ok, seeing how much free time i have these days and people are beginning to whine that my posts are boring i shall attempt to screw censorship and sensitivity and just hit the nail on the head here...

in other words, I'm back...more cynical and smart-arsed as ever...

its timmy unrated, unsensored and uncut...most importantly its all me...

you can't handle me? then take a hike...

so on to my day :)

following spending the night all alone in the boarding school. one of the creepier experiences of my life seeing as how I just HAD to watch the trailer for haunted school on my laptop. dickhead. i know. so following plenty of

-tossing
-turning
- swearing
-praying
-and squinting my eyes in hopes that i wouldnt see anything...erm...anything at all...

i finally knocked off like tha chicken that i am...there, i said it. happy now!?

i rolled out of bed at around 7.30 today and went back onto my highly addictive dose of poker at fulltilt.com. hit a couple of bad beats. chucked shit round my room in sheer frustration before getting sobered up and heading down to meet yihong to finish our last minute lesson plan for coaching.

steven's class as usual was boring when he opened his pie hole but fun when we got to the games. after re-kindling childhood memories (trauma) with daphne's lesson it was on to yihong and me.

impromptu bullshitting was the order of the day and through my well practiced use of smoke, mirrors and pixie dust we got through it all without much difficulty and hey, they might have even had fun.

strolled back to find the main gate to the hostel splattered with brownish red paint. and in a eeire resemblence to most korean horror shows where the girl is brutally hacked to death outside her gate and her blood is splattered all over it in a grizzly and ghastly display of cheap asian horror cinematography... but why'd it have to be on MY bloody gate...

anyway i got up to my floor and thought i had found the reason to the brown splattered gate. an elderly gentleman was painting the gate on my floor the exact same colour. well that explained it right? WRONG!

i dump my stuff, change into golf gear and head back out only to find any trace of the guy vanish like KFC in front of Lam. I mean one minute he was there and the next he was gone...GONE! and the gate was splattered in that eerie brownish red patteren again...*cluck cluck*

down to training we went, in the cab with some retared sounding inarticulate cab driver (these always piss me off, if you bloody paid attention to where we said we were going instead of attempting to impress us with your trivial knowledge of good fish to eat you wouldn't be bloody lost) got down, chucked the 12.20 fare and left.

did short game training today. so bloody frustrated with myself during the exercise. given i was one of the top 2 for all 4 of the cycles with an average of 34 but to not even got 40 out of 80 from the 8 stations just cheesed me off and ticked greg off too. boy did we get it from him...and rightfully so. you cant make a living out of the game if you cant get up and down from 20 meters off the green...i'll probably spend about an hour in bed tonight thinking...

i am absolutely pathetic.

gonna absolutely bust my sorry arse off at the short game area before UBC and Aus. not like i have a choice if i want to give myself a chance.

went over to the putting green and had a putt and chat with the boss afterwards. some dickhead old farts (note they think they're good or they know alot cause they're...well...old...but if you cant blinkin' hole a 3 footer for double bogey then dont you go trying to tell the head coach and me how to putt) so yeah, we got pissed. had half the mind to tell them to fuck off but figured scratching his car would be a more civil solution.

grabbed a cab back. had potato chips for dinner (really watching my diet eh?) and went for alan chngs class. rather interesting today. not much there. good laughs and some good work done.

linlings b'day party after that. after the obligatory singing, cake eating and cake to birthday girl face smashing i headed upstairs with my abnormally bleached and vertically accelerated roommate once again feeling one day older, one day closer to death and yet no closer to a happier life...

i gotta find my purpose.

anyway I've got a chockers day tomorrow so i'll just leave ya'll with quotes of the day.

plunge your minds into the sewer and enjoy

"get over to the pole now!" Greg to Jolene when asked where the next station was

"but all the holes are being used! can i share my sisters?" Jerome to Greg after realising that there were no more holes for him to hit to

"you can share mine but you gotta help me pick my balls first" me to jerome...i'll spare you the details

"can anyone give me examples of graphs you look at for information"
"PORNOgraph"
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing" alan chng and me in management class

till tomorrow

God Bless

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine