Lost Soul (melancholic journey part II)

I'been thinking about the topic for quite sometimes. Thru the course of my journey i met lots of lost soul. So lost they dont even know how to stop. Nothing can put them to halt. They mundane thru their life ignorance of the purpose. Some come a bad root, few come from good one. I laugh with them. Meaningless laugh. I pity them. I thank God I am not one of them. But I wonder why they are lost? It always break my heart seeing these people. Beautiful, smart and energatic individual. I pray to God and I pray very hard to bless these lost soul with direction. Amin.

Shocking News!!

Its the news of the century. Shocking than Obama's. Some says shocking than the Baghdad air strike. Dato' A was appointed as the head tennis coach for the children of dato's dato's. Dato' A's flamboyant, stunning, no-nonsene and excellent reputation has give other international coaches a run for their money. Video clip by paparazzi below showed Dato' A grooming future Nadal and Sharapova or maybe Federer and Mirza? Other coaches around the world has make a study on dato' s approach base on the video clip. One of their findings is a technique called "papa...papa...dia pijok cicok..". They have no clues what that means. But they insist to and will find it out. One of them quoted "In next 10 years players from Malaysia will emerged. We in Europe and US need to buckle up or else we will be doomed." Dato' has sent the message around the world. The world acknowledged. Bravo.

Tioman Island

We went to Pulau Tioman for a retreat. It was a spontaneous decision. There was no proper planning . We love it that way. The element of surprise keeps our adrenaline pumping faster. Of coz Dato A tagged along. He is the master of ceremony. A great man. Dato' B? We always miss him.

We stayed at berjaya tioman resort. Oh yeah....it's the place for the affluent, the rich and the famous. Oh yeah we stayed there and we pretended to be the affluent, the rich and the famous. And we pretended well.

I am sorry about the picture arrangement. I tried many times to make proper and coherent yet failed. I guess the software guy has some grudge against me. ha ha.

Snorkeling. My first snorkeling experience was 18yrs ago in Pulau perhentian. I was perplexed, stunned and awe with the beauty of the coral. I snorkeled alone and kept floated with small rubber tube ( i cant swim) for many hours. I cant smell any danger. I was gutless back then.

Five years ago, i went to pulau tioman and redang. I notice i started to develop fear of the open sea. Coral and fish seems a bit scare me. Flashing of scary creature starts to creep in my mind while my head beneath the water surface. Heart pumping faster. Bad adrenaline run scattered. Not a good feeling.

This recent trip to pulau tioman, my fear getting stronger. I jump from the boat to the open sea and snorkel. But, not far from the boat. My wife went farther. Shut up dato' A! You are also no good 85KG muscle man. Snorkel not even 1inch farther than me.

The kid were terrified for the first one hour. Not wanting to get into the open sea. We try to convince them they should (possibly our muka also look a bit cemas). Well, after one hour the kids got their courage. They had a fantastic time.

Our next stop is Pulau Perhentian. Hope Dato'B will be with us.