Blood on my Hands

As depressing as the title suggests, today was actually an excellent day. My mind was totally off work today for once and I was able to immerse myself in the joys (or lack thereof) of fishing for prawns. Which reminds me... about a conversation I had on MSN yesterday night (a rather long one) with another of my best friends about the current trend of verbifying nouns (or something along that line). Prawning. Eeling. Squiding. Crabbing. haha. Lol. It's these sort of things that just brings a small smile on my face.

Anyway, had breakfast with Siti, Halim, Khai Ming and Andrew (department colleagues) at Toh Guan in the morning. Enjoyable breakfast. Just relaxing in the morning air and looking at joggers pass by and vehicles whizz by to rush for work. Then we left for fishing. Or prawning. Or whatever you want to call it. Rather enjoyable morning. Partnered myself with Don and we slowly tried to catch the prawns using what miserable skills we had. At the end of the day, with the blood of cockles (we used cockles as bait) stained forever on my hands and some cuts experienced due to the vicious claws of these feisty prawns, we caught 6. 6. Doesn't sound like a lot does it. But it sure did bring smiles to both our faces. We were so delighted to catch the very first one. Great day. Loved every moment of it since it was away from work. No thoughts in my head. That was the advice some of my friends gave me.