It gets hard sometimes. It makes you feel like you have the need of running away. Running away from something that you thought was right, but it appears to be not now. It wears you out.
And then you go to bed, trying real hard not to think about it. You wake up the next morning, with the sun shining at you, thinking, it shall be better. It always is gonna be better if one does something about it.
So yea.
*silent sigh*
August has been a load of madness and happiness. Lots of traveling, crazy activities and constant thinking (but of course). Met some really nice people (and some not so nice – blah). In a nutshell;
Hoping for a good September. 
*teehee*
Rubik’s Cube, the cube that was given to us by our dearest mother when we were really young. Probably a good 20 years ago. It got lost somewhere among our pile of toys after we moved. The cube never got solved by anyone in the family. No one.
I saw Rubik’s at Toys R Us earlier today (thanks to Han 
). Seeing the cube brings back memories of me trying real hard to solve the puzzle. I bought one, attempting to shuffle the puzzle and solve it for good this time.
I had someone shuffled the cube for me at approximately 6.30pm. It is now 11.05pm and I couldn’t even get past the first part, even after reading the hints that came with the purchase of the Rubik’s Cube.
After so long, I’m still this dumb.
Argh!
I am very determined to solve the puzzle.
*twist, turn, think, look, twist*
Okie. Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow. Curse you, crazy cube.
The last time I ever logged anything in this book was back in July 2007 at Pulau Perhentian. Upon completion of my AOW, I didn’t make an effort to dive — at all. For 3 years, this log book was stashed away somewhere beneath the pile of books in my house until a week ago. I was determined to make at least one dive during my stay at Pulau Redang.
I must admit I forget what’s it like to dive. I forget why I love diving so much. After so long, the memories and feelings I have for my dive activities are starting to fade away. But as my body hit the water and we start our descend, those memories and feelings came gushing back in a flash, clearer than ever. I now remember why I absolutely love to dive.
I was told that diving in Pulau Redang isn’t all that great. There are less species of underwater creature to see as compared to places like Pulau Tioman or Pulau Perhentian. Nonetheless, I was contented to be able to see sea turtle getting its breakfast on both dives. I think it’s the Hawkbill Turtle. Lovely. Nudibranchs were everywhere. I must have been blind all these while. After so many dives, I’ve never spotted a nudibranchs before. Call me stupid, but it’s true. There was a blue spotted ray, a gigantic pufferfish, a shrimp and a lion fish hiding behind some rocks. Oh, and not forgetting an eel. Moray eel I presume. Other fishes seen during the dives include trevelies, parrot fishes, anemone fishes and some other species unknown to me.
Overall, I am happy with the dive; I manage to control my buoyancy and I can equalize my ears well and I get to see sea turtles, my all time favorite sea creature. If only I have the partner to dive with.
Life has been good on the beach. I’ve gotten a little too tan, but it has been good. And I am gonna be more determined about making more dive trips.
p/s: Photos to be uploaded in flickr soon. Uploaded some other photos though. Enjoy!
Bad situations that are repeated too many a time can suck the soul out of a person. For me at least. Perhaps there will come a day where all these negativities will just go away. Jump off a cliff or something.
*sigh*
May the beach do wonders. Crystal clear sea waters may do things to one’s brain.
Just another random thought; I love riding on the merry-go-round. I especially love those huge ones with really high horses. They are the best. I feel like a kid everytime I get on one of those horses.
Need to get some of the pics edited and uploaded in flickr soon.
Sure is.
p/s: Summer here sure is pretty. It is almost impossible not to smile just by looking at them flowers.
One week. So far;
I’m missing home. I can’t wait to go back. But I’m dreading that long-haul flight coming up next week. It’s yet another torturous event. If only I could teleport back home. Let’s just hope that I survive the flight. *crossing ‘em fingers… and toes*
Ok, off to get my laundry. (Updated: Wasted 75 cents drying air. I’m such a klutz! Put money into the wrong machine. Argh!)
p/s: Hopefully, I’ll get some of the photos that I’ve taken up in flickr soon.
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