, and arrive at 8PM. Long journey, but it's worth it!

First up is shopping. I need to go to the Rainbow Runner dive shop and buy booties for my fins, and either a jacket or a Farmer John's. We stepped into the air-conditioned shop, glad to be away from our panicking cab driver who had lost his wallet! So I grabbed a size 8 for the booties, and tried the jacket, which I adored, but mom wanted me to try on the Farmer John's which made me look like I was carrying 200 more pounds then my current 92 pounds, which the jacket really complimented. The jacket it was, and now for the packing...

Our maid forgot to cook dinner, and we had to wait another 45 minutes. In that time, I was allowed to either do my homework, or play video games. I was sweating through the very difficult choice, which I regret now, as it is Sunday today and I have approximately 6 hours or more of homework (I am so sorry Mrs. Narsiman, but there was no internet on the island!) So we packed up, and went to bed at 12. Not a good start, considering we leave tomorrow at 5AM. Stay posted for Wednesday, and I appreciate the compliments:)

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Slice of Life #31: Another Tioman Trip (My Tioman Log)

People keep asking me what it's like to dive in the crystal clear waters of the deep, with a million pound scuba tank, a BCD that makes me look fat, and a mask, squeezing my upper lip into the regulator, making me look even more ridiculous. I am here to tell you that I don't care how I look, as long as I am happy. I am here to tell you that I love her. The sea, that holds all the beauty that all you kids seek. the beauty. It's not about the looks, it's bout the feel. The only time you're really in trouble is when you run out of air, WITHOUT a dive buddy, which, if you ever go diving is very unlikely to happen. I love her, and I long to see her again.

A couple of days ago, my dad suggested that since it's spring break, and "diving season," we go to Tioman! This is the place where I experienced a different sea from the murky, black, and terrifying depths. This is the place where I took my diving certification, and we're going there (SPOILER ALERT(!): I am about to take the 2 hour ferry to the island itself, and I start diving tomorrow.) I'll keep posted on the next couple of days.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Slice of Life #30: Colours (Just Write)

What is your favourite colour? Blue? Red? Green? What if I told you that the colour itself doesn't matter? The world should ask more questions like what does it make you feel, and what does it inspire you to do that you love. The colour itself makes that person love it so much because it could remind you something completely different. The joy that people find in this time zone is the mystery. Why not compare? Bathe in each other's colours; their feelings. Have empathy. When I see someone sad, I ask them what their favourite colour is. They tell me, and I close my eyes. I step into a pool of their colour in an oobleck-like texture, but I don't walk on it, I stand there and sink. Then I think what in that colour has that person left in that is happy. Happy that the person left inside the depths of the colour that makes them happy. I open my eyes and give it to them...

Slice of Life #29: Life Lessons

Life Lessons

Just one more life,
Just one more, to be told.
None in life are light,
So we must be bold.

Fly up into the stars one night,
Then crash down into reality the next.

Live, die, and be born.
Live, die, and be judged again.
After the last star passes from sight,
In the last good fight we’ll ever have known.

Was it true, oh Life?
Were we up in the stars?
Well, one thing is certain:

The last good fight is when we climbed back up,
out of the Dark Lands of Reality
to experience that night of redemption once again.

Was it God?
Was it a fantasy?
Was it all a lie?


It was life all along.

Slice of Life #28: A Prayer for the 21st Century (My John Marsden Imitation)

A Prayer
for the
21st Century
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May the dagger stay in the sheath,
And the assassin gain humility.
May the living remember the slain,
And the killer remember that day.
May the lost always be found,
Not killed, or worse bound.
May those not in labor do others a favor,
and ensure that the whip is blocked

May the road lead where it promised,
Not to the bottom of the sea.
May the survivors always be saved,
And the naughty sailors always behave.
May the vast ships out there sail strong,
And the passengers know it is done.
May travelers stay bold and live to grow old,
Even when their plane is knocked out cold.

As the factories burn all within reach
May nature cease to be breached.
May the timber find a safe path to slip,
The wicked claws of man.
May the rivers send dams crashing down,
And vast continents never drown.
May the choppers look at the trees that used to glow,
And watch the green saplings live and grow.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Slice of Life #27: Ode to Freedom (Poems and Resilience)

I, oh I,
Could not be more thankful.
For the many fun things to do,
And all my education that's so helpful.

When the kneeling beggars will,
One day rise by will,
I will always regret my mistakes,
So I may fulfil my forgivenisses fill.

 When all the black,
The beggars,
And the laboured children rise,
I will not dare resist,

For I am oh so thankful,
For all my great luck.
And I would with uttermost pleasure,
Let them charge to freedom.

Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
William Wallace's last words.
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
To the people of the world and more.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Slice of Life #26: True Friends (Inspirational People)

True Friends do not simply,
Run around and joke.
True Friends are however,
Your council and support.

True Friends are those,
Who you can spend time with.
Who you can look up to,
And who can look up to you.

True Friends are always there,
Hiding behind the mast.
Of the Boat of Friends, 
drifting in the Lake of Feelings.

You throw stones in the lake, 
Not knowing,
 The depth,
 Of which they go.