濱海遊罷，訪榮臉，見其書曰：｢鴨者,甲鳥也。必待其卸甲, 則翔遊九天。忿己之廢, 卸己之甲, 則鐵橋三亦不可擋矣!｣ 吾深知其奧義，感能唱和而為文：
Have you ever been installed yourself in certain state of frustration or depress only because you just couldn't unpuzzle some labyrinth tangled and intertwined with the most challenging myst of the most wistful knowledge you would like to attain, worth pursuing after during your whole life? If so, I cannot but greet you with my warmest congratulations for your safest positioning onto some delicate pigment from the immense plithora of kaleidoscopic. Yet on the other hand you might be confronted with the most crucial moment of decision whether to take such challenge or just simply swallow it and get choked.
Aroused by unknown spate of vanity maybe, or the awestruck toward the fineness, exquisiteness, and sophisticated mingling of power, skills, and strategies, I have been since 7 years ago obsessed by the art of golf. I always wonder if there should be anyone who can make his or her iron shots crispy all the time. Or if there ever has been anyone who never suffered from the plight of sand traps, roughs, or the water hazards, not to mention the seemingly vast and infinite fairway down to no end with at least 10 top, fat, or weak strokes to reach the green.
Tears and sweat were smeared in my eyes by the countless swings under the blazing sun. My elbows ached; sore cramped inexorably my lower back, regardless of the shaky tumbling knees owing to tens of thousands of resistance against my jerky down swing thus wrong finish. Torture, trouble, torment, or, tedium might be the least tawdry usages to chronicize those days of tragedies. Hard work would never be in proportion to expected yield, exactly as my exertion to its poor yardage.
Royal Collection fixed it gradually. After sent it by an unknown doctor, I ventured the wonderful promised land wading through malicious cesspool, stiring it with my RC 7 iron. Like a fairy scepter, it sloshed away the fecal rumors one by one, pointing at a right direction to the ultimate shining truth, which I longed for long as those japs yened for yen. Exclamation of waiting and hope meant right all what I had done for, as the best reward for all the toil and drudgery I used to tolerate.
Enervated or energized by golf? That is a question, which merely depends on how you face it or how you try to evade it. I was once weakened by golf but soon get refilled and energized by some mysterious wonder fuel. By replacing with this tender-combustible hydrogen-like substance, the engine of my tamping roller to mash the fking Bermuda and Bent grass is once again ignited and powered up. I'm so sorry not being able to reveal the formula of this tasty nectar for the answer will be only recognized by the said doctor that sent me his 'collection' the other day.
Do you know, at the end of the pseudo-monologue, the sum of a simple function of addition: Honma + Adams + Titleist + Raptile + Ena + Dunlop = ? That is the very sole incentive to crush the myth of invincible crispy swing for most people who may well be unlikely to see it as their favorite craftsmanship in their whole lives. Only to crush it can you be quite easy with it!
Have you ever been installed yourself in certain state of frustration or depress only because you just couldn't unpuzzle some labyrinth tangled and intertwined with the most challenging myst of the most wistful knowledge you would like to attain, worth pursuing after during your whole life? If so, I cannot but greet you with my warmest congratulations for your safest positioning onto some delicate pigment from the immense plithora of kaleidoscopic. Yet on the other hand you might be confronted with the most crucial moment of decision whether to take such challenge or just simply swallow it and get choked.
Aroused by unknown spate of vanity maybe, or the awestruck toward the fineness, exquisiteness, and sophisticated mingling of power, skills, and strategies, I have been since 7 years ago obsessed by the art of golf. I always wonder if there should be anyone who can make his or her iron shots crispy all the time. Or if there ever has been anyone who never suffered from the plight of sand traps, roughs, or the water hazards, not to mention the seemingly vast and infinite fairway down to no end with at least 10 top, fat, or weak strokes to reach the green.
Tears and sweat were smeared in my eyes by the countless swings under the blazing sun. My elbows ached; sore cramped inexorably my lower back, regardless of the shaky tumbling knees owing to tens of thousands of resistance against my jerky down swing thus wrong finish. Torture, trouble, torment, or, tedium might be the least tawdry usages to chronicize those days of tragedies. Hard work would never be in proportion to expected yield, exactly as my exertion to its poor yardage.
Royal Collection fixed it gradually. After sent it by an unknown doctor, I ventured the wonderful promised land wading through malicious cesspool, stiring it with my RC 7 iron. Like a fairy scepter, it sloshed away the fecal rumors one by one, pointing at a right direction to the ultimate shining truth, which I longed for long as those japs yened for yen. Exclamation of waiting and hope meant right all what I had done for, as the best reward for all the toil and drudgery I used to tolerate.
Enervated or energized by golf? That is a question, which merely depends on how you face it or how you try to evade it. I was once weakened by golf but soon get refilled and energized by some mysterious wonder fuel. By replacing with this tender-combustible hydrogen-like substance, the engine of my tamping roller to mash the fking Bermuda and Bent grass is once again ignited and powered up. I'm so sorry not being able to reveal the formula of this tasty nectar for the answer will be only recognized by the said doctor that sent me his 'collection' the other day.
Do you know, at the end of the pseudo-monologue, the sum of a simple function of addition: Honma + Adams + Titleist + Raptile + Ena + Dunlop = ? That is the very sole incentive to crush the myth of invincible crispy swing for most people who may well be unlikely to see it as their favorite craftsmanship in their whole lives. Only to crush it can you be quite easy with it!
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