Tuesday, June 01, 2010

I am seaDevilyn, daughter of the sea

In the beginning, it was a very delicate time.

Know then that it is the year seven thousand ten, and the known world is ruled by bipedal humanoids with great powers of nuclear fission.

Unknown to those great rulers is another race of beings living beyond and under the horizon. Unfettered by the chains of entrallment cast by these humans, this ancient race of beings has been thriving for the past seven thousand years under our great oceans on an island once hailed as the greatest naval power, the island of Atlas, or more commonly known as Atlantis. History, as you know it, has been rewritten by Men of Power who thought that the Island of Atlas was destroyed.

It was not.

Yes. I am only one of the many Atlantean that now walks among bipeds like you.

You've met my fellow Atlantean, Aquaman, and like him, I need to immerse myself in the healing Waters of Life every so often, so that I am able to regenerate and recharge my soul. Though, unlike him, I am able to control my 'Change' and salt in fresh water does not affect me. Only the Waters of Life blessed by the Great Poseidon himself has the power to 'change' me. It is a painful process, only one in a thousand Atlanteans have the ability to make the journey with bipeds.

It is a journey I gladly partake.

My name is seaDevilyn and I am honoured to know you.

Monday, May 24, 2010

A New Beginning

It's been awhile, but I'm back.

Changes to my life? I'm no longer with Bates141 Malaysia, instead I've gone over to the dark side. The dark side being account management and it is a dark place. The longer I stay here, the darker I risk becoming.

I'm diving more often too which helps to balance my dark side.

I finally got a car, so no more cabs. But at the same time, a car just keeps sucking money out of you.

I think I should skew this blog to something more cerulean... more updates soon.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Neutral Buoyancy Sublimity

*Inhale. Slow exhale... Inhale. Slow exhale... *

Gently drifting along with the slight current, I'm totally relaxed and exhilarated at the same time as I floated among the colourful denizens of the sea. I'm stoked that I managed to achieve neutral buoyancy with my new gear. THIS is perfect. THIS is heaven. THIS is where I need to be. THIS is what I needed to calm my soul.

After a year of dry spell and feeling like a fish out of water, I'm finally back underwater, breathing the much-missed compressed air. But what I missed the most was the feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of gliding effortlessly above the corals, feeling light as air. Imagine, the morning mist gliding and clinging to the contours of mountains but not quite touching the tree tops; this is what diving is for me.

Something blue catches my eye and I stopped drifting for a bit to peer closely. A nudibranch. I'm delighted and I hover for a bit, appreciating this small colourful sea slug. Remembering my buddy, I rotate horizontally and turn up to find him hovering above me, vertically, and acting like a lighthouse as he surveys the underwater world. I twitched my fins and moved on.

*Inhale. Slow exhale... Inhale. Slow exhale... *

The staghorn corals are one and a half feet from my body. I slowed down and spied a small grouper hiding among its branches. He's not happy I'm looking at him and warily turned to look at me face on. It's a good thing he’s not a trigger fish. I clutched my tank banger to my opposite forearm and moved on.

Ahead of me, the dive guide climbed slowly and I followed suit, languidly hugging the contours of the reef. I turned back to check on David. He's following. I turned my mask back down and continued to drift. I see many soft corals fluttering in the current; fishes darting here and there, going about their lives and ignoring the noisy bubble makers. *sigh* Such a paradise.

Suddenly, I heard a loud clanking ahead. The dive guide wanted to show us something. I frog kicked and glided to where Man was waiting. He pointed to a cluster of staghorn corals below us and to my delight, I saw a long black and white banded body. It was a sea snake. The poor fellow was a bit scared I supposed as it tried to wind its way out of our stares. I admired it for a bit and after taking a mental snapshot, I moved out of the way so that others could move in to appreciate this very beautiful but poisonous creature.

Drifting along white sandy bottom, I checked my gauge, a hundred and thirty bar. Plenty of dive time left still yet. Turning up to check on my buddy, I motioned for him to indicate his remaining air. He holds up seven fingers. Seventy bar. I marked the time and signed back Ok. We continued drifting.

*Inhale. Slow exhale... Inhale. Slow exhale... *

We visited reef after reef, making house calls and eye contact with reef dwellers of every shape and size. Some tried to chase us away, some retreated from us and most just ignored us. We continue floating along.

Soon, our time underwater was up. We ascended and did our safety stop. Gently hovering midway, I was already looking forward to my next dive and my next fix of compressed air and the feeling of being gently supported and cradled. *grin*

Monday, February 16, 2009

Rusty but still inking

It's been a very long time since I last blogged. Many a thing has happened since and they are too many to list down. Some are like butterflies fluttering at the edge of my memory, forgotten but not lost. Some are too painful to remember and too unlucky to forget. And some are like trophies you bring out from time to time to polish and admire.

I guess with Facebook, one can be excused for not keeping their blog up-to-date. One can but shouldn't, really. But then, I still prefer to keep my thoughts private these days.

I just wanted to post something so that I my last posting will be moved down. =p

Monday, July 14, 2008

Photos of recent stuff I did

Yeslam Launch at Starhill Gallery

My Yeslam Launch team

Me and my colleague at the Armani/Casa launch

My Armani/Casa team at the Launch of Armani/Casa boutique in Starhill Gallery