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no subaru ferry again today, so its another long walk up the hill again. and as i plodded up the gravelly road, i couldn't help but notice the little cliques of middle-aged men, some with their wives in tow, scattered all over the green like the sesame seeds on my hum jim bang.

and their attire. just about all of dem were clad in long-sleeved polos and chinos, shining sparkling Rolexes optional.

what in the world are they thinking?? its a flaming 30-dunno-wat-degrees celsius and there they are, all ho-ho-ing guffawing away, merrily whacking a little dimpled ball 50 metres into the air, afterwhich proceeding to squint and track the trajectory of said little ball. and in long-sleeved shirts??

i'd much rather spend the time in a pool. or in a air-conditioned room.

yep, i dun quite fancy golf. of course ppl might say "wats so fun about heaving a ball through a hoop that's 3 metres up?" i'll prolly have no substantial answer. to each his own i guess.

putting's quite fun actually. whiled away the time as a golf sales guy(me? lol) 'putting' the ball thru the nook between 2 boxes. beat my 'mentor' eventually who then said that putting is a whole different kettle of fish on the green. "arms cannot flex!!"

watched Hostage with sher awhile back. not abs-fanatic sher in the links, but roly-poly sher/sherwyn.
well, bang bang boom and kaboom. wanted to watch this anime Howl's Moving Castle or Robots actually, but he was dead set against the idea. would rather watch Son of the mask? oh well, some other day i guess.

and yada yada yada... y'all can wake up now.