FOR AGGIE!

I've been seeing someone for the past few days. Hit it of since last week. Homerun! It's been a great week and still can't get over the fact that I've someone to share my snoring with.

Then I talked... Hepatitis B. It kinda got down a bit from there; with the whole 'should-have-told-me-earlier' before the homerun. So, just feel a bit crappy. Then I texted a certain somebody in Cambodia.

And the result?

Quite the opposite, with questions asking me how I was, how long did I have it and just concerns, concerns and concerns. About me. Not himself. So, it got me thinking again, about us. Well, just that - the Shawn syndrome.

I'm still under him.

TABOO?

My friend posted an entry about sex in her blog and suffered from a 'non-commentable' period. Only her sister gave her thought on that matter. Well, the matter of sex (not the gender) in Malaysia is a hush-hush topic.

Although we may be well into the 21st century, with mega projects cropping here and there; sex is still sex. Non-commentable.

I believe that by having a large pious or religious community, sex and its issues tend not to be highlighted. I learnt about sex through my Form 3 science text book, and I used to think that chromosome made up the seminal fluids. I know!

The faction of organized religions and their sets of pantang-larang, which were most likely to have been incorporated from even older religious systems may have caused the 'hush-ness' of sex.

Even so, I do not subscribe to the overtly Western openness towards the matter at hand. Usually potrayed by a group of people talking about their weekend success (or unsuccessful) stories in films; I do sincerely pray and hope that the scenarios only happen on the silver screen.

When has sex became such low-key? The fact that it made life life, suddenly it was no more than an unspoken word. It used to be celebrated by people around the world as something sacred, well albeit a very, very normal and natural part of our humanity. A life-giving force and has been revered by generations.

The answer: Civilization.

It was when we became civilized. It was when certain civilized people decided that other 'people' should be too. It started with some dirt and the snowball just gotten bigger over the centuries and... BOOM! Sex = No comments. Period. Ka-pish?

So, here we are stuck in this snowball, and God forbid we should ever say the S-word. I mean, I was brought up that way. Culturally induced into thinking that it is a taboo. Something naughty. So, you've got to 'unlearn' it.

However, I feel that we should always be sensitive to friends or strangers who may still think that 'you-should-not-speak-of-such-things-lest-the-Devil-ensnares-you' and also to retain the good parts of this modern taboo...

...like never ever having to talk about it with your parents. Why?

Because it would have been weird...

More depressing stories ahead. Read at your own risk!

A DIFFERENT SEA

It started to rain when we came up from our second dive. The calm sea has turned rough. And as we floated with our BCDs, undulating up and down, with the salty waves crashing into our faces...

I glimpsed the gray horizon brewing with storm clouds and the once turquoise sea has turned into deep a aquamarine hue. Here, my two favorite colors came in play. I was glad. We slowly made our way back to the beach, carrying our 14 kg oxygen tanks back to the dive centre.

The sea was tremendously beautiful. In this beauty, lies the potential to capture one's life, but therein also lies the very being of marine life. This is the duality of Her nature. And I find this to be intriguing.

As the rain washes down on our salt permeated bodies, the wind blew across the seascape of ash brown, light blue sea front and deep aquamarine waves. I didn't bring my camera.

By the time we came back to the centre, the rain has already stopped and we went by washing our suits and equipments, dismantling our BCDs from those heavy tanks and keeping everything where they're suppose to be.

Then I walked down the coast with Nisha stepping into sea pools, chasing small fishes with out legs, sipping from the river that streamed into the sea before finally coming to our rest... Eiffel Bay where we found many broken corals in shapes of the famous Parisian tower.

The sea has receded fully by now while we lay embraced in its shallow arms on blue-gray stubbles and brown algae rocks.

It's been a great one day. Can't complain.