rudely awoken by slamming doors and flashing lights at around 3am in the morning i was more annoyed than scared. after all it was a totally awesome dream about my date with jennifer garner...when all the smoke had settled my mystery visitor was revealed to be my estranged shuttler roommate guo rui returning from a 2 week long stint in holland. severly jetlagged and looking like a druggie he gave me a sheepish "uh hi" before i returned to observing the back of my eyelids.

cabbie calls me at 630 and i stroll down to the pickup area and get whisked away to warren in the fading darkness.

found sunshine and bought him breakfast at the terrace. discussing how the dbs would be without the usual big guns (ie, george, josh, myself) while eating my eggs which bore a startling grotesque resemblence to the innerts of a cadaver from exercise principals.

drove down to the 1st tee and decided to play matchplay against the girls for the biggest prize known to man. pride. yes pride...joshua and i decided to risk our very pride against the undisputed singaporean number 1 female golfer and jolene ng. and we had to give them shots cause they were off the whites.

team sunhine/valentine charge out of the gates. 3 down after 3...nothing really worked for us and we kept getting on the wrong end of holes. eventually lost 3 & 2. in our defense the greens were shiet. similar to putting through the hair on the back of a yack. having said that, mel and jolene so totally owned us on the greens...well done girls...we'll have our re-match soon :)

engaged in the usual post round routine of playing pool and eating in airconditioned comfort. yu khing dropped by and we chatted with the others for a bit before going down to sicc millenium for some psychology and short game work.

i swear if i had the opportunity to practice on millenium everyday i would. it is so freggin pure there. did some drills and stuff to work on my tempo and my breathing to lower my heart rate. working really well and i'm really hopeful that this is going to be the thing that finally gets my putting fired up.

chipped a little bit more, putted a little then yu khing gave me a ride back to school. showered up then had to run back out to do my cumbersome extension of passport. called for a taxi and it was some chinese lady so i plugged in the iPod and snoozed all the way there.

Queue number: 7857
Queue number when i walked into the waiting room: 7767
Total waiting time: 1.2 hours
total number of messages sent and receieved: 16
number of immigration country stamps i have on my passport: 96
new expiry date: 20 Jul 2011

thank God for my iPod. managed to listen to the whole album of the original broadway cast recording of joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat.

then mentally prepared for my mentally taxing long journey back on the train. the usual squeeziness of a jam packed cabin, the feeling of being canned like a sardine, the price i pay for economic transportation.

then after i make the jump from green line to the red i see my chance, a woman's looking like she's going to get up and leave but this frail little old lady appears next to me. she's frail, skinny and looks as if the next bump in the track could potentially knock her off her feet. i'm tired, weary but reckon that i can hold out a little more. my concience inside of me bugs me to let her have the seat and being the nice guy that i am i give in...

so i'm thinking that i'll be getting the next seat that becomes availible but wait. another old hag waddles up right next to me and waits patiently. this one looks even weaker than the other. I'm like some old lady magnet! sheesh.

so i give up the next one and she plops her sweet little bosom down on it. the two old farts glance at each other and mouth "what a nice boy" and throw me an appreciative smile. thats all i needed to make my day.

who cares if i got caught in the rain on the way back, or that dollups of rain kept splashing into my open box of popcorn chicken as i strolled back to school, or that steven queks lecture was about as exciting as watching the grass grow or the paint dry...i did my good deed for the day and i'm feeling lighter already. :)

now the boys are back and the school seems less...haunted...but its noisier. i dont think anything would wanna come near us. its nice to have them back but i kinda wish i were alone again for a decent nights sleep...

the ironies of life huh?

God Bless

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine