I made a wrong choice of playing volleyball today.
Having cough was bad. Sleeping less than twelve hours for the past three nights caused weakness in my entire body, especially the brain. I had a filling dinner right before the game. My nails were a bit long and the worst thing was that I injured my fingers the day before while forcing in nails into a board with a tiny screwdriver, and there were blisters as well. My backache also haunted me.
I almost could not catch my breath at the third game and gave up since I totally suck at it.
Some people could do stupid things to risk throwing two hundred bucks away.
There seemed to be a bug in my flash game but I had already forgotten the way I programmed it years ago. Just a couple of important tasks to implement but I was inefficient for the entire day no matter how hard I was working on it. There were unavoidable interruptions in the afternoon, which was the main cause.
It was great to see Chi Chiang again and I loved chatting with Eunice as well.
The discussion with my boss rather made me realise the future still sounded smooth for me although I was still battling against the boredom and frustration. If only I were from a rich family, I could easily make a choice between making a living and working towards my dream.
The urge to continue with my website crashed with my studies. The tonnes of loads I missed from the lecture were piling in my brain, and every time I thought of them, I got so depressed.
I went home with the bulky projector, which added frustration, having to bring it to Bukit Batok the next morning, which was even further away. I dozed off in the evening and jumped up an hour later to realise it was the actual time I was supposed to meet up with Irwin for golf.
I took a little food for dinner before rushing off to Queenstown. It was a wrong decision perhaps for my entire body was wrecked since the day before and the blisters on my right hand instigated to defy my instructions.
I was using one of Irwin’s drivers instead of the usual “7 Iron” and it was a different feeling. However, I was too anxious like before, hitting the ball too hard to get it right.
The morning did not start off well somehow. I woke up very early but dragged before going out to meet Irwin and Eugene for golf at Queenstown MRT. Being afraid of getting gastric pain and that I knew I should have taken more light meals, I grabbed a sandwich at the seven-eleven store.
It was a better morning than other times since there was a young sweet girl at the other end of the driving range. Since the machine over our side was spoilt, we had to go over there.
Eugene impressed me with his calmness and consistency in his first attempt of golfing. Irwin spotted my mistake of swinging the golf club and thus I realised the last two times of golfing were waste of time.
We shared around eight hundred of balls and due to the correct swinging angle, I was not as tired as the past. We took bus 51 to Bugis Junction after that and dined at Wang Kok Hong Kong Café. I had a set meal. In the end we were quite full but managed to finish everything.
We made a big turn to TCC and camped there for very long. The cute waitress, Charlene, quite impressed me. The three of us had great chats and killed the stress of the mountain-full work waiting for me.
We left at around five PM. Irwin went back to play golf and I decided that I should not spend too much time outside especially when my fingers were already equipped with many blisters.
I started dozing off and when my younger brother returned home, we went to look for my mum to do some shopping at the NTUC. At first, I was expecting my mum to get the stuffs and leave, but they took their own time leisurely when my brain was malfunctioning. The one hour of shopping was billed at almost a hundred dollar.
Irwin returned to Singapore yesterday morning. He messaged me in MSN at around nine PM to ask me to go for golfing. I was itchy for it as well, especially for the late night experience, I agreed instantly. He reached my place twenty minutes in his brother’s car and we sped off to the Queenstown shooting range.
We managed to reach before ten PM but the auntie told us that even though the range centre would be opened until eleven PM, the shop was closing at ten and without the clubs, we had to give up. We decided to go home straight away and turn up early at seven AM to “knock” on the shop’s door.
I did manage to wake up at six AM but was too sleepy to clear my mind before I started dozing off for another hour. Irwin messaged me just in time and I quickly got up and started preparing. We met up at eight AM and it was really fortunate that Irwin could get his brother’s car again such that it greatly reduced my travelling time and waste of strength.
It was my third golfing session and we went to the second level again. The weather was fine at first but it got a little warm for some time before it drizzled for a few minutes. Everything was fine except for the number of smokers who were dying to get lung cancer.
Blisters!
There was not much improvement for me since I still could not withhold my own bullish strength and greed to slam the golf club towards the ball, such that I could not get a perfect hit. Nevertheless, the continuous reflections through the entire game did save my hands from having muscle ache. It was the first time I left the shooting range without internal pain, but also the first time I suffered from blisters; three burst and two recovered.
We played a total of around six hundred balls before I gave up and Irwin got himself another fifty plus and finished them in no time. It was a great relaxing morning.
We went for brunch at Vivocity and I finally got to enjoy Long John Silver’s combo one again. Irwin got himself some name card papers and ink cartridges before sending me home.
Golf would probably resume after his return from Korea next Friday.
