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Thursday, April 20, 2006

I went fishing with my neighbours yesterday. It was a damn fun experience. Or rather, I think what was being said was more hilarious.

We met at the carpark between our blocks. There was a total of 3 people. John aka Mr Muhammed, Ian the Indian-Chinese and Ben Ho the Munjen (me). We started out to Mustafa's in Little India to get bait, hooks and insect repellant. We spent a total of $25.60 on stuff. I tell you, paying for stuff in Mustafa's is a damn pain. John and Ian were wating in the car, so I was left to pay. I'm the 3rd person in line, waiting to pay. At the counter's a couple paying for some groceries and a carton of mineral water. The Indian cashier took 10 bloody minutes to scan it in. When collecting the payment from the guy, she slowly took it, opened a drawer and took out money and started counting. I was like "OMG! The system they use looks like something out of the 1990s". I was going to start laughing and say something about the technology in India when I realised I was surrounded by India Indians and I was a Singaporean Munjen. So I wisely shut up. So next up was an Indian guy buying a suitcase. The damn cashier checked every compartment 3 friggin' times! Total I wasted like 20 mins paying for a can of insect repellant, as the other stuff was paid for already. But then again, it's only slightly longer than what you can expect at NTCU Fairprice. The bloody Chinese aunties take their damn sweet time to scan, collect payment and give change.

So on we go to a quiet and little-known spot in Punggol to fish. It's got a long drop-off to the water and is barred off by railings. It's also a good makeout spot. Spraying on a copious amount of anti-bug, we venture out of the car. Here's where most of the fun starts. Both rods we brought were up in 10 mins. Within 45 mins of the first cast, Ian caught a stingray. Sadly, it was only a small one. So we just threw it back. Then he moved further down the length of the railings, to cast his line. What I found really funny was that as he moved like 10 m down, all I could see was nothing where he was even though opposite was a well lit Island. I don't know if it was Pulau Bukom or Jurong Island. There was nothing. All I could see was a black hole where the railings should have been. Haha.

Now for the fishing part. Most fishermen call the long stick like object they use to fish a 'fishing rod' or 'rod' for short. And then there's phrases associated with it like "Can you help me hold my rod", "Help me reel in my line" and "My rod is 9 feet long", amongst many others. Then there's also phrases like "You need to play with the fish a little", "Some fish just swallowed my bait" and "Check the tension on my rod". Seriously, fishing is a sport with much lingo that sounds like sexual innuendo.

I have to start fishing again. It's damn fun.

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