ok, suddenly i feel as sick as a dog. just like threw up all of my dinner and I'm like in some serious discomfort now. so i probably should blog before i try and get some rest.

played seletar with jerome and his cousin this morning. got up at like 545 in the morning to make my 715 tee time. and considering the fact that i slept at 1am last night watching rockstar supernova didn't help much.

played ok today, should be good to go for the dbs next week. shot 75 putting like a beginner. probably gonna head down to the range tomorrow morning to work on some things. after that, cabbed back home to quickly shower up, eat dinner and change...out of the house by 1.30 with a bottle of trusty bacardi in hand to pick up benji for his photoshoot.

got down there and did the shots for him then may told us the shoot's on the 14th...and my silly derranged half brother will still be in doha then. only back on the 15th, so she's pushing it till then to do the beach modelling scene! haha...

wanted to get a present for flossie and buy her tea but she couldnt make it, so benji and i cabbed back to his place to just hang and chill. watched lame episodes of friends, surfed the net, tried a little cs, watched the ellen degeneres show, criticised local programming, watched rockstar supernova videos on youtube and ben would not stop laughing at tommy lee...jackass...

damn, left my oakleys at his place, but my sunday game's cancelled so i'll be going to send miss chua off with the others so i'll gte em back then.

got back and had dinner, and started to feel real cruddy. just like puked up my internal contents and it feels as if I've got a tuba loged in my throat!

but by hook or by crook, i'm going to practice tomorrow morning! because i'm gonna do whatever it takes to win the DBS again!

i'm not crazy...I'm just a little unwell...

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine