overslept this morning. didn't go to the gym but wound up mugging madly for the EP test. trudged through stuff that you should know, and i kinda know but dont know well enough to stake my left testicle on. you get the graphic jist.

so there we were. the 20 brave AUTers confined in the quarantine area. like we had some horribly infectious germ within us. goverened by rules suitable for terrorists in guantanamo bay. and we still had a test. joined in the collective effort of mugging but before i knew it it was my shift.

in retrospect it all seems like a strange dream. everythings set up just as i imagined. we stroll around trying to identify the parts of the various muscular and skeletal models. i stumble on just a few but get the rest without much difficulty. part A ends and i'm assigned to gideon for my part B. the questions arent difficult but i stumble on a few. theres a gut feeling that i got most of them but i can't be sure. i'll probably (hopefully) pass. the only question is how well.

LOTRd till lunch time. hit causeway with linglin, joanne and yihong. had foodcourt stuff and saw dr.seet there too. tried hard to aviod him like spies on a dangerous assignment in a big budget summer blockbuster but just like spies on a dangerous assignment in a big budget summer blockbuster we were found out.

several awkward moments of chit chat follow followed by a quick evacuation of the facility when his back is turned. whew.

gelares next to get the usual fix of ice cream and waffles. bought the guy and girls ice cream then headed back to chill before training. 3 pm rolls round sooner than expected.

cabbed down there drowned in the sweet melodies of my iTunes. arrive there to the surprise that greg has JUST started running with charles. so i sit upstairs with a coffee and my iPod and just waited patiently. almost dozing off thanks to the wonderful weather for a late afternoon nap.

brian shows up and kindly unlocks the door. grab my sticks. pinch about 160 balls of aunty yen and proceed to grind my arse off with my drills. in the process of practicing however, something comes over me. like a throbbing obsession for perfection and pain. a deep burning desire to work harder than anyone else and set my game on the fast track to stardom.

in short it kinda felt like intense golfing bloodlust.

greg was freaked but totally stoked at the same time. anytime one of his guys busts his arse off you know he's gonna be freggin stoked. :) and when the coach is stoked. i'm stoked :)

the next 4 hours were a blur really. i was so focused and into everything i was doing that i only took a break to chat with jerome when he popped by. i just went through my 400 balls like a machine. ball after ball of intense concentration, bloodlust blinding the pain that a normal human would have experienced especially after doing 100 swings on the explanar, 100 swings with the fan and 100 woosh wooshes in between baskets of 100 balls.

i think bloodlust just takes over when i see golf balls at the range now.

:)

on the technical side its getting there. very quickly. i'm still gonna grind it out till i get there.

its possible that i hit so many balls and so hard that i was bleeding. even if i was, i didn't see the blood. freaky no?

anyway. caught mom for dinner at vista. had mee pok! talked and chatted before she dropped me back at school.

got a game with her and her coachie tomorrow (greg just rang me from brewerkz, sitting with the boys talking about the game tomorrow and apparently there's some pretty mean dirt on mom's coach. something about him owing higsy some dough, and since we all back higsy i have been charged with the assignment of kicking his arse so lets hope i'm up to the task)

and yes, my obsession with the spartan makeover is still going strong :)

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Rob Valentine