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I hate golf... Maybe...

After a gruelling weekend of studying and sitting for my Organizational Behavior test (in which I made a major blunder), I sat down in front of the TV last night and watch a bunch of women play golf.

I used to play golf, many moons ago, but after earning the nickname of "Ayam Nando's" I quit. It was getting too expensive and the four hours spent on the greens (not including the "makan" later as the day's game is being scrutinised) was too much for me.

But, watching those professional ladies, and I watched because the some of them are kind a cute, I realised that life is a lot like golf. At least my life is.

I go through life forever trying to get to my destination in the shortest time and with the littlest effort possible. I have always been wanting to get a birdie or an eagle, but more often than not, I ended up double bogeying, on the good days, and double parred on normal days. Forget about the bad days....

Life challenges you, I realised, in a passive way, much like the golf courses challenges the golfer. Because, that is what you really are going against. Not, your golfing partners. It's just you and the course....

Life is just there, laid out in front of you, for you to maneuver around, to get to your patch of green before making that final putt. That soft calculated little swing of the putter, as compared to the brutal whack of the driver, gives the most and long lasting satisfaction, as any golfers will attest.

The only differrence is that, in life, you really don't know how many holes are there left to play. And if the next one is a par 5 or a par 3. If it's straight or dog legged. How many and where are the bunkers and water traps.

But, that, I suppose, is really part of the fun....

Life is fun... I think.

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