miserable seems an appropritate word to sum up my last couple of days...did nt play fantastic at warren with justy on sunday...shot 76 driving the ball like crap...so anyway was still feeling pretty confident about the trails and qualifying for thae asia pacs...had like only 2 periods of chem on monday then headed off for sicc...hit a couple of balls to warm up and nothing seemed out of the ordinary...got out to the first tee all confident and absofregginlutely snap hook one out of bounds left...and so the living horror story began...

never really got anything right on the front nine...made a couple of bad decisions and put the ball in some ugly spots...tried to make a little comeback on the back side and had a little momentum going until i completely top one from 105m over the 13th green out of bounds...was really trying to scrape it home under 80 to give myself a chance but that kinda just killed all my momentum...slugged it home for a very disgusting 84...now i was really in a foul mood and on the verge of breaking things...actually i already busted a porcelin flowerpot wide open at sicc with my 5 iron and thank God no one was dumb enough to irritate me that night or i would have snapped...instead, went to the rec room to chill...called mom, greggy and yu khing to have a little chat then knocked off at like 10

slept it off and was feeling rather hopeful that i still could have a chance of qualifying with a good round...2 periods of math sitting and chatting with lammie about golf then went off earlier with him in his moms car to sicc...bought me lunch and we practiced a little bit before the rest came...got out there feeling good after range...and just have a horrible start riddled with really dumb decisions and poor coursre management...still turn +6...determined to qualify i fought my guts out to birdie 10 and 11...had momentum firmly on my side before attempting to take the "safe route" with my tee shot on 12...bogey there...then on 14...lost ball...now i was livid, really really pissed...double there...parred my way around missing birdie chances before hitting it into gab's unraked footprint in a greenside bunker on 17...double there, despite nice par on 18 I was unconsoleable...everyone else came back worse but i really had a chance and to fuck it up like that really burns...

made calls to greggy, mom and yu khing...sore throat from previos day didnt feel any better...plus maxie tan passed me his flu and a had a little chest cold from the air con bus...coughing my guts out...felt like shit so mom took me home at like 11 last night...now i'm back home with a headache, a flu...coughing, sniffling and hoping a bus will come along and hit me really soon...shit happens...

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Rob Valentine