In the midst of November...

In so many ways I have learnt to love and enjoy diving. The fact that I am gettng and better serves as a motivation for me to push forward and begin to test boundaries in the sea. I dare not say that I am good at it, but I dare say I am getting better by each dive. I descend better, my air last longet, and for the love of God.. I have panic lesser.

I know my likes and dislikes. I know I do not enjoy sandy bottom, nor macro. Searching the vast sea like a game, leaves me annoyed with a major headache. I know I love reefs and I have not gotten sick of them. I enjoy LOB more than staying at resorts despite the initial seasick and I hate diving in a pack. I realize I wear my suit from the left, followed by 1 glove, and then the right side. I love tying my hair in pigtails when I dive, and I do not like chaotic and messy divers.

So this week in rainy, rainy sweet December I dived at Manado, Sulawesi in Indonesia along with Dugong and ScubaShot SG. The thing about diving with close friends, they feel like family and you feel safe. You know that someone is always watching out for you and keeping your fingers cross that nothing bad happens to you, you are ensure of a safe and enjoyable dive.

Someone was asking me, what are the three rules I follow in diving? As a sharp retort,I came back with, "When it comes to diving, I follow 3 rules: Turn on your own air, check you have weights and place your faith in God." Somehow, it clicks, makes sense and made me ponder if I could ever apply these in life. It has been a year since I have joined KDT SG, and more often than not I have begin to wonder if I should stay or go. My ex OM has now joined us, and though I feel relieve and all the more I would to leave knowing that the club could not have gotten a better person. I feel that I should break free and do more out of life instead of these, but yet I just do not know where to begin.

The other night, my staff asked me if I could imagine my life alone, spending tge next 30 - 40 years by myself. The future looks bleak. I cannot imagine going through decades all by myself. Even with many cats, dogs or hamsters, nothing beats the cuddle of someone on a cold rainy night.

In this tech, savvy world that we lived and loved, people find the idea of living by yourself appealling but when you're sick, upset at the lemons life has thrown at you, you begin to wonder, why didn't I fight harder for love? Or look harder for love? Idealistic as it sounds, is it not love that keeps us going?

Celine Dion in the background, coffee by my sight, I wish I have a cigar or a cigarette in my hand (but it has been 3 years since I quit with no plans of turning back) and someone to debate with me on this lovely Wednesday morning before my flight, but sadly there are no one only joyful laughter surrounding me. Something I should be thankful for, which I am.

17 more days before we bid adieu to 2011 and we welcome in 2012.. And as always I get very nostalgic as the year comes to an end. Very often I found myself wondering, haveI grown more over the months? Wiser... Not waist size though.

How was your year? Did you finally found the love of your life? More fulfilment? Have you discover the secret to turning back time? Or the fountain of youth perhaps? What are your new year's resolution?

I hope you guys are well and ready for 2012... And most of all I hope 2012 will be kind to you as 2011 and the previous years had been.