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Tell
you all a soon-not-to-be-secret. I just won a wager. I told someone
that i can make my birthdate appear twice in my passport when we were
drunk of course, but my mind was still clear, OF Course. That’s why i
requested to fly on my birthday for Bali. it’s almost time to collect
my prize. Mwahahahahaha……*glint glint* *wag wag*

Anyway back to the topic at hand. Just got back from my long
anticipated Bali trip. It really is what everyone says, a mystical,
happy, beautiful and most of all, really really fun and relaxing place.
How do you think i got my sunburnt tan, huh! As usual, there were a lot
of fun, joys and laughter. Fun was the diving, shopping and eating.
Joys was, we saw Manta and MOLA MOLA, laughter happens mostly
underwater and in the pool. We even witnessed the entire lunar eclipse
by the beach. This may just be something that happens once in a
lifetime.

Let’s begin at the beginning. I travelled with 4 of our boys, while
the 3 girls and 1 boy have more leave than me to spare so got there
earlier to enjoy the sights. Anyway, it was MY BIRTHDAY (Yes…
again..) when we arrived at the airport to meet the rest of the troop.
Yih May was preoccupied i think with her phone sms or calls. During
which the rest of the folks were wishing me "happy birthday! What are
you now, 15??" Awww…. they really know how to make my day… or… am
i taking this wrong. Ah well, when Yih May finally had time for me, i
went to her and said, "ehhhh wish me eh!!! Everyone wish me already,
only you haven’t…cheh…what buddy.." she was dumbfounded for a while
then gave me a hug and said.."WELCOME TO BALI!" Wat the hell!!!
hahahahha……… she really needs a good spanking. hahahahaha…

Arrived in the dead of the night, so got rested and on to the first
trip. Throughout the trip, one thing kept happening. We’re either
throwing divers overboard from the boat (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFVjI9okQeI)
-  or into the pool. Until one point, the sentence we hear the most is
"I jump myself, i jump myself! no need you to throw!" and off the
target goes. *splash* hahahahahaha……

First day of dive, already we saw shadows of mola-mola on the first and third shore dives.

But the best was our last dive. You saw why in my youtube video.
Sigh….. this are the little or big things we travel, spend money, and
precious parts of our lives for. 

A lot of funnies happened during the trip, but it will not be that
funny if it were read. Requires my "animated narration" then only you
all will laugh, so i won’t waste your time lah hor…

Anyway, check out my videos lah. Diving is the one sport, where you
expect the unexpected, and every experience is one you’ll never forget.
You are given the chance to fin like mad, and battle on against strong
currents, cold waters, heavy bulky equipment, injuries, the forces of
nature, and still laugh through it all.

As divers, you live to the fullest, at nowhere else but on the edge.

Just be safe ok.

When we were in Bali, a diver was lost, and the last we heard, she
was still not found. The water is 20 degrees in the day time, super
strong winds, and the site she was lost at, the current was very very
strong. There is no way of telling where the current would have brought
her to. We wish her all the very best, and that she survives this and
lives to tell this tale. This is like the 3rd such incident, and one of
the divers died, another diver was found only the next day. I don’t
think the body was recovered for the one suspected to have died.   

The time we were in Bali, a festival was going on. It is the time
that the Balinese will unearth the dead bodies of friends, relatives,
family, who died a number of months back, remove the bones and burn
them to dust. Not sure what happens after that. I don’t know what is
the actual term, or purpose of this ritual, i can only tell you what i
experienced. What it really feels like, is that they were celebrating
death. The Balinese involved in the procession were dressed up all in
white, the young, the old, the strong, they were carrying a lot of
colourful offerings and the 3-tiered umbrellas, and they walked the
streets with loud, traditional music. As we drove by, there were fields
filled with a stick sticking out of the groud, with a torn white cloth
stuck to the top of the stick. Like it’s a mark for something.

I was listening to Nelly’s "All good things" on the bus when we
passed by, so the epiphany i had was.. "Flames to dust, lovers to
friends, why do all good things come to an end." So that when we die we
can move on. Not that there is nothing else to live on for, but for
everything there is a place, for every important event, there is a
time. ;) 

I believe, you only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

Don’t wait for the next big wave. Ride every single one.

Check out Melvin’s blog - (http://ex-vagrant.blogs.friendster.com/exvagrant_blog/), for once he put up something really meaningful.

I know what i am, and what i am not. For sure, i’m not good loser
material. I don’t whine and hope for the best, that the light at the
end of the tunnel is salvation. People, that light might just be coming
from a oncoming, speeding train. I make my choices, followed through on
them, almost lost very badly a few times, but the battle continues, and
boy do i have good stories for my kids. Of course i will only tell them
what i did when they are like…..40. wouldn’t want them to drive me
crazy.  *glint glint* hahahahahaha…….. My parents told me and my
siblings, for all that we put them through, they definately wanna repay
us…. by living long enough to be a problem to their kids.
Hahahhaha…. don’t worry, y’all, you will never be a problem. That’s
my job!

Thanks to talia for writing this blog… me copycat… i simply like the "welcome to bali" part! so me!