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09 2010

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May
03 2010

Fishing noobs

Me and three friends – S, R and J – having a conversation over a pre-dinner snack at Simpang Bedok two weeks ago. (Yes folks, we had a meal before a meal.)

And then, there was S‘s friend – a colleague, to be more precise. No, he was not present at our conversation. We have no clue who he is and have never met him before. Let’s call him C.

Apparently, S, R and J and me had absolutely no clue what we could do during our next planned outing, and that was when R thought of doing some fishing.

That was when C came into the picture because he fishes on a regular basis and knows the basic techniques (and all the other thingamajigs one has to know about fishing). Plus, he was always looking for people to accompany him on his fishing stints which was why S suggested we join him.

Conversation hereby goes.

Part I

S – So are you guys sure you’re interested? I’ll drop an SMS to C.
R, J and me – Okayyyy.

(S‘s phone beeps a short while later, a response from C.)

SC just replied. He asks whether you guys have any fishing experience and equipment.
R, J and me – Err …

Well, quite obviously none of us have any proper fishing experience.

A short fishing encounter (with rented equipment) during one of our prior overseas trips together does not count. Plus, that was like … two years ago?!

Part II

(R, J and myself were still hem and hawing since we weren’t sure how to respond to C‘s question.)

R – Well, I have a net. (The small one that catches goldfish, apparently.)
J – I have um, rubber bands to err … tie the fish together.
Me – Well, I have a bucket.

(S broke out laughing and we all followed suit.)

S – Ohmygoodness. So how? What do I tell him? Obviously I can’t tell him all that. He’ll think we’re nuts.

(R snatches phone from S and sends out another SMS to C reiterating exactly what we just said.)

S, J and me – ZOMG. Seriously?!

Yeah. Quite obviously, my friends are nuts.

No wait, what am I saying? I am just as equally nuts.

Part III

(S‘s phone beeps a few minutes later, and we all waited expectantly as she reads the incoming message.)

S – Um, he says he has enough fishing rods for all of you. And you can leave the net and the rubber bands at home.
R, J and me – ?!?!
J – You mean, he actually took us seriously?

(A few seconds later.)

Me – Oh, shit. Wait. Does that mean I have to bring MAH BUKKIT?!

But honestly, C is such a nice guy. Other experienced fisherman would have laughed us out of the country and would have rejected a bunch of noobs like us tagging along on their trips. Whereas C even offered to loan us rods.

So my guess is, fishing is on the list for one of our coming outings!

Apr
19 2010

Have you swam in the swimming poo today?

So, the original plan to hang around the poolside at Stef’s place – along with the occasional swimming (for the rest) and happy feet dips (for me) while we have some marshmallow and fruit fondue in between.

Unfortunately, certain incidents have occurred at the pool as of late and managed to thwart our plans.

Human poo found in pool?!
Pool closure notice.

In case the text is not very readable, here is some help;

Pool closed for 2 weeks up to 30 April 2010 for maintenance – human poo found in pool.

(Please report to management office if you see culprit.)

Culprit will be prosecuted.

This has subsequently, let loose an avalanche of jokes.

Think “let’s hang out by the poo-side!”, “let’s check out the swimming poo!”, “we can’t go swimming in the poo today!” and “gosh, will the poo be smelly?” (For the very last one, it was uncertain whether the person was referring to the pool or the poo.)

Well, we didn’t manage to get our swimming poo-fix today.

Instead we had some really awesome pasta – along with live guitar playing, courtesy of Stef’s brother – beneath an umbrella-shade above the deck-table we were at, followed by marshmallow and fruit fondue (which was part of the original plan) for dessert.

And yes, we were seated by the poo-side.

Stef's brother.
Stef’s brother – live entertainment for the evening.

And no, the swimming poo was odour-less – in case you were wondering. (The odour that filled the air was that of the usual heavily-chlorinated scent that surrounds swimming pools.)

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