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Friday, May 12, 2006 7:52 AM

hey folks, sheesh yesterday was a pretty good day...but i suppose anytime one can miss school it must be a good day...haha...hardworking me decided to go for tuition at 8.30 to get some work in...at around 10 i finished and my dear friend Mr. Lam Zhi Qun calls me up and tells me that I've gotten into the asia pacific championships in 2 weeks time...i was estatic! just looked up at God in the sky and quietly mouthed "oh man, you are good!" and broke out into a little smile...on the bus ride home was kinda wondering how the sga could have made us play trails if everyone was already going to get in...even the guys who didnt show up like lion and jonwoo...sheesh...count on the Secret Golf Association to screw things up yet again...got me all stressed out for nothing...sigh...

still was coughing pretty heavily and voice got nice and raw so decided to pull out of the chinese singing contest...yes i know, it sucks..it really does...so badly wanted to get up there with leon and show em what people that cant pass chinese can do...sigh...but sure as hell didnt want to get up there coughing snifling and screeching in front of everone either...even if it was just the semis...sigh...sorry leon...really am... :(

got back and my stupid maid forgot that i was going back first before i went back out again...bloody birdbrain assumed i was going straight out with mom...bloody hell...so the gate and the door were locked and after yelling at her over the phone the action hero in me decided to climb out over the ledge and swing into the balcony like in some james bond movie...of course i survived but when i got in and unlocked the door, the gate was still locked and my bag was outside...brilliant...so out came my trusty 7 iron to reel it in and with some violent tugging i finally got it through the gate...sheesh...

went down to occ with mom at like about noon and had lunch with greggy, crispy and mom...chatted a bit and went back to get swing looked at by greggy...its comin' around alot better and the confidence is comin' back so yeah...nothing too much to worry about...just gotta take it out there...so anyway I left at around 2 before any of the sports school kids (and shaun) saw me down at the range instead of resting at home with an mc...so i cabbed down to warren where I met justy for some short game work...chipped and putted till 3.30...then he left and I started hitting balls till about 5.30...putted and chipped a little more till about 7 then went to have dinner with mom, marvanne, aunty jo, uncle eddie and coreen at yan palace...

there was some stupid ah beng golf tournament on so the had the dinner there too and they had like 2 poles (mighty flimsy things mind you) for pole dancing and by the time we were walking out, one poll was occipied by the skinniest girl you'll ever see (pole looked bigger than her)...and the other was fat as models could get (ever heard of lipsuction?)...and they were dancing terrible...like they were being attacked by ants...so silly...and them dirty old men were actually enjoying it! sheesh!...

so anyway, got back and crashed...feeling alot better today so gonna go tuition soon and then play with justy, jonny and rusty at warren at 1.26...benji and richie get back tomorrow morning at 2...yay! spread the love not the flu!

spread the lovin

RobValentine

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