I am finally unveiling the desire of my heart and in the process of living the dream. I have found a new hobby.
Many people would say it is a game for rich people, it is high class, it makes you look old, etc etc…. Well, they’re right. I would choose to believe I am rich and playing a high class game. It does make me look more mature when I am in serious considerations on the direction to putt. I am in love with golf.
You cannot compare golf with games like badminton and running. That is wrong. Instead, you could compare it with hobbies like travelling, diving, wakeboarding….. And there! It is not that expensive after all.
The love of the game just got deeper when our instructor handed us the tickets to HSBC Womens’ Championship 2010. We witnessed the victory of Japanese golfer, Ai Miyazato and jumped in excitement together with her after she made the winning putt!
Besides the ability to wear really good looking apparel, one other draw is the etiquette we are supposed to have. At every shot, opponents and even spectators were supposed to remain SILENT and stop moving. At this point, you would have no choice but to hold your sneeze because that will draw unsympathetic stares. The power of focus is what you need to conquer the course and the game.
If I have a child, I would sent her to play golf at the age of 5, no doubt. That was when world no. 1 female golfer, Lorena Ochoa started too. There she will learn the etiquettes and be disciplined and that will apply to other aspects of her life. TA-DA! No need for developmental or motivational workshops for the kid!
As I strive on to be better in the game…. I will be on the look-out for nice polo tees and caps to bring along to the beautiful courses of the world.
Wardrobe for Anna Nordqvist for the Honda PTT LPGA in Thailand.
How nice is it to be dressed!
Since the fall of the first Man, Adam, man has been toiling the earth and working for food and survival. Since the fall of Eve, woman has been experiencing labour pains, menstrual cramps included, to produce offsprings.
So if somebody asked why do man work? Why do women have to go through labour pains? Blame it on the couple! Ok, then the question boils down to: why do women have to work and still go through labour pains? I don’t know.
This has nothing to do with my post though.
I have applied for a job to work in a school. Not as a teacher per se, I will die of noise and air pollution. Not as a canteen staff too, kids will die of food poisoning. Just a humble assistant teacher. Fits me just fine. I need to get off work early enough for lessons at night. But I have waited long enough for this job to come along, not that it is THE dream job. Just happened that they took awhile to launch the recruitment exercise and a little longer for the recruitment process. Well, I believe it will come pretty soon. I crossed my fingers for a pay check on 12 April, after six happy months.
A truckload of ingredients, an array of non-stick pans and pots, accompanied with pretty plates and cutleries makes the kitchen alluring for once. It would be better if it’s open concept, like the ones I saw in cooking shows, with an island unit just for cutting, washing and a huge space to lay my chopped onions, my favourite ingredient so far.
I am thrown into a system of organised mess in this wide yet confined space. It’s an activity of oxymorons. A city-bred, office-girl in a humbled area of mixed smells, raging emotions and unstoppable perspiration. But of course, recipes off the internet (not moving away from the fact of being modern and bred in a city) plays a huge role in this process. It may sound simple but do not underestimate the power of choice. Choosing the correct recipe to suit your cooking styles and unique taste buds can be challenging. Over here, the budget comes in handy, narrowing down options to decisions.
So the menu of the day was, Buttered Sweet Corn, Provencal Style Mushrooms, French Onion Soup, Mayo-Infested Mashed Potato, Creamy Pasta with Bacon & Mushrooms, Dessert – Sara Lee Chocolate Swirl Pound Cake. Ain’t it a spread?