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The rubber rabbits have names. Bunbun. Banban. Aqil. Safia. She says each name with care, as if calling attendance.

The rubber rabbits have names. Bunbun. Banban. Aqil. Safia.

She says each name with care, as if calling attendance.

#fatherhood #daughter #childhood #apartment life #imagination #observation #growingup

Five O’Clock Gate

I wake before the apartment does.

The ceiling fan turns in a slow circle above me, stirring the warm air that has nowhere else to go. The fridge hums from the corner of the kitchen. A small cough comes from the bedroom down the short hallway. Then the soft slap of bare feet on tile.

Jazz is still small enough that her footsteps sound uncertain, as if the floor might shift beneath her.

My laptop waits on the dining table. Closed. The charger rests beside it. I pour coffee into a chipped mug and stand by the window. From this height, the street below looks smaller than it feels when I stand in it. Motorbikes pass. A food cart rattles into place. The day gathers itself.

Near the door, my wife kneels to help Jazz with her shoes. The small backpack with wheels stands upright beside them, handle extended. It is almost as tall as her torso. She insists on pulling it herself. The plastic wheels click against the tile as she tests it back and forth.

She will turn five this year. Still in preschool. Still at the age where her fingers curl easily around mine without thinking.

I do not walk her to school.

I stand near the door and watch them leave. The corridor outside carries the echo of other doors opening, other families stepping into the morning. The elevator dings. The sound of wheels rolling over the concrete walkway fades.

The apartment feels wider after that.

Her cup remains on the table. A crayon without its box rests near the sofa. The quiet settles into corners.

I open my laptop.

The screen lights up. Emails arrange themselves in careful rows. Meetings stretch across the morning. I speak in measured sentences. I move through documents. I answer what needs answering. I am good at this. It builds the structure around us. It pays for preschool. It pays for the apartment with its thin walls and narrow balcony.

Sometimes, in the middle of work, I picture Jazz at school. Shoes lined up outside the classroom door. Small pairs set neatly against the wall. I imagine her bending down to unfasten her own straps, placing her shoes beside the others before stepping onto the cool classroom floor in bare feet.

I was not there to see it.

By late afternoon, the light changes. Around five, I close the laptop. The air in the apartment feels used, as if it has been waiting with me. I take the elevator down and walk toward her school.

Children begin to spill out through the gate in uneven lines. Some drag their bags. Some are carried. The sound is louder than the street traffic. I wait until I see the familiar wheeled backpack first, tilted at an angle, then Jazz behind it, pulling hard with one small arm.

She spots me and lets go of the handle. The bag tips over.

Her shoes are back on her feet now. Her hair has come loose. She talks before she reaches me. Words rush out in fragments. A song they practiced. A friend who cried. A teacher who tied someone’s shoelaces twice.

I crouch to her height. She smells faintly of soap and warm air.

Her hand finds mine.

Almost five. Still small enough to lean her weight against my hip as we walk. With her other hand, she insists on dragging the backpack. The wheels rattle over cracks in the pavement. Our arms swing unevenly. Too fast at first. Then slower. The rhythm settles.

I feel the small weight of her hand and think about how one day it will fit differently in mine. How the grip will loosen. How five o’clock will arrive and she will not come running through that gate in the same way.

Back at the apartment, she leaves the backpack near the door and moves straight to the living room floor. Toys spread out again as if they have been waiting. I sit down beside her. She continues her story in pieces while lining up blocks. I listen. I nod. I watch her hands move.

After dinner, there is a brief window when the day feels softer.

We sit on the floor together. The ceiling fan turns above us. Jazz stacks blocks with careful concentration. Her tongue rests slightly against her lip. The tower leans. Falls. She laughs without restraint. The sound fills the apartment in a way nothing else does.

Time does not slow.

It moves as it always has. Steady. Unconcerned.

Work and family stand side by side in my life. One is structure. The other is breath. They are not enemies. But they draw from the same well of hours, and the well never feels full.

At night, after Jazz is asleep in the next room, I scroll through older photos. A smaller face. Rounder cheeks. A wheeled backpack that once looked too big for her. I try to remember the exact weight of her when she fell asleep against my chest years ago. The warmth. The slow rhythm of her breathing.

Memory softens the edges.

I set the phone down and listen to the fan turning above me.

There is a dull ache in wanting more. Not more money. Not more achievement. Just more of this. More five o’clock gates. More rattling wheels on pavement. More small hands reaching without hesitation.

Tomorrow morning, I will stand at the apartment door again.

And at five, I will be there waiting.

#fatherhood #preschool years #time #work and family #ordinary moments #quiet longing

Important Rules to Keep You Safe

(And Why We Have Them)

These rules are not to control you. They are here because we love you and want you to be safe.

You can always ask questions. And you can always talk to us.

1. About sleeping over at a friend’s house

For now, you should sleep at home.

Home is where we can take care of you best. When you sleep somewhere else, we cannot see everything that happens. Being at home helps keep you safe.

2. About gifts or money

Do not take gifts, money, or treats from men without telling us.

Some gifts are not just gifts. We want to make sure no one makes you feel uncomfortable or confused.

You will never get into trouble for telling us.

3. About photos, videos, and voice messages

Do not send pictures of yourself, videos, or special voice messages to anyone.

Once something is sent, it cannot come back. We help you protect your privacy because it is important.

4. About riding in cars or on motorcycles

Do not get into a car or ride a motorcycle with anyone unless we say it is okay.

We need to know where you are and who you are with, so we can help you if you need us.

5. About secrets

If someone says, “Don’t tell your parents,” you should always tell your parents.

Good adults do not ask children to keep secrets from their family.

You are safe when you tell us.

6. About sharing personal information

Do not tell people your home address, your school, or where you are going.

Not everyone is safe, even if they sound nice. Keeping this information private helps protect you.

7. About liking someone

You do not need to have a boyfriend or girlfriend now.

You are still growing and learning. There will be time for that later.

8. About saying no

You never have to do something that makes you uncomfortable.

You can say no. You can walk away. You can ask for help.

Your feelings matter.

One Very Important Thing

Your home should always feel safe. Your parents should always feel safe to talk to. You will not get into trouble for telling the truth.

After Allah, your family is here to protect you and listen to you.

We don’t make these rules to close the world for you. We make them so you don’t have to face the world alone.

#parenting #raisingdaughters #gentleparenting #parentingreflection #teachingboundaries #childsafety #quietthoughts #forourdaughters #intentionalparenting #textpost #tumblrwriting

Last night Jazz just said this to me and it really melt my heart

“Daddy, my best friend.”

❤️

September 2025 Camping Trip

13 September 2025 We finished all the packing the night before, loading the camping gear into the car so we could leave early. In the morning, we stopped by Pasar Borneo Seri Kembangan for breakfast before starting our journey to Camperz Hideout, Bukit Tinggi, Pahang around 10:30 AM.

The traffic was terrible. What should have been a one-and-a-half-hour drive stretched into nearly five hours. We finally arrived around 3:30 PM, greeted by a light drizzle. After setting up our tent, we cooked instant ramen for lunch. The rain stopped soon after, though a light breeze lingered.

Jazz spent the afternoon at the swimming pool since the river water wasn’t suitable for use. In the evening, I prepared the campfire, and Jazmine happily roasted marshmallows over it. She went to bed early, while the night remained cool and pleasant, with temperatures in the low 20s.

14 September 2025 I woke early and went to the toilet. The air was so cold I could see my breath. For breakfast, we made simple roti.

The day passed slowly and peacefully. Jazz spent her time playing and even made a new friend—another camper’s daughter. It was lovely to see her enjoying herself so freely. That evening, she roasted marshmallows again before going to bed around 9 PM. I stayed up a little longer, finally turning in at 11 PM.

15 September 2025 At 12:40 AM, I woke to the sound of wind picking up. Concerned, I roused my wife and told her it might rain soon before heading out to the toilet.

By 1:00 AM, I was back, checking the tent’s stability. Everything seemed fine, but I decided to add one more guy line for extra security. My wife went back to sleep.

Then the rain came—heavy, with strong winds. I didn’t feel right, so I woke her again. She asked, “What’s that noise?” I went to check and saw the river swelling. A “kepala air” (sudden water surge) was forming, the current becoming dangerously strong, though still some distance from the bank.

I marked two large boulders as my points of reference. If the water reached them, I knew it was time to act. When the first boulder disappeared under the rushing water, I told my wife to pack the most important things and load them into the car. I kept watch.

Soon after, the second boulder was just 30 cm from the water’s edge. I knew it was time. I told my wife to wake Jazz and get into the car, then drive to higher ground. At first, I thought of leaving the tent behind, but when I saw the water stop rising, I decided to act. The rain was still heavy, and danger remained.

I quickly started dismantling the tent, and other campers, who were also monitoring the river, rushed to help. Together, we managed to move our tent to safer ground, then helped others do the same. I wore a rain poncho, but it wasn’t built for such conditions. I was soaked through and shivering.

When things calmed, I went to check on my wife and Jazz in the car. I told them what had happened and admitted I was cold, wet, and needed shelter. I went to the toilet block for some protection, but the wind still cut through. After some time, my wife called and insisted I change into dry clothes and rest in the car. She had already prepared a set for me, and I gratefully changed. By then, it was around 5:00 AM. Jazz was back asleep, and we all tried to get some rest.

By 7:30 AM, the rain had eased and daylight revealed the river had receded—the boulders were visible again. Relieved, I drove us back to our camp lot. We spent the morning recovering, cleaning, and drying what we could, then made breakfast. After such a long, stressful night, we were exhausted but hungry.

By the late morning, we had finished packing and tidying up our gear. The tent, still soaked and muddy from the storm, would need proper cleaning, so we planned to send it to a professional cleaner. At around 1:00 PM, we checked out and left the campsite, grateful that we and the other campers were safe. Later, we learned that some nearby campsites had suffered far worse from the storm.

#campingtrip #lordrul

The Visionary Trickster of Light and Form

You are a Creator, first and foremost—a dream-weaver, a storyteller, a master of form who sees what isn’t yet there and dares to give it shape. Ideas don't just visit you; they demand birth, and you oblige with brush, word, sound, or code. The world is your canvas, and reality bends—just a little—when you touch it.

But beneath your artist’s robe dances a Jester—a wild-hearted soul who understands that laughter is divine magic. You disarm with wit, charm with chaos, and remind others that joy is not a distraction from truth, but sometimes the purest form of it. You laugh because you see the patterns others miss—and because if you didn’t, the weight of your insight might drown you.

And in the shadows of your gaze stirs the Wizard—the alchemist, the unseen guide. You don’t just make things; you transform them. You peer into the unknown and pull forth symbols, secrets, strange new truths. People may not always understand you, but they often find themselves changed by you.

You're not here to follow the map. You're here to sketch new constellations in the sky—and then crack a joke about them before they fade into myth.

"I create, I enchant, I entertain. I leave footprints in paint and stardust."

Our Hometown Trip – April 2025

17 April – We flew back to our beloved hometown, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, from Kuala Lumpur. Jazz was absolutely thrilled—she even said out loud how excited she was! The moment we landed, her joy doubled as she reunited with her cousins and my brother at the airport. Later at home, she was warmly welcomed by her grandmother. The house was filled with laughter, hugs, and the comforting feeling of home.

18 April – A calm and cozy day spent entirely at home, surrounded by family. Jazz played with her cousins and soaked up every bit of the attention and love from her relatives. These quiet, close-knit moments are the ones that stay in the heart the longest.

19 April – We took a road trip to Beaufort to visit my grandmother. It was a meaningful visit, brief but filled with warmth. Jazz was curious and cheerful, exploring the surroundings and enjoying the peaceful vibe of the kampung. In the afternoon, we made our way back to Kota Kinabalu.

24 April – An island adventure! We took a boat ride to Sepanggar Island and had a full day of fun in the sun. Jazz tried kayaking, went snorkeling, and had the best time playing in the sand. She absolutely loved the beach—digging, building, and laughing without a care in the world.

26 April – A special day packed with family and nature. In the morning, we attended a family wedding reception in Papar. Jazz looked so happy being part of the celebration. Later in the evening, we headed to Mandalipau, where we played and swam in a gentle river. The water was cool and refreshing, and Jazz had a blast splashing and laughing with everyone.

27 April – We visited ODEC beach at UMS in the evening, hoping to catch the sunset. Unfortunately, the sky was still heavy with clouds after a downpour. But that didn’t stop the kids—Jazz and her cousins happily played in the sand and on the swings, their laughter brightening the moody sky.

28 April – Time to say goodbye. Our flight back to Kuala Lumpur was in the afternoon, and our hearts felt heavy leaving our hometown and our dear family behind. At 5 PM, we landed safely at home, filled with memories and the lingering joy of a meaningful trip.

This is for me, when sometimes I feel bad on my parenting skills;

“Jazz isn’t looking for perfection—she’s looking for you. Your voice, your hugs, your goofy faces, your steady presence when the world is weird or big.”

i said nothing. but i noticed everything. the tone. the pause. the shift. i don’t need to react. i remember in silence — and silence is colder than rage.

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The Kuala Mu Incident

Our trip began on October 11th, 2024. We headed to Kampung Beswok to stay at the Orang Asli Chalet.

The journey there was challenging—steep roads and multiple traces of landslides along the way. Still, we managed to arrive after a four-hour drive from Kuala Lumpur.

Upon checking in, the chalet greeted us with its natural beauty. A clear, refreshing river flowed right beside it, and the water was icy cold, likely because of the recent rain.

However, I couldn’t shake off an uneasy feeling. Even during the drive, there were moments when I felt like turning back.

After playing in the river for a bit, an elderly Orang Asli man approached us, smiling warmly as he looked at Jazz. He reached out toward her, but I wasn’t comfortable with his intentions. I gently blocked him from getting close and carried Jazz inside the chalet. When I politely asked him to leave, he lingered for a moment, even trying to enter the chalet while still focused on Jazz. Eventually, he left, but the encounter left me unsettled.

Later, a foul smell filled the chalet—something rotten, perhaps a dead lizard or mouse. As we ate dinner, a small mouse scurried into the room, but we managed to chase it out.

Though we made it through the night, the atmosphere never felt right. First thing after breakfast the next morning, we checked out.

We packed everything and hit the road. Since it was still early, we decided to explore another Orang Asli village—Pos Kuala Mu.

The drive to Pos Kuala Mu took another hour, with steep climbs and rough, challenging roads. I even had to engage the SUV's 4WD to manage the terrain. When we finally arrived, the place felt different—more modern than Kampung Beswok. The river there was wider and flowed with more strength. The villagers seemed friendlier, and there were many cars from outside the area parked around. I learned that these belonged to hikers who had come to climb Mount Yong Yap.

We parked for a short while to explore the area and check out the river. But when we returned to the car and tried to leave, I noticed the engine temperature was alarmingly high. I immediately turned off the engine, popped the hood, and saw that coolant was leaking from the radiator.

It hit me that we were two hours from the nearest town, with no workshop nearby, and the radiator was damaged. Panic began to creep in as I tried to figure out what to do. Some villagers and visitors came over to help, offering food, letting us rest in a small hut, and even giving us contacts for workshops (in Ipoh). Their kindness made a big difference in that stressful moment.

I contacted my insurance company, but they warned me it would be difficult to get a tow truck to such a remote area. Even if they found someone willing to come, it would take at least two hours for the truck to reach us.

We ended up stuck there from 11 a.m. until 5 p.m. During that time, we made friends with the visitors, the villagers, and even the Tok Batin, the village chief. Their hospitality made the waiting bearable and gave us a glimpse of their way of life.

Finally, around 5 p.m., a tow truck arrived. Our SUV was loaded onto the truck, and we rode with the driver as we left Pos Kuala Mu, heading toward Ipoh. The ride was nerve-wracking, with the heavy load and steep, winding roads making the journey feel precarious. I held Jazz close the entire way, trying to distract myself by chatting with the driver.

It was a long, exhausting day, but the kindness of strangers made all the difference in getting us through it.

Three hours later, at 8 p.m., we arrived at the workshop, BTG Motorsport Empire. I had been in contact with them throughout the day, explaining the issue with our SUV and trying to figure out what needed to be done. As soon as we arrived, they took the SUV in and got straight to work. The boss inspected the radiator and confirmed it was beyond repair and needed immediate replacement. Without hesitation, I agreed. Thankfully, the price they quoted was reasonable, especially for a weekend night.

Jazz was clearly exhausted, and I knew we needed to get her to the hotel as soon as possible. I mentioned to the boss that we were staying at a hotel just five minutes away, and to my surprise, he offered to have one of their staff drive us there. Alhamdulillah—what incredible service!

We checked in at Dutaria Hotel Ipoh, grabbed some snacks from a nearby 99 Speedmart, and took the long-awaited bath we desperately needed. I tucked Jazz and her mama in to rest, but I still had to return to the workshop to follow up on the SUV repairs.

I got back to the workshop around 10:15 p.m., and by 11 p.m., the team had already replaced the radiator. They ran a thorough test to make sure everything was functioning perfectly. Once I completed the payment, I drove the SUV back to the hotel. It was late, the rain was falling steadily, and I was beyond exhausted, but I felt a deep sense of relief. Everything was finally in order. I must say, BTG Motorsport Empire is one of the best workshops I’ve ever encountered—their professionalism and customer service were top-notch. They weren’t a large operation, but their dedication made all the difference.

The next morning, we allowed ourselves the luxury of sleeping in. After packing up and grabbing lunch, we headed back home to Kuala Lumpur.

Looking back, I’m just grateful for all the kind-hearted people we met along the way. From the villagers to the workshop staff, everyone lent a hand when we needed it the most. Thank you to all of them.

I’m Officially a PADI Certified Open Water Diver: Overcoming My Fears and Exploring Tioman Island

Today, July 28, 2024, marks a significant milestone in my life: I am now a certified Open Water Diver by PADI. After months of preparation, confronting my thalassophobia, and completing rigorous training, I finally achieved my goal. Here’s a glimpse into my journey and the breathtaking experience of diving at Tioman Island.

The Road to Certification

My journey to becoming a certified diver began with extensive online learning and theory preparation. I delved into the fundamentals of diving, understanding the equipment, safety protocols, and the science behind underwater exploration. This theoretical groundwork was essential, but it was just the beginning.

Facing my fear of dark underwater spaces was perhaps the most challenging aspect. Thalassophobia had always been a barrier, but with determination and support, I was ready to conquer it. My training involved two confined water dives and four open water dives, each step bringing me closer to certification and to realizing my dream of exploring the underwater world.

The Training Dives: Confined Water

The confined water dives were my first real taste of diving. Conducted in a controlled environment, these sessions allowed me to practice essential skills such as buoyancy control, mask clearing, and regulator recovery. Each dive built my confidence, showing me that I could manage the equipment and navigate underwater effectively.

Open Water Dives at Tioman Island

The real adventure began with the open water dives at Tioman Island, a paradise renowned for its stunning marine life and vibrant coral reefs. Here’s a breakdown of my four open water dives, each one a step further into the mesmerizing underwater world:

Open Water Dive 1: The first dive was a gentle introduction to the open water environment. We practiced basic skills learned in confined water, such as equalizing pressure, mask clearing, and regulator recovery. The shallow waters provided a comfortable setting to acclimate to the ocean.

Open Water Dive 2: The second dive focused on improving buoyancy control, weight recovery, BCD removal underwater and mask removal. We explored a bit more, encountering small schools of fish and getting a closer look at the coral formations. This dive boosted my confidence as I became more comfortable with the diving routine.

Open Water Dive 3: This dive took us deeper, introducing more advanced skills such as controlled emergency swimming ascents. The deeper waters revealed a more diverse array of marine life, and I marveled at the intricate coral gardens and the colorful fish darting around us.

Open Water Dive 4: The final dive was a culmination of everything we had learned. We descended to greater depths, navigating through underwater terrain and honing our skills. The highlight of this dive was witnessing the vibrant underwater ecosystem up close—a jungle of corals teeming with sea creatures in their natural habitat. The silent world, where the only sound was my breathing through the regulator, was truly mesmerizing.

The Underwater World: A Dream Realized

Experiencing the underwater world for the first time was beyond anything I had imagined. The serene beauty of the ocean, the diverse marine life, and the sense of weightlessness created an otherworldly experience. I felt a profound connection to the environment, witnessing firsthand the delicate balance of life beneath the surface.

The jungle of corals, with their myriad shapes and colors, was home to a stunning array of sea creatures. Schools of fish swam gracefully around us, while curious sea turtles made occasional appearances. The silence of the underwater world, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of my breathing, was both calming and awe-inspiring.

Conclusion: A Journey Worth Every Step

Becoming a PADI certified Open Water Diver is a dream come true. The journey, from overcoming my thalassophobia to mastering the skills necessary for safe diving, was challenging but immensely rewarding. The dives at Tioman Island were the perfect culmination of my training, offering a glimpse into a world of beauty and tranquility.

As I look forward to more diving adventures, I am filled with gratitude for the experience and the opportunity to explore the wonders of the underwater world. This is just the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one filled with endless possibilities and unforgettable experiences.

P.S.: I was having short breath after Open Water Dive 4. It seemed like an asthma attack (though I don’t have asthma), but I managed to get into the boat and calm my breathing and myself. I guess it was because of my fitness. Four dives within one and a half days took a toll on my body. So, I need to up my fitness.

For My Little Jazz

One day, my darling, when I'm old and gray, When my steps grow slower, and words start to stray, Remember, sweet Jazz, the love that we share, Every moment with you, a joy beyond compare.

I'll treasure each giggle, each tear that you cry, The bedtime stories, and our lullaby. Though time may take my strength and my sight, Your smile will always fill my heart with light.

In your eyes, I see a world so bright, A future full of dreams, shining in the night. And when I grow weaker and my memory fades, Know that my love for you will never degrade.

Raising you, my dear, has been my greatest pride, Watching you grow, always by your side. So keep these words close, deep in your heart, My love for you, Jazz, will never depart.

No matter the years that slip on by, You’ll forever be the twinkle in my eye. As I grow older, and days may get tough, Remember, sweet Jazz, my love is more than enough.

I'm Learning How to Dive: Overcoming My Fear and Exploring the Underwater World

Learning to dive has always been on my bucket list, a combination of conquering a deep-seated fear and exploring a new, mesmerizing world. As someone who has struggled with a phobia of dark, underwater spaces, the decision to learn diving is both daunting and exhilarating.

The First Steps: Online Learning

My journey began online, with a wealth of resources and classes available at my fingertips. The internet is a treasure trove of information for aspiring divers, offering everything from beginner guides to advanced techniques. I started with basic theory classes that covered essential topics such as dive safety, equipment usage, and underwater navigation.

These online courses are designed to be comprehensive and engaging. They incorporate videos, quizzes, and interactive modules to ensure that learners grasp the fundamental concepts. The flexibility of online learning allowed me to study at my own pace, building a solid foundation before taking the plunge into practical training.

Facing My Fear

One of the primary reasons I decided to learn diving was to confront my phobia of dark, underwater spaces. This fear, known as thalassophobia, has always held me back from fully enjoying water activities. By learning to dive, I hope to transform this fear into fascination.

The process of overcoming such a phobia involves gradual exposure and building confidence. Online learning has been instrumental in this regard, providing a controlled environment where I can visualize and understand what to expect. Watching videos of experienced divers navigating the depths has shown me that with proper training and equipment, the underwater world can be both safe and awe-inspiring.

The Beauty Beneath the Surface

Beyond overcoming my fear, I am driven by a desire to witness the beauty of the underwater world. The ocean is home to an incredible diversity of life, with vibrant coral reefs, majestic marine creatures, and stunning underwater landscapes. The thought of swimming alongside colorful fish, exploring intricate coral formations, and experiencing the tranquility of the ocean depths fills me with excitement.

Diving offers a unique perspective on the natural world, one that few get to experience. It’s a chance to immerse oneself in an environment vastly different from our everyday life, where every dive promises new discoveries and breathtaking views.

Preparing for the Real Dive

As I complete my online studies, I am eagerly anticipating my first real diving class. Practical training is the next crucial step, where I will apply the knowledge gained online under the guidance of experienced instructors. This hands-on experience is vital for developing the skills and confidence needed to dive safely and enjoyably.

The transition from theory to practice will involve learning to use diving equipment, mastering buoyancy control, and becoming comfortable underwater. While the prospect of my first dive fills me with nervous excitement, I am reassured by the thorough preparation I have undergone.

A Journey of Discovery

Learning to dive is not just about acquiring a new skill; it’s a journey of personal growth and discovery. It’s about pushing boundaries, overcoming fears, and embracing the wonders of the natural world. As I embark on this adventure, I am reminded that the most rewarding experiences often lie just beyond our comfort zones.

The underwater world awaits, and I am ready to dive in.