Really dunno what's wrong with me. Maybe it was the lonely trip to Sibu Island alone, maybe it was the lack of sleep, I really don't know. But I was really moody and emo today, that I admit. Mmmm, usually not like that, don't know what's wrong!
I was totally disinterested.
Jesus.
I didn't even take that many pictures although I brought my good camera today.
No mood to write crap as usual so I'll just briefly describe the trip and paste all the pictures I have.
Today's trip was with James the boatman again. Attendees were, Melvin, ZY, Rizal, Ethan and myself. Melvin hit a Chermin less than a min from line down. Here and there we caught a few fishes, and everyone had one, except me. Then it started to rain and it kinda made things worst for me. ZY got 2 pretty cool shots of our heroic boatman James in action. Fell asleep for a long time. Woke up, everything was wet and gloomy, fished for awhile and that's it.
I watched The Godfather part I and II back to back. So I ended up getting shut eye at only 0345hrs and waking up at 0545hrs. And boy oh boy, my brain was not functioning at all.
As I walked down the dimly lit streets of my estate, and with not a single pulse resonating in the eerie deafening silence, I kept pondering in unwavering pessimism about my future. I was getting annoyed. Just then, it started with a ring, then it got louder and clearer, a song stared playing in my head.
"It's a bit early in the midnight hour for me To go through all the things that I wanna be I don't believe in everything I see You know I'm blind so why'd you disagree? Take me away Cos I just don't wanna stay Cos the lies they make me say Are getting deeper everyday These are crazy days but they make me shine Time keeps passing by"
Thank you Oasis...
Omg? Why is this sounding like an emo blog?? Noooo!!!
I ain't here to bitch about stuff... I ain't here to be emo... I BE HERE TO TALK ABOUT FISHING! (I just wanted to show you guys how an emo blog post starts lol)
Na Na Na...
TO THE GUYS: Read the next few lines. TO THE GIRLS: Skip the next few lines
To the Guys: Honestly, sometimes fishing is so much better than sex. You know you agree.
To the Girls: I told you not to read that first part but you did anyway. But you know I'm lying, I'll have sex with you.
Ok I'm sorry, I'll start my report.
The first thing I realised as I got onto the train was I forgot to bring a memory card for my camera. Sigh. This was really disastrous. My friggin' camera is REALLY important to me cos each shot I take I plan my blog post. So it's like a step by step system for me. Although I knew ZY would bring his camera and I could take his pictures, it just doesn't flow in my magnificent mind! So all the pics you see today are from ZY's camera, I took his memory card home.
I'm sorry Ponggolians but I gotta say this, no offence k? I've never been to Ponggol MRT, and when I got off the train and made my way up, I let out an earth shattering WHAT THE FUCK? Sure, the Aunty beside me dropped a few eggs, but no one else was hurt. I stood at the ticketing booth like a friggin' hillbilly staring at the empty emptiness that is Ponggol MRT. I muttered, "What in the barren... There's nothing here! Jesus H Christ!" Ok la, I'm exaggerating as usual, but you get my point.
So ZY came 2 trains behind me, as usual, and then we proceeded to wait for this dude (who turned out to be really cool) Patrick. ZY met Patrick on the fishing forums and thus this trip. There were going to be four of us. Soon, Patrick came, picked us up in his car, and off to Ponggol Marina we went.
Wow am I being super concise or what.
This is Ponggol Marina.
Anyway, we met up with Patrick's friend there, Clifford. When he shook my hand he looked me in the eye and exclaimed,
Clifford: "Zomgzors! I fink I know you!" Me: "Really?? No way!" ZY: "Zomgzors Matt, you're famous!" Me: "Laike fer realll? No wayyyy!"
Ok end of bimbo moment.
You know that's not how it went down. But he did say he knew me and we realised we saw each other before when he was a Navy regular and I was a Navy irregular a few years back.
Not before long, we hopped on the nice little 25ft fiberglass boat and off we went.
On the way there, I set up my gear at lightning speed as usual.
Here's a vid of me relaxing in the sun and wind :D
The boatman's name was James, and his boat wasn't exactly the BatBoatBil so everyone had time for some candid shots. Smiles all around getting away from work, wives, ex-wives, bla bla.
What the hell, talk so much for so long I forgot to say the most important thing! I bought myself an awesome new set-up and was soooooooo eager to use it... OMG! I bought a Eupro 15-25lb rod which looks friggin' awesome and is lighter than a pack of cigarettes, and an Abu Garcia spinning reel. After working a few months now, I kinda can afford some decent gear for myself, besides, I already sold my boat set to ZY anyway so I needed one. Justified!
(Ma sweet set-up)
It was awhile since we put our lines down, when suddenly...
BAM! Fish on!!
He fought and he fought. Actually he was just reeling la, but I could see that whatever was on Patrick's line was hella heavy! Slowly and steadily, Patrick brought up this 1.5kg beauty.
I wouldn't say I doubted James the boatman. But all the areas he brought us to were so near shore and kelongs. I just always felt more comfortable far out at sea, but since I was new on his boat, I decided to shut up and see how it goes. Well, so far so good.
That's James on the left and Patrick on the right.
This Patrick ah, damn retarded lol. But cute la, I like him, makes the trip more fun!
(Chao Ah Beng analysing the waters wondering where the fuck are all his fishys).
Patrick was really on a roll. He was pulling up fishes consistently. This time, he even pulled up two snappers on one line! Give chance lei!
At this very spot, James came to check on me (I was infront) and he was lucky not to slip and fall over all the dejection juice oozing from me. Then he told me, "Eh, this area got Tamban, you want to try?" Tamban? I know we're near the shore but there ain't no structures around here, cos Tambans only school around structures like poles, jetties, etc...
Siao, crazy fella, go away, don't rub it in. In less than a minute, James reappeared with a Tamban stibaki set up and passed it on to me. Tambans are the fishes you eat with your Nasi Lemak, and they are great bait fish. Aiya, whatever la, since my rod also bo seng li, just try lor. So I parked my rod down and took his. I let the line down and...
What the fuck?
Full house! 7/7!
Eh how much Casino pay out bonus for jackpot on full house har?
Happy already! See my stupid face?! Cheap thrill is better than no thrill baby!
After catching like 549687459687489 Tambans, I decided to see how the guys were doing at the back, so I went over. To my surprise, I saw balloons floating around. Da fvk? "Eh Clifford, simi sai?" Clifford told me it was a technique James asked him to try. The balloon was to keep the bait afloat just right at the surface. And the balloon was tied in a way that if a fish strikes, the line pulls, and the balloon floats away. Da fvk man, whatever rocks your boat.
Boy oh boy did I eat my words. lol.
POMP!
Followed by a "Wahhhhh!!!!"
Fish On!
Clifford was having fun! It was a Queenie he was tugging and she was a beauty.
Sigh... See la, how lian go and laugh at people. Kick myself, kick myself! Poooi!
See us trying to blow balloons like idiots after seeing Clifford get a fish? lol. Ok la not us, just ZY... Hahaha sorry brother!
Come on man, gimme a friggin' break. I finally get a chance to fish again, with my new gear bundled with a ton of anticipation and excitment, GIMME SUMFIN for God's sake. (Hehehe you know when I say this, something's coming up!)
Doing Doing said James rod who was parked next to me.
But I ignored it. I knew something was screwing with his prawn. But fuck it, probably just a delinquent small punk of a fish.
Doing Doing again 5mins later. Still not interested.
DOING DOING?? HELLO??
Ok la, whatever, I thought I'd be nice and help him check his bait which I presumed would be gone. It's a habit of mine to pump a parked rod once just after taking it out to check for possible fish. So I did.
O.O"
Got something!
Eh... Like have but like don't have... Heavy but not moving. Even Groupers move a little. But nothing lei... So I concluded that it was just my imagination. But when the line was almost in, I FELT MOVEMENT!! MOVEMENT FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!
Ok that's it....
FISH ON!!!!!!!!!!!!
Woo Hoo! Fish on for me at last! James was at the back of the boat, and since I haven't had a fish on in a long while, I was too excited to go call him. IT'S MINE. But by this time, it was already going to surface any moment. You know what I love about fishing? Sometimes, you get so excited after a dry run that even though you can probably guess what fish you've hooked up through experience, your mind goes totally blank. And that sense of anticipation you get waiting to see it, is better than sex. (Again girls, you know I'm lying).
Man oh man... What did I get????
Soon, very soon....
It surfaced!!
Oh my God, what a beauty!!!!
I could see her vibrant blue spots shimmering against the water's glare. My heart was heavy and filled with admiration. My face was cramp from smiling. See...
Dude, I don't care if it's your rod, it's mine!!!!! Bawahahahaha!
After this, everything was as barren as Keira Knightly's chest, as barren as Ponggol MRT station. Oh well! I got some small Groupers here and there but I tossed them all back. No point taking pictures, let them live to grow up to be hunted by me again.
A sip of cold Root Beer on the way back...
A bucket full of retardness on the way back...
A quickie on the way back...
Fun people, love them.
Back at the Marina we all posed for the camera with our haul. Ooops a bit pathetic to be labeled "haul".
I tried to take a last close up of my beautiful baby before she was butchered but this inhumane asshole. A certain murderous fishmonger was chasing me to hurry up.
Murderer!!! You die!! You die and you burn in hell!!!
All in all, a fantastic day. Real good fun, got to know some really great folks, getting away from work, and finally getting meself not only a Sting Ray, but a real beauty at that.
