And i would just like to say a big sorry to myself cos i really fucked up DBS. The double bogey on the last summed up my day in the office. I told myself before going into wednesday's final round "I don't care whether i win or lose, i just wanna go out there and do my best" But i guess at the end of the day, I badly wanted to win. Fuck i needed to win. 1 stroke lead after day 1, it all seemed like a fairy tale ending wasn't it? And throughout 18 holes, i told myself to keep cool, stay calm. Don't think too much Eugene, you'll do fine. You'll win your first tournament in 2 years. You got the lead darling, they should be the ones afraid. It came to a point where i was looking out into the open space, talking to myself to keep sane. Thank God for Julian, otherwise i would have exploded. Daddy puts it best, i probably didn't want to win it as much as the others. Sorry Daddy, i'll do better the next tournament. Sorry Greg, you had so much faith in me, I guess i let you down again. Sorry Eugene, you need to train harder to stay in contention. But i guess nobody's gonna feel sorry for me, cos nobody cares anyway. DBS is but a small tournament, Fuck, move on to the bigger things please
Enough of sorrow and anguish, on to more happier stuff. I had 3 hours chem remedial cum tuition with Mr Ong today. With Balu too. Gosh, that helped alot. My knowledge of moles and redox went up quite a bit :D And free lunch tooLate night calls
