Adagio

my feet sing a song or two
upon anyone's request
or upon your caressing them
the left paddles
the right one giggles
while the hair on the left
and the right
they catch bubbles
of air
it slows down the song
--and the movement


[shest, djesyat, dvesyachi tri]

The Wall

an awesome trip. unthinkable. how my buddies and i got through it is a wonder and we were glad we were able to enjoy each dip.

of course it will be ungrateful of me if i din thank the Lord for it. i still want to know what was on his mind when he created the life in the wall and the floor. moreover, what was on his mind when he created the universe? it's like this: where could i go? where could i run? nothing is beyond you!



as of today (earth day), I think he is thinking, what was on my mind when i created the universe?



(photos courtesy of thedivingdugongers)

The Songlist for Trips

1. Smashing Young Man, Collective Soul

2. Kinderly, Mediaeval Baebes

3. A Design of Life, Manic Street Preachers

4. Son of a Preacher Man, Dusty Springfield

5. Fireflies, Owl City

6. Aha!, Imogen Heap

7. Flowers, Emilie Simon

8. Sweet the Sting, Tori Amos

9. Lost in Space, Lighthouse Family

10. Bette Davis Eyes, Kim Carnes

11. On My Way Home, Enya

12. The Big Rock, Maire Brennan

13. Everyday I Wrote the Book, Ron Sexsmith & Elvis Costello

14. Nothing Else Matters, Metallica

15. Grace, Jars of Clay

16. Stuck in the Moment, U2

17. Breath Your Name, Sixpence None the Richer

18. Bratislava, Beirut

19. Fix the World Up for You, James Morrison

20. What a Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong

By Saving The Corals, We Help Local Fishermen's Welfare

My friend's Lisa Saputra and my entry for Deep Indonesia 2010 Poster Contest
It didn't make into final but I love it that we tried

the idea: campaigning against fish and coral bombings and overfishing. local fishermen can choose to preserve them instead and associate themselves with (or become!) dive operators!

Excuse me Mister! (Danau Singkarak, Musi, Padang)

What do you know about the world Sir?

you ain't know nothin

they said, last month you were just born again

but how come? then we're older than him

while moi? moi's been around since first time i saw the world

(i heard that small, big boned boy chirping

to his two friends in the back seating)

the car stopped by the river

everyone needed meal and the car a washing

down the river went the boy, screaming

as the wide, shallow river

his naked back sweeping

with its mighty cold water

That Sir was just smiling

his grin was saying

ah li'l boy, what do you know of this world?

you know nothing

than the oversized pants you are wearing

i might be born last month

but the world i have known

(thought i have developed this thing

a talent to lip reading)

in the evening

the car stopped for a while

for heavy meal and a bathing

this time, they went inside a village

dark was it, sky clouding

and the children i saw doing something

they thought smart of doing

excuding soap to make it bubbling

applying them on their skin

to get rid of mosquitos bitin'

(i smiled at their new invention)

then to the children happened something

the big boned boy thought it wasn't worth trying

his skin got itching itching

thus he went down to the river a washing

putting his toes first, water temperature a testing

dark was it, water sky mirroring

but he still thought of shrimp catching

along the grass towering

all grown up men had just finished a washing

he was left all alone, standing

the boy decided to be friendlier

to the straight haired born again Mister

Hey Mister, did you happen to cempedak fruit tasting?

it smells nice but why i felt like sleepy when sniffing?

is it really edible or what Sir? the boy went asking

(this time i pretended not to be eavesdropping

i was pretty sure that was his way of saying

I am so sorry for ignoring)

the Mister looked down smiling

perhaps thinking of the boy he longed to have

or just remembered he once was a youngling!

before he opened his mouth answering

the boy went on saying

Mister, like your crooked nose!

and why you always go uff uff

every five minutes or three?

(Guessed the Mister had been deciding

whether to like this boy or nothing)

have you eaten Son? Mister only said one thing

the small big boned boy looked up, nodding

*of Danau Singkarak, Padang, Musi*

Stranded (Sanur)

i thought God spilt the beans

when the the first time i saw the beach

Its sands wwere like mung beans
of different color, I mean
split all over the beach

or they resemble the cardamom seeds

small, yellowish, round

covering the whole ocean and beyond

it was like a big discovery for the boy that was me

and thought friends must see

hard and fine a grain

i laid it on my palm

i picked them up one by one

beige, reddish, yellow

colors that made me wow

how did they came to be like this?

a greedy child was I

harvesting as many

digging deep with hands

the precious round sands

colorful shells and pieces of corals

added to my collections inside my bag

the greedy child smiled

and then ran to the adults

satisfied, smiling as if nothing happened

it's only me and my marine treasure

can't wait to show them to friends

said the child which was I

and i glanced back

and smiled at the fine, round sands

i'll be bringing the whole sea

to my neighborhood

up in the mountains

*of Sanur, 1986*

First Dips

luv it! me and 9 other buddies had a big time UW at the Bush and Leaf and the Scout.

and I said to myself, what a wonderful world!

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

(Work, Jars of Clay)