Are just two of the four classes I'm enrolled in this summer.  BTW- the pornography class--not that interesting.  I fell asleep in the first day of class yesterday.

On a more interesting note, the U.S. Open has been all the buzz.  Which amateur am I cheering for?  Geez, I can't seem to decide.  Obviously, my three teammates, Sydnee Michaels, Tiff Lua, and Maria Jose Uribe.  However, I can't forget about my other buddies out there: Blumie, Kathleen, Walshe, Mina, Kim Kim,J Lee, and my new little trojan friend, Jennifer Song.

I, unfortunately, had a little mishap during the sectional qualifier.  Actually the whole qualifer was a mishap and I missed by 3 strokes.  Who knew that 9s could affect a scorecard so much?

Anyways, back to my prediction for Low Am...if everything I've read about the course is true, I'm going to look for Kim Kim and Blumie to do well; both are long and straight, which is great for this layout.  Kathleen Ekey and Cydney Clanton are two more long bombers that'll do great if they can putt and chip well (or as Momma Joh likes to call it, "doing the dishes"). 

I will be anxiously watching live scoring from my laptop while learning about pornography.  I hope you will all do the same...except without the porno part.

Wow. This new site is crazy.  I guess it's been a while and I apologize. Tell me if I'm doing this wrong.  Anyways, I write this from St. Andrews, Scotland, where the wind blows almost as hard as Albuquerque.  Some highlights from the week so far were:

1.) My first and probably last ever press conference.  At one point, I completely zoned out and until I realized the awkward silence and the heads all swiveled towards me; I had no idea.  Luckily, I was able to take Amanda (Blumenherst's) answers and just twist them around to throw together an answer without knowing the question.  (Something I've perfected while writing college term papers.)  Needless to say, they won't be inviting me back.

2.) The prank war between the GB&I and the US teams.  Yesterday they stole our couch.  Apparently, today while Blu and I were in the press conference, the rest of the team was busy flipping over every chair and table in the GB&I team room.

3.) Food.  Yes, I've tried haggis.  Yes, I've tried black pudding.  Both were delicious.

4.) First class cabins from Newark to Edinburgh.  I basically took two of everything they offered.  Hot towels? Two please.  Coke? Two please.  Ice cream?  Ten please. 

5.) Hitting 150 yard putts.  It's true, you can putt from everywhere.

6.) The Road Hole.  I practiced the Tom Watson chip that banks off of the stone wall behind on the green...and no, I did not pull it off successfully after 50 tries.  Although Kim Kim pulled it off the first time.

7.) The Jigger Inn.  A nice little pub next to the hotel.  They must have less than 3 tables in the whole joint.  Great place to have a Guinness though.

I'll try to steal internet access again to update, but if I don't get any luck....Cheerio!

back again...T-Joh's back....tell a friend...
Hello dear wagglers!  Just stopping by to check in.
So far, life has been uneventful.  Other than a load of schoolwork waiting for me after the University of Arizona tournament, and a couple balls that I donated to the cacti plains, nothing much has happened.
Our walk-ons have been telling people at school that the reason we played so horrifically was because we got food poisoning from El Pollo Loco...but that's a complete fallacy.  It was actually more from me trying to hit a left handed punch shot out of a bush from in between two rocks and proceeding to whiff the ball 4 times.  Yes, it was lovely.
But now that the Wildcat tourney is in the past, we look forward with optimism to the UCF tournament in Orlando.  The top 5 teams will all be there, and we've decided to lay off the El Pollo Loco for a while =)
Wish us luck!

What a fantastic week.  And I'm not just referring to the delectable bowl of noodles I had with my assistant coach.  Although that in itself can pretty much brighten someone's day.

I finally got a new driver. A 9.5 degree Taylormade Burner that I've decided to name "Mac." (Ha Ha, get it? Burner/Bernie Mac?)I may call him Mac Daddy if he treats me well on the tee.

I got "the call" from the USGA.  They told me to keep it confidential until further notice, but I'm guessing by the Golfweek report, that further notice has been given.  And Yes, I WILL be sending the USGA a muffin basket.  Just not poppyseed--in case USGA officials start getting drug tested too.

And two weeks into the quarter, I've gotten my books for my classes...which is about three weeks earlier than usual. (Yes, I'm such an academic stud...studying seems so much easier when I get the books before midterms...what a concept!)

I'm anxiously counting down the days until I get to go "Down Unda'" with my good "mate" Alison Whitaker. Poor girl is sitting next to me the whole way from Los Angeles to Sydney. Luckily I'm bringing Jenga and maybe cheese puffs.

The only thing that could possibly bring me down is school work...Oh Sweet Nibblets! Which reminds me: Stats quiz tomorrow!

T-Joh OUT!

I originally signed up for the Harder Hall in an attempt to prove myself worthy of a spot on the Curtis Cup team that will be picked the week after the South Atlantic Ladies Amateur next week.

Little did I know about the week I was in for, after booking a last-minute flight and host family, since I got in from eighth on the waiting list.

I took a redeye to Orlando on New Years Eve. Go figure - my clubs got lost somewhere between Los Angeles and Orlando.

After recovering the clubs two hours later, I rented a PT Cruiser-like vehicle and trucked it down to Sebring. Maybe I trucked it a little too hard - a cop pulled me over, and asked for my license and registration, whereupon I burst into tears and proceeded to cry myself out of a speeding ticket. I'm actually quite proud. I never thought of myself as that type, but I definitely rose to the occasion.

One would think this would be enough excitement for one blog entry. However, the third day of the tournament, I went into the bathrooms after playing five holes and left my driver next to our 5th tee box. Two holes later, I realized I had forgotten it, and raced back in a cart to retrieve it. No luck.

As I hyperventilated and asked various spectators if they had seen it, 2006-2008 Curtis Cup Captain Carol Semple Thompson was teeing off and I'm sure I made a great impression, with my hair disheveled and shirt untucked.

I never did get my driver back, and ended up playing the remaining 13 holes trying to skull-draw my 3-wood (I still had 3-woods and rescues into the rest of the par fours).

Later, I ended up borrowing a driver from a nearby golf shop to use the final day. So R.I.P. Spike, wherever he may be. Can we all bow our heads for a moment of silence?

T-Joh OUT.

(Editor's note: Tiffany finished tied for fourth.)

Hola amigos!  I realize that my postings on waggleroom are about as consistent as the whims of Tila Tequila- and for this, I apologize.

The final weeks of the quarter have been a long respite from golf...I have yet to touch the clubs in two and a half weeks, in part due to scrambling for finals and in part due to an attack of viral meningitis, which I am still getting over. I am currently in Westwood, yes for the first week of my winter break I am still at UCLA taking my finals a week late-courtesy of a note from the UCLA Emergency Medical Center.

My 21st birthday was a blast, to say the least, a John Mayer Concert surprise (thanks to Maria Jose) was accompanied by a pre-birthday dinner with Jane Park (who, by the way turned 21 on the 15th)...unfortunately, the rest of the evening was spent in the fetal position taking painkillers. (Gracias, Meningitis).

Anyways, I hope to give you all better updates come the New Year.  Happy Holidays! Ho Ho Joh!

P.S. If anyone else is in the same predicament as me, and is trying to procrastinate during the Holidays, elfyourself.com is a fantastic site which enables you to cut out faces of you and your friends and paste them onto dancing elves.  It is a hoot!

P.P.S. I would do the fantasy golf thing, if I could.  According to Coach, I would be violating some NCAA rule...petty, I know.

This is T-Joh once again reporting for duty.  This last couple of weeks have been pretty uneventful, other than the back-to-back-to-back all nighters I pulled for Econ 2.  Actually I probably tore out more than 30 pages of Econ notes and folded them into mini origami cranes and boats, rather than actually studying the notes.

I digress--my main objective for this post is to give some updates on my schedule for the next couple of months.  Although the UCLA fall season is wrapped up after the Hawaii tournament, the winter is a good chance to wind down,make some game changes, and maybe play a tournament or two.  
I have the Silver Belle Arizona tournament coming up  end of December, followed by (hopefully) the Harder Hall Invitational in Florida--I'm about 6th on the waiting list for this tournament and hopefully 5 people will drop out due to a mysterious case of food poisoning, if all goes to plan (I kid! I kid!)
End of January, I fly "Down Under" for the Australian Women's Open.  Although I planned on staying another extra week for the ANZ Ladies Masters, apparently there's some disgusting ritual in school called midterms, as well as the Winter opener for UCLA golf-the Northrup Grumman Regional Challenge at Palos Verdes Golf Club.  Anyways, hope to have something exciting/interesting to write about real soon!
TJOH OUT!

for the extended delay. ... once again, the T-Joh shirks her duties as cyber-geek =) Just kidding Stu! I'm sure you were uber cool and popular in high school (cough cough) =)

Anyways, I think I have good reason to have not been updating, seeing as though I've been living the gypsy golfer life for 3 weeks straight.  

The Stanford tournament...well let's skip that one.  The only part we need to share is that the Bruins did NOT do well, and the T-Joh had to ride to San Fransisco Airport with the Blue Devils.  Not that Coach gave me the boot, but UCLA was flying out of San Jose, and I had to catch a flight to Houston with Blu.  To my astonishment, the did NOT strap me to the roof with bungee cords, in fact I had a blast sharing cupcakes with Alison Whitaker, and fondling Jennie Lee's ponytail.  

The Spirit was held at Whispering Pines and the contestants all stayed in cabins on the campsite.  Yes, cabins...that means bunkbeds, trees, public showers and NO CELL PHONE RECEPTION.  It was pretty much an LA girl's worst nightmare.  But once I got over the oodles of nature and girl scout camp flashbacks, it wasn't half bad.  They had some fun activities like Luau night, Kareoke night, Western night, fishing, ping-pong, you name it...and once in a while, we played a little golf too.  I have to admit, the highlight was getting into a sumo suit and sumo wrestling Blu.  Not only did she beat me, she absolutely humiliated me.  I'm talking belly-flop, wedgie throw, backflip status.  Seriously, not only does she have to have a perfect GPA, and be the best collegiate golfer in the nation, she has to be great at sumo-wrestling too...the ONE thing that I thought I could beat her at...I am asian afterall, it should be in the genes...Speaking of genes, Momma and Poppa Joh finally answered for all those watching, why Tiffany is so uncoordinated, as they played foosball with Poppa Blu and Captain Alli Jarrett. Let's say the Joh duo looked like 2 Baboons trying to program HDTV.

Blu and I didn't quite ham and egg it like we wanted to, we counted a double the first day with best ball and oodles of bogeys over the course of the next three days.  Our team (Us+Peter Uihlein and Cory Whitsett) ended up 3 strokes short of England.  The boys and Blu played solid, unfortunately the T-Joh wandered the woods looking for her balls and admiring the vegetation instead of sinking birdies on the last day. Still the week was a blast and I will forever be singing the Olympia camper of the day song in the shower. (Sadly, I'm NOT kidding.)

Right after the Spirit, I embarked on the 9.5 hour journey to Honolulu, Hawaii.  My face is still chapped from the 35 mph winds that battered our team for 54 holes.  The traveling coupled with the fact that my South African roommates at the Spirit had some strange cough, left the T-Joh a not-so-happy and sick camper.  After the 36 holer the first day, the 18 hole shotgun start seemed to last forever.  Coach started circling with her cart and slipping me milky ways and snicker bars to get me through the round, even then, I sat down  between every shot, even the putts, since afterall, reading greens is TOTALLY overrated. =)

Anyways, Wednesday night we took a red-eye back to L.A., and I realized that going to class straight from the plane is just about the worst form of torture that Satan can inflict on someone.  Whew! This was a marathon.  I'm going to let y'all chew on this one for a while. T-Joh OUT!

Once again, I come pathetically crawling back to the Dub-room after a long hiatus.

How can I possibly condense the last month into a short paragraph interesting enough to hold the attention span of a squirrel with ADHD:

• The Stanford tournament is this week, afterwards I hitch a ride with the Duke team to the San Fransisco Airport, since my team flies out of San Jose, and I embark for the Spirit Int'l with Amanda Blu. They're going to try to fit in two coaches, 5 team-members, one individual and the T-Joh.  Lord help me if they decide to strap me to the roof with bungee cords.
  
• I fly straight from Stanford->Texas->Hawaii.  I miss 12 days of school, 2 midterms, 2 quizzes and the Cal football game.
  
• It's 1:57AM and I'm writing a waggleroom entry.  How dedicated am I?
  
• Lorena won---again.
  
• I hate Macroeconomics, especially at 2 in the morning.

Vanderbilt Video sans the bad words.

To the three waggleroom peeps who couldn't see the video...sorry, I realized that I used an unedited version of the song "Remember the Name." (I'm such a rebel...I know.)

Anyway, here's a clean version, so yes...it is G rated, and you can feel free to watch it with your pet hamster and a large pack of Uh-Oh oreos, if it suits your fancy.