Golf and I

A retired General Electric electrical engineer, my grand relatives, equipped the fundamental physical aspect of golf on me, like gripping, stance, swings, and let myself develop my own improvements over my physical and mind. Ignited my ball swinging at a driving range in the US when I was a kid.

My tee, fairway, iron, approach and putts, are addictive, could lie.

In driving range, my swings are deposit into golf account, which can be withdrawn, from ball swinging stables.

My own golfing experiences, whenever I play now, I am recharged, energized and good to go.

Glucose

From the high school that I graduated almost a decade ago, Arcadia High School, there are requirements that I must fulfill in order to graduate, they are the swimming and writing proficiency tests. How do golfers pass those test?

For the swimming part, we all know what's going to happen because it took the time allowed for a swing in the water hazard of keeping the ball on tee above surface in order to pass. Hmmm, juicy and tender head cut of prime ribs, medium rare please.

About the writing part, an essay is required to pass not just the first half of the score card because of the legibility of the ultra fine micro hand writing trying to fit numbers in word form with the limited writing spaces available on it. Pros recommended to answer on ruled paper as follow: ......

(Note: Simple score is not in professional scope of concern, at lease not without the experiences together)

Artistic Golf Play

Beginning from the driving range, I've started my ball swinging here and there for some period of time. Practicing sport is already an enjoyable pleasure that I've longed for ever since school. Somehow it came up to a point that my purpose of golfing have better to be clarified before my foot is on the grass, or acquire clubs and gears.(LIES!!! It's because my pocket is currently empty.)

This is my own game played in my own leisure time, face no enemy or opponents, stand still in this world, with a clear object ahead and achieve it step by step that count in swings, alongside a never set ever growing grass course with huge loose boundaries.

I'm golfing the way I liked it to be, ignoring rationalities, keep swinging until I've had enough joy of it, no reason needed at all. This sport is an art to me because its all in my mind for myself, it's an experience beyond physics.

About competitions, my art is an exercise with baccarat and roller coaster mixture for taste. Let winner gets their fame, my passion replenishes in enjoyment for my own efforts being paid and there is a thing called handicap, I can only win myself that I know of.

Today is a nice and soft day

"Today I went to golf course trying to hit some leet show off ball to beat those ninjas down. But the agent who keep assing in front of me really pisses me off. That bitch took a few win from me, asshole that don't even dare to go one on one with me took my perfect win gosh! You think I am that easy and won't do shit against it? Then I plant those matrix guys with the secret bomb I special made for them. Now they afraid, ha ha. I take a win and you eat a lose, A LOSE!!!!!!HA HA!!!WA HA HA......"
The above are words in my mind that I should be thinking about when I was in driving range and I really hope that it will satisfied your dark side of prejudice.

I am new to this sport and have no idea about the fashion of people in it, sorry if I played it wrong. The club set is borrowed from a friend(a female, you know) and I haven't played enough to know the difference about clubs. I am just trying to swing the club in a way that give enough travel distance that feel great to hit the ball so that it will fly into the air than land on a target, and I can see different club's have different length of stick with different size and angled hitting surface. Could that be my weird swing, regular outfit or just pick anyone club selection that's provoking? May be I shouldn't just go try and play to see what its like and how its feel before learning some lessons like swing, pose, dynamic, balls, spin, slang, customs. I know it's me cause they all are just in my mind, and I am just there to have fun......in the driving range.

Intel's U.L.T......


Oh hey! At lease I learned something, this post is not so sincere like it seem to be, flavorless in beyond.

Here I go again

Because of spending my own money income from work, I am able to experience a lot of different things or enjoy things that give me experiences. Currently my money are all spend and myself is unemployed since April 07.

In order to gain experiences or things that give experiences, I look for jobs to earn money income by workings what I know how to do. Therefore I will be able to write again when I have own money income from work to spend, by the way its about $2.5k/mo.+comm.

For doors that I don't have a chance to knock yet, please keep finger crossed. I will try to get a job so that my writings can go on and on and on and on......

Days I spent in golf playing are short, but I have been sleeping in class with my head laying on my right shoulder twisting my waist, pretending to take note with a pen holding on my right hand fully stretching my right arm and my lower left arm perpendicular to my upper left arm pretending to turn page nearby my right hand. It's my talent that my nose doesn't snort when I sleep, a natural stealth sleeper for school classes that go...zZz...zZz...zZz...zZz......

Irony

The man is mobbing the floor entrance of a business complex during the rain season. Drips and drips of rain were brought in by umbrellas and heels of the business attires that walk through this stone corridor.

The water bucket kept filling up because of the water heavy mob and the man decided to leave an empty bucket by the door in order to go for the heels.

The man, who collect left over umbrellas in the bucket everyday, ended up in a golf course of his own, putting with his umbrellas, aiming holes by ground hogs under the flag.

Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy