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Better than Phenomenal

26 Sep

My golf mojo is back after playing two rounds to rediscover my momentum for the game. By the third game on Saturday, everything fell into place. The distances were back, as were my other ability on the golf course.

My putting was better than phenomenal with the Peanut Putter. It was exceptional when I looked at the post-game statistics. I did only 26 putts, which was amazing! Never have I gone so low before.

While there were improvements with the tee-off, woods, and short game, putting was the main factor. Although I messed up three holes, putting made up for the mistakes, with ten one-putts and eight two-putts to score points. Do note there was not a single three-putt, a critical factor to return with a score of two under my handicap, based on the Stableford system.

It sure feels great to achieve this after the self-imposed two-week tattoo break. I hope I can maintain this momentum for the next few games.

Lost Momentum

20 Sep

Following the self-imposed two-week break after getting the tattoo, I went back to playing golf today. Sadly, I seem to have lost my momentum. Nothing seemed to work.

I could not tee off, my iron shots were not good, and my short game was horrendous. Luckily the putting was okay, but it wasn’t enough to save the round.

The only way to recover from this slum is to play more! And play more, I shall, with games lined up for Thursday and Saturday.

A Break from Golf, Part 2

16 Sep

Having a break from golf is good and bad at the same time. While it’s nice to sleep in, sometimes I lose track of time. I am in this little bubble of my own without any rush. I am getting complacent, and it’s not healthy.

Day in, day out, there’s only the mundane routine. And today, it’s a public holiday, but here we are at home! Our plans for a getaway did not materialize. And we are lulling time away without a purpose. Sigh.

Well, the tattoo has healed well, so I will go back to playing golf next week to break away from this complacency. And at the same time, get back to a more meaningful and healthy routine, moving out from the unhurried bubble that has enveloped me the last two weeks.

A Break from Golf

13 Sep

I am enjoying the break from golf after getting my latest tattoo. It is advisable to allow the tattoo to heal, considering where it is on my arm. So best to avoid exerting repetitive motions, as in playing golf, the better and faster the recovery.

Actually, for a change, it is nice not having to wake up twice or thrice a week for the game. Sometimes the obsession with the game is too much. So much so that whatever injuries we pick up along the way will never heal.

Before getting the tattoo inked, I was experiencing pain in my right arm, a new injury I picked up when I was golfing so often. My game suffered along the way, unfortunately, and my arm never had any opportunity to rest. But now, with the tattoo excuse, it is a blessing in disguise, and my arm is getting the much-needed rest.

I will rest for another week before picking up my golf clubs again. The skin above my Snoopy tattoo is peeling this week, signs of the skin healing and regenerating itself. By the end of next week, the skin above the tattoo would have healed, and the injured arm would have recovered. I should be back in action!

Dinky, Meet Snoopy!

9 Sep

Wednesday was an eventful day because I was finally getting my tattoo. Although I anticipated pain after my last experience with Dinky, I didn’t feel any during this inking session.

It was only after the session that I felt a tad painful, but the sensation lasted for just two hours. I must laud the tattoo artist, for she was very gentle and good, putting me at ease. The health and hygiene measures were very impeccable to feel assured and safe.

I’m very impressed with the work. I guess there’s no explanation required on my choice this time nor introduction, except perhaps only to say, “Dinky, meet Snoopy!”

My latest!

Big Day Tomorrow

6 Sep

The time has come for me to get my tattoo finally! After waiting almost a month for my appointment, tomorrow is the big day. Woohoo!

The procedure is rather stringent, although we are now in an endemic stage. The tattoo parlor requires me to take a Covid antigen test before the session. I will be doing this at home with a doctor looking on via Zoom, and they are covering the cost of the doctor, which is nice.

This extra step of having a doctor ensures that the test process is proper and the result is mine, not someone else’s. This particular parlor imposes this added requirement (of a doctor’s presence), unlike other parlors that only require one to test on your own before the tattoo session. Oh well.

So what am I getting this third time? Hah! I will reveal it later, not now. Be patient. I’m ready for the test shortly but psyching my mind for the pain tomorrow. I have to remember, no pain, no gain, or in this case, no pain, no tattoo!

Dinky Turns Five

12 Aug

My Facebook memory popped up this morning to remind me that my Dinky Dinosaur tattoo is five years old today! My goodness. Sometimes I even forget I have it. Hahaha. When it is out of sight, it will be out of mind.

On top of Dinky, I sometimes forget that there is another one at the back! This one is definitely out of sight. Well, it looks like it’s time to get another one. Yes, I am seriously thinking about it. Stay tuned.

Is That a Nose Dinky?

1 Nov

I didn’t realise Dinky my dinosaur ‘grew’ a nose! From the looks of it, it’s a teeny-weeny scab from a scratch of an insect bite. And because of its strategic placement on Dinky’s face, it can pass off as a nose. Hahahaha…

However, I don’t think it’s a mosquito bite because I don’t remember any itch or even scratching my leg. Or maybe there was and I did… I don’t remember. Dinosaurs can be forgetful.

I just thought it’s funny that my Dinky now has a nose, a glowing red one just like Rudolph! Rather cute, no?

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The Chicken and the Eggs

22 Oct

It was apt that when my high school girlfriends and I went off to Langkawi for our girls’ trip, it was themed Celebrating Us. The reasons were obvious but there was a deeper meaning and this was reflected on the logo that I designed for our official tee shirt.

The chicken signified the year we were born – the Year of the Rooster and a golden egg represented a decade. As there are five eggs, obviously we are dinosaurs. Now you know why I always refer to myself as a dinosaur and even have a dinosaur tattoo.

I guess with this chicken and egg approach, it certainly clears the doubts as to which comes first as far as we are concerned. Without the chicken, the eggs would not exist and this trip would not have materialized especially with the significant milestone of five eggs.

 

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‘MGS’ our school is the binding factor for us besides our birthdays

The Dinosaur Who Eats Like a Rabbit

12 Apr

This week I have been very disciplined to stick to the 16/8 diet with salad lunches for four days in a row. So much so, I felt like a dinosaur that eats like a rabbit though. Perhaps I should have had a herbivores Brontosaurus tattoo instead of the carnivorous T-Rex to depict the current situation. Heheh…

But it’s been a good and focused week. This morning’s weigh-in showed excellent results and I am pleased. A loss of 1.6lbs and I am now a mere 0.7lbs to reach my target goal! Woo hoo!!!

However, three nights ago, I had a chunk of my molar tooth chipped off whilst chewing on a mouthful of vegetables for dinner! Goodness gracious… And it made me wonder do real dinosaurs actually chip their tooth too over a meal? What more vegetables?! Hmm…

No salad for lunch today to take a break and I will see the dentist next week to fix up the molar.