| 25 jun 2001 this weekend was all about golf. after the trip to babies 'r us, jay and i went to the driving range on saturday: practice for sunday. i love being in palo alto... close to all sorts of good stuff, especially gombei, my favorite japanese restaurant. but after the driving range, i wasn't really hungry, so i got the rather smallish chicken katsu don at gombei, and didn't finish the rice. you know how i said i puked three times on friday? well, saturday, after my really late lunch (beef and egg over rice), i yacked AGAIN before going to the driving range. jay's kind of concerned. it's just a really odd thing... and puking is never a good sign of health, you know? so sunday, i played my 2nd 18 holes of golf in a week... jay and i joined some random people, david and rahul, for a LONG day of golf. 18 holes. palo alto municipal. 7200 yards. FOUR MILES of walking in the sun. i shot a 115, which sounds bad, but i wasn't really frustrated or anything. frustration is the worst thing about golf. those days when you can't hit any shots well, and it takes likes 10 strokes just to get on the green. luckily, my day wasn't like that, and i actually hit some decent shots. of course, they were few and far between, but just often enough to feel satisfying. at least i ended the outing on a spectacular note. i had like a 15-20 foot putt with a crazy break, and i wound up MAKING the left-curving putt in one stoke. yay! i ended up with two or three bogey's, which are not as spectacular as a par (i don't even dream of birdies), but still quite enjoyable for an amateur like me. but after being in the sun for FIVE hours, i wound up really dehydrated, and i developed this awful, throbbing headache. afterwards, jay and i stopped by the oasis for a greek pizza (chunks of feta cheese), and i ordered a large, thinking that i could power it down just like i have done so in the past. but i ate like five slices, and i just couldn't go any further without feeling massive waves of nausea. coincidentally, yesterday was also the day of WWF king of the ring. it's the first pay-per-view that i will miss (i don't plan on watching them from now on since they won't be free), but i've seen all of them ever since i was living in lenox. and the neat thing is that i always order a large pizza on these occasions and try to finish it by myself, and i just happened to eat pizza on this missed pay-per-view. neat. after i drove home (quite painfully), i popped two advil gelcaps and went to sleep. it was about 9pm or so. i didn't wake up until 11am this morning. yup. 14 hours of sleep. the only notable dream i had was one where i had to kill an adult bear and a baby bear. i was given a pistol, and i was ordered to shoot them to death. i felt really sad, so i just turned my head away as i emptied three clips of ammo into their bodies. there were some strange crying noises from the bears as they died. not a good dream. i am tired. and sore. walking four miles and swinging at the ball 115 times. my shoulder hurts. who said that golf isn't a sport? well... if it _is_ a sport, it's a sedate one, but it's still taxing on the body. i started looking at buying a new set of clubs. i'm currently using a set that an ex-coworker lent me (and apparently has forgotten about). i'm looking at a set of ping's. which are pretty expensive, at least $700. i can't justify it. that's a shitload of money to spend on sports accessories, and that's not including the putter, the bag, or the woods. shit! i figure, though, if i play this often, then i should invest in a good set of clubs. but the thing is, it's all about the image, i think. i could get along fine with my current set... i think getting a brand spankin' new set is more about image than anything else. why do i want ping's? because of the brand name. and the funny thing is, the only reason why ping's hold some sort of mystique over me is the fact that kristie used them. no, no, no, it's not some sort of "oh, i miss kristie so i'll get her golf clubs," but it just seems that i was really influenced by her, and a lot of the things she had (like her material possessions, and what kind of music she listened to, even her handwriting style) made an impression on me. they're like imprinted on my brain. two of my favorite bands, saint etienne and the stone roses, were kristiebands. i've said before that she's the biggest influence on my life, haven't i? it's true. but jay did say that if we play golf at this frequency, we're gonna be broke. it's true. the green fee was just under $40 yesterday... let's see... $40 a pop adds up to just over $2K for a year's worth of weekly golf. yikes. i'm disturbed. it seems my dad wants to change jobs again. he changes jobs like once every two years or something, ever since he went back to taiwan. he's imfamous for being whimsical. and even though he's very powerful and good at what he does (he's been in the taiwanese newspapers), he has a notorious reputation for not staying around. what bugs me is that my mom basically said that it's his decision, and that she has no right to interfere. i completely disagree. my mom sure as hell has a say in THEIR life together. isn't that how a marriage works? shit, man. i haven't replied to my mom yet, but i have a feeling that even though i'll totally disagree with her, she somehow has it in her head that she can't control my dad, and that's why she thinks her opinion and wishes are futile. maybe my dad can't be controlled. knowing him, i bet it's true. but that doesn't mean that everyone else around him has to roll over and play dead. hm. i feel sad. i guess the biggest thing i can take from this is to not to the same thing as my dad. it's like the _sex and the city_ episode i saw last night (not the new season 4, but from my season 2 dvd's); mr. big broke the news to carrie that he may have to move to paris, and he didn't even bring it up and let carrie give any input. carrie basically exploded because she felt that big didn't give a shit about her feelings; he didn't think about the couple as a unit. i hope i'll never do that. one interesting thing... while karine and i were together, the idea that karine would eventually go to law school was kind of understood (she has yet to, though...) and karine said that she wanted to go to school on the east coast. i always knew that i would stay out here in the bay area. we never talked about it. i wonder why. maybe it was because i was afraid to have an argument about it. (after so many fights, i will admit that i grew tired of fighting, and i tried avoiding them instead.) but as the years went by, i wonder if subconsciously i thought that we wouldn't stay together long enough to make it an issue. hm. *ponder* ah... things i don't need to worry about now. laters. |