Because my hooks are in too deep.
Twice a lost of virginity yesterday. I fished & went clubbing for the first time.
I am not hooked on fishing yet (pun unintended); it's probably something I'll do no more than 5 times a year. Perhaps it was as Fei put it "You haven't got the feeling yet."
From 11am to 6.30pm, we stayed at that spot. My first catch was some small fish, 3 were all I caught. In fact Bao Long aside, small unvalued fishes were all the remaining 6 of us caught.
Bao Long towards the end of the trip, caught a Stingray. It was slightly larger than my 15.4 inch laptop I reckon. That was the catch of the day.
Boredom wasn't an issue. 7 guys had to have something to talk about, besides, the hammock Melvin set up was more than comfortable in the sea breeze.
I somehow got sunburnt.
Rushing home to hit the club at supposedly 9.30pm, I reached rendevous point slightly past 9. We entered only around 10.30pm.
Phuture was, what I would call a joke. I went in with the guys, saw the floor thinking it was merely some lounging ground. But no, further in was the bar & a couple of seats, period.
Zouk was slightly better. The design wasn't too bad, I love the black lights & the basins, but still, the place seemed small.
A first hand account of club culture.
I somehow managed to last till around 3.45am. We just bounced around.
Cabbing back with Boon & Roger took a neckbreaking 15 minutes. I'd be damned; we made the right choice skipping the Benz, Hyundai & Kia cabs in front.
AAR from the guys was that it was one of those lousy times. No female dance partner, heavy crowd. I strongly agree with the latter.
In Phuture alone, there were people from Cougar, Falcon, Hawk & Jaguar. Plenty of Privates going into schools & units the coming Monday.
"Cluster-fuck"
It's a small world. I met Elroy Lin, whose cousin turned out to be Section 3's Bing Yuen.
Like I told Rina, more enjoyable than I expected, but probably just a once a month thing for me.