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Rudi
Guest post #2 by ZY of LazyFshng
So one day, I was staring out my office window (at other office windows, come to think of it), trying to deal with a quarter life crisis. You know, the one where you don't have enough money to buy a sports car and you can't get a drum set because you live in your parents house and they'll never allow it. Yes, that quarter life crisis. I decided that the city was too small for me. I needed more space to swing my arms about.
So I went to Penang.
Where the girls are pretty, but the char kuay teow is so awesome that you don't even bother to look. Penang. Bridge. Island. Sea. Seafood. Fish. Fish? Fishing! There's a leap of logic in there somewhere, but the char kuay teow is so awesome you won't even notice.
Fishing. Why not? I bought some basic gear and set off.
You can read all about my very first fishing experience on my blog.
Five hours later, the salt had gone into my brain and it was too late to turn back. This next picture is dedicated to all the concrete jungle monkeys like me out there. Because for one short moment, I get to be a sea monkey instead =D.
Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime. Wrong I say! Teach a man to fish and he'll never do anything else in his life!
He will go fish in a lake.
He will go fish in the sea.
He will go fish from the shore.
He will go fish at a kelong.
He will go fish at a fishing pond.
He will spend all day surfing fishing forums.
He will go shop at big fishing shops and spend lots of money.
He may even start his own fishing blog, and from time to time hijack his friend's fashion and lifestyle blog to share his fishing experiences with the non-fishing (but very fashionable) world. (By this time, he's a lost cause, so please, just let him be. He needs not your pity =D)
But I'm not the only one!
Hemmingway wrote of an old man's epic struggle against one of God's sea creatures:
84 days without a fish, the old man sets out to sea, his faith in his skills and that the laws of probability won't screw him for forever (probably). He was right. He had hooked into a giant marlin. For three days and nights the old man fought the marlin. Though in pain and agony, he old man had naught but respect for his foe, a creature of such dignity and poise that it was as a brother to him. The old man won in the end, and lashed the marlin to the side of his boat to tow back to port. But his prize was eaten by sharks on the way back. When he returned, the old man went to bed, promising his apprentice that they would fish again.
For the old man, it was not about the value of the fish - though his livelihood depended on it. It was not about bringing the fish back to port as a trophy. It was about doing what he loved best. And in doing so, he experienced something we city monkeys seldom do - nature in all its splendid glory, and a connectedness to God's creatures with which we share this watery rock.
The scent of the sea, the salt air in your face. The battle between you and the monsters of the deep. Going to places untouched by man - that insufferable creature with the opposable thumbs.
That's why I go fishing.
Especially since I don't really like to eat fish anyway. Happy fishing!
So one day, I was staring out my office window (at other office windows, come to think of it), trying to deal with a quarter life crisis. You know, the one where you don't have enough money to buy a sports car and you can't get a drum set because you live in your parents house and they'll never allow it. Yes, that quarter life crisis. I decided that the city was too small for me. I needed more space to swing my arms about.
So I went to Penang.
Where the girls are pretty, but the char kuay teow is so awesome that you don't even bother to look. Penang. Bridge. Island. Sea. Seafood. Fish. Fish? Fishing! There's a leap of logic in there somewhere, but the char kuay teow is so awesome you won't even notice.
Fishing. Why not? I bought some basic gear and set off.
You can read all about my very first fishing experience on my blog.
Five hours later, the salt had gone into my brain and it was too late to turn back. This next picture is dedicated to all the concrete jungle monkeys like me out there. Because for one short moment, I get to be a sea monkey instead =D.
Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime. Wrong I say! Teach a man to fish and he'll never do anything else in his life!
He will go fish in a lake.
He will go fish in the sea.
He will go fish from the shore.
He will go fish at a kelong.
He will go fish at a fishing pond.
He will spend all day surfing fishing forums.
He will go shop at big fishing shops and spend lots of money.
He may even start his own fishing blog, and from time to time hijack his friend's fashion and lifestyle blog to share his fishing experiences with the non-fishing (but very fashionable) world. (By this time, he's a lost cause, so please, just let him be. He needs not your pity =D)
But I'm not the only one!
Hemmingway wrote of an old man's epic struggle against one of God's sea creatures:
84 days without a fish, the old man sets out to sea, his faith in his skills and that the laws of probability won't screw him for forever (probably). He was right. He had hooked into a giant marlin. For three days and nights the old man fought the marlin. Though in pain and agony, he old man had naught but respect for his foe, a creature of such dignity and poise that it was as a brother to him. The old man won in the end, and lashed the marlin to the side of his boat to tow back to port. But his prize was eaten by sharks on the way back. When he returned, the old man went to bed, promising his apprentice that they would fish again.
For the old man, it was not about the value of the fish - though his livelihood depended on it. It was not about bringing the fish back to port as a trophy. It was about doing what he loved best. And in doing so, he experienced something we city monkeys seldom do - nature in all its splendid glory, and a connectedness to God's creatures with which we share this watery rock.
The scent of the sea, the salt air in your face. The battle between you and the monsters of the deep. Going to places untouched by man - that insufferable creature with the opposable thumbs.
That's why I go fishing.
Especially since I don't really like to eat fish anyway. Happy fishing!
Bookmark ZY's fishing blog at http://lazyfshng.blogspot.com
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