:: Positive Infinity ::: Over seas, from coast to coast, to find the place I LOVE THE MOST....

:: ACT I ::

The glow of a night sky that is all clouds and no stars.
The wind blowing. Softly enough to make you want more, hard enough to whip people's long unruly hair in other people's faces.
The muffled roar of the impolite planes that keep interrupting the conversation.
The dark horizon lighted up by ships..20 - no, 25, 30, maybe more.
The swirling, foaming waves rushing up the breakers and falling back, only to charge up again like some die-hard military clan from Red Cliff.

There is something magical about this place...sitting on the breakers...

something in the melody of the seemingly disorientating sound of crashing waves that calms and soothes the weary soul after a long hard work day....

something in the moment that makes you wish time could stand still for just abit, to sit back and drink it all in...

where am I?

:: ACT II ::

The rock of the boat. the smell of gasoline. the chatter of 16 divers. the familiar clang of nitrogen tanks. the Johnsons' baby shampoo for the masks. the thrill of anticipation running through the veins.

There is something intoxicating about this sport... something about being in a whole different world of silence, far far away from office and all its work-related stresses, spending time with beautiful creatures and corals all about you, with no one to trouble your ears with mindless chatter...

something about the noisy yet cheerful bubbles as they rise around you with each breath you take...

Where am I?

Yup, you've guessed it.

Redang.

And because pictures are worth a thousand words....