“Golf without bunkers and hazards would be tame and monotonous. So would life.”
B. C. Forbes

Got this quote from the web as usual, seriously what can’t u find from the net? As Sheepygirl always says…’google reveals secrets…woot!’ But seriously, who the hell wants to get into bunkers or the rough for that matter. Another monotonous day went by sitting in long meetings listening to the boss whines about trival issues and consultations after consultations.

Just a few months away from the range or the fairways and I’m getting aches from the swings. Perhaps she is really right…I am stressing myself out too much and unnecessarily. Aching back, arms, legs and worse still…really didn’t expect this, skin around my nails are tearing away from the nails and that freaking hurts. Time to get new gloves, provided I am motivated to train at least a few times a week. Not exactly confident in acheiving that…lol.

Something interesting caught my attention since the beginning of the week…and that’s the new lease of life in the faction which…haha…kinda survived a mutiny. New players, new blood and hopefully the cosiness of the faction will come back again. C been chatting non-stop in faction like months before, which is a good sign. Surprisingly, I got myself a son w.e.f 8 Oct 2007 (and since he asked where was mum, I assumed he was referring to sheepygirl…lol).

Both of us had some really boring food but cheap dinner…for a change and at our favourite hunt, the East Coast Park. Tired as usual due to the fact that I have to wake up at a god-forsaken hour every morning, we planted ourselves down on one of our usual stone seat. I recalled how I wished the stone seats were reclining beach chairs just for the 2 of us to lie down. Once seated, it took less than a few minutes for me to start nibbling on her lips…and doing what I love most and what she is best at.