Early Saturdays and lazy sundays

woked up for the first time EARLY on a weekend. (9am Sat; 10am Sun).
but it kinda felt good getting up to do a good deed: donating blood.

pick the green bandage!

Golf in the evening at warren was fun, im getting the hang of it and the magical sound when the club hits the ball in just the right position is truly therapeutic. Its like whacking something, (like boxing) and venting but at the same time graceful when you see that little ball just sail and hit / pass the 100m mark. woohoo.
And I'm starting to understand why golf is a gentleman's game, or at least a game for the rich. Thing is, you can't play good golf when you have too much on your mind. Charlene and I had to channel our ex-coach Uncle Sam and we kept chanting 'Be Chill, Be Chill' before we got ready. If you focus too much on your stance and think about getting a good hit, you won't. When you get anxious and frustrated, you won't get a good hit either. The funny thing is, don't think about anything, just go with the flow, and you just might get lucky. So i think it suits the rich, because they have less worries? Hah.

K Lunch was hilarious.
Swan: Whatever song she sang, became a guy / girl duet. [not feeling guilty that I started that]
Clara: Her singing became toilet-worthy for Xin [proud for coining the term 'toilet-worthy']

Karen: Finally did not have to sing 城里的月光 or 童话 because she had her list of songs.
And the chit-chat after that was fun. Good luck with Clara + Mr Doc (MO)!

looking forward to Sentosa minus the sun next weekend...