My dad and i toured the lakes course today.

The greens were much much smaller, the professional tees pulled back and the fairways shaped more interestingly. I liked it.

Because it was still undergoing renovation works, all the roads weren't exactly paved yet, so where the road were still mud tracks, the buggys had difficulty going through them.

My dad's buggy got stuck on the our fourth hole. Uncle Vincent was trying to show daddy the new black tee, so he slowed down. And his buggy sunk into a mud patch. My dad got out and started walking the course. My dad's bodyguard, the course marshal and Uncle Vincent had a wet time trying to get the buggy out. Heh.. I walked with my dad.

My dad said that when we get ourselves stuck in things, we should start moving.

But what if i like getting stuck.

What if I don't want to move?

The jar's half full
I can't be bothered to count
yet.