Every year...

I should have listened to my mama when she told me to be an engineer.

Every year we find ourselves in this situation on the last day of golf coverage. Except that this time, my Canon camera has died on me. There's no way it will switch itself on. My socks are soaked and so are my shorts. That's us, Straits Times, EPA, and Reuters standing on the 11th fairway with nowhere to run too. Thank God for one or two kind souls that were willing to part with their spare umbrellas. Having said that, it was too late for one of my camera bodies.

The perks of the job huh?