old course - go and go

"are you retired?"

"no, not yet. i'm in the board of directors of a few companies and also running my own company."

from the hand-shake with him, he knew him to be someone sensitive and cautious; the handshake was soft and his palm was sweaty.

the x-mp who got himself to the newspaper for a big argument with a top civil servant, acted like a boss; he walked the course while delegating the job of buggy driving to his fren.

it was a 9-hole, because after the three-day long holiday, everybody was getting quite restless, without a game of golf. so he called his fren and his fren called him to have a 9-hole.

his old trolley was damaged when his fren drove the buggy over its wheel. he had to call for a buggy instead.

the front pair of teenage gals took their sweet time in putting, the x-mp got agitated and shouted at them to move faster. instead they gave up playing the last 2 holes.

after the game, the x-mp bot them drinks, and ta-pau home seafood fried-rice, as his maid was not working that day, and he tipped the waitress an angpau.

"you know, playing golf must have some betting, then every shot counts and become interesting." the x-mp said.

his fren said, "i agree."

but he said, "for me, golf is just exercise, no need to get so uptight about losing or winning."

"agree, it's exercise, but must have some motivation. betting puts the mind right in wanting to go for it."

"not for me, exercise for me means not going for it rather letting it go!"