My parcel finally arrived! Thanks, Phua!
Then it was Spring Feast where the food was overpriced but we managed to get ourselves some near-to-perfection chweekueh. Or at least in my opinion.
This is the cute puppy, Max. It reminds me of Nat's dog, Snowball.
Today, we got lost trying to find our way to Wembley. But as you can see, we got there in the end. I took a couple of video shots but being the real (and most pathetic) amatuer around, I decided not to put it up.
Jo's really talented at ball games and Mel's not too bad. I suck the most. x(
It's really funny how I only managed to drag myself to the driving range after getting together with Kenny. Both my folks play golf but after entering secondary school, tagging along to the Bt Timah driving range with Pa didn't seem that enticing anymore. The mossies gave me an even better reason to stay away.
As you can see, I still suck after 8 years. Wrong grip, wrong swing, wrong posture and as Kenny puts it, I still have the chicken wing syndrome. The only consolation is that the ball no longer rolls down the slope; it actually soared. Hyberbola style. Haha! Maybe Pa would be proud of me when I eventually master golf.
Imagine this. When I'm 40, I'll be hanging out in the golf club with cool missus (that includes you, Debster). I just can't do the mahjong thing all my life. Money and I have no affinity. I might just lose all my money.
