Fishing on my very rare afternoon.

A quotation says, “A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work” I cant remember who said that. I type to my usual online quotation search and return nothing but –anonymous. I rummage to lists of quotables pertains to it and it seems it is the most use to describe it. Well, fish angling is one of the undying outdoor sports for men where killing boredom isn’t the reason to have it.

I grew up on a place where you cant categorized people who do it for this purpose– “There are two types of fisherman – those who fish for sport and those who fish for fish ~anonymous”.  I have seen them for “Everybody is after to fish for fish”.

A fish from family of bream  locally called it “Sagisi” we caught in a deeper part of  Batangas Bay. I never brought my DSLR on sea due to a mishap made by splashes from wake of boat’s bow on my camera that send it to canon for repair. I contented to photograph it on shore where I can set my tripod and shoot me like a model holding it with the fishing gear.

As they said, bragging may not bring happiness, but no man having caught a large fish goes home through an alley. Blogging today might be the front road that skip the alley way. So here’s my bragging.

This rare November afternoon was supposed to immerse myself on a cold water of Ligpo Island, in Batangas for scuba diving. The great thing is I found other way to skip diving for fun. So its true..

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.  ~Henry David Thoreau

… Yes, the fun, the memories I found on it.

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Sweeter the third time around?

Its been years I saw them fight the first time is classic, the second time is historical.  The 3rd should lived to everyone’s expectations it must be one hell of a fight.

I’ll leave the prefight analysis to those fight sports guru. By far it’s the first time I will watch alone.  Everytime I buy  2 tickets for the sake of a companion, though she wasnt a fight fan,  She’s just  there to accompany me with occasional annoyance of errands —Buy Me Popcorn please thanks,hmp

Sometimes I loose track of dates, and often I set the context to dates nearer or at least in that month where fights happen , when things are significant and worthy of remembering.  I had a healthy relationship until the Pacquiao – Hatton fight. Its when my father died. That month I open my eyes to accept and regress things a friend once told me. “Loving someone who doesn’t loved you back, is worst than being alone”. I saw how that woman treat me, in times of my melancholy and bereavement .

I like what happen to Margaritos face(No I wont do that to her)…
After doing my chores to social networking pipeline , I ride a bike to Greenbelt and bought ticket with drinks stub from Bubba GUMP Shrimp.

I have been an avid fan of this sweet science since I was a teen. As I select my seat, the one and only available and its near the bar…. Alleluia!  Yes the 3rd time is sweeter. The witch is gone!