Saturday, 19 August 2017

The Fun Run

Hi friends

Today (19/08/ 2017) I did something out of the ordinary, that which can help break life monotony. You know what. I took part in the 5 km Fun Run

I have been exercising extra hard in the past week to make sure that I have enough stamina to finish the run and the most important is  . . . not to finish last hehe.

I was a little worried too because recently I faced some health issues and fear that still, what if I tergolek on the track!

Everything turned out well. Unnecessary worry, unlike my other family members who were so full of enthusiasm. In fact my sister my niece and my hubby were among those who finish earliest. Congratulations to them.

Me? Okey. I completed!

My daughter was with me throughout the run, escorting me. She would have finished earlier too if she wanted but preferred to tag along with me ( was she worried about me) Joining in was just for fun anyway.

Ahh let me congratulate myself for not finishing last hehe.

I was happy that I did not get chickened out and retreat and stay back. I was thinking about that possibility yesterday. I would have missed the opportunity to experience what is it like to be running and walking along with so many people in a race, that is if you can call it a race.. It was such a big crowd. It was so much different from walking alone.

Happiness is . . .burning calories

If you were wondering what event was that, it was the Larian Sukan SEA held  in Putrajaya . They have the fun run so that ordinary people like you and me can also participate .

Would I join such an activity again in the future, Yes I would.

Don't just stand by the side and just look on.

Stay active stay healthy and be happy.

Bye . . .

Friday, 18 August 2017

Shall We Not Learn

Rising temperature
Smoldering fire
And losing culture
Shall we not learn from nature
See the birds there
Feather of the same color
Flocking together
Perched on the tree and on the wire
Conveyed in their chatter
Perhaps about the weather
I don't see them pecking at one another
And no fierce scratching either
But only picking out dirt from a friend's feather
That gentle squabbles in courtship behavior
So very soon settled
Talons and claws
Are meant for intruders

Monday, 14 August 2017

Hitting It Harder


My left hand tossed it high, my right hand swinging to strike it down hard. I have learnt to do it right. And sometimes I would produce an ace 😤 much to the chagrin of my opponent whom I know most time would underrate my ability 😏.

Ouch . . . why this time I missed the ball. The racket weighted my right hand until it hurts.

Awakened suddenly, my right arm was hurting.

It was all about yesterday's tennis. The excitement got carried into my sleep.

Hey don't pass me as a standard six student writing an imaginary composition titled I dream of tennis.

This  I am telling is true. My arm really hurt. I know the reason. I slept like a log, being so tired. I am more comfortable sleeping on the right than lying on the left. My arm could have been compressed throughout the night. Lying on the left would not take me to a good sleep. Feel heavy. Could it be because of my big heart. My chest x-ray was reported as, likely cardiomegaly.

Ah lets talk about a more exciting matter than on what that can make you worry.

Yeah about yesterday's game that found its way into my sleep hehe.

The game can find its way into my dream? I am not a child, say whatever, but yes yes. Too interesting or too frustrating to forget, sometimes.

I love tennis . So are my gang here. Nobody should speak down to us insinuating that tennis is not for the old and the haggard (😒😠). Respect yea, we are seniors (read old).

Tennis is in our blood. One of my tennis friends even said he is okey if he is fated to die at the tennis court. We have been playing for so many years already and will continue to play while we still can.

Back to yesterday's game.

Earlier in the day it was raining hard. The club informed that the court was not playable when queried. Some of us the real hard core kaki tennis just went without thinking about the court being wet.

Since we, me and three other friends were already there we insisted on playing . The grounds man gave in but told us to only use old balls. Alright . . .Gleefully we went in.

Yes the court surface was still wet but the water had seep down. There was nowhere water ponding seen. The court has good drainage. The surface is of artificial turf and it has been properly built and maintained and was sanded just recently. There was no fear of it to be slippery. The condition was playable except that the ball would get wet hence we were not given new balls.

We were okey with the old balls. Used tennis balls, that is.

In the beginning it was alright we started hitting, smooth and effortless. As the game progressed the ball soaked up the water and became heavier. The ball bounce was kind of slow. You need to move faster to get to the ball and make adjustment in your stroke.

Sometimes the adjustment made was not good enough. You see we are just ordinary players . . .

It was hard to play when the ball became heavier. So try to compensate by hitting harder. If from the base line, you need to put more force on your grounds stroke. If too much you would send the ball out. Tennis is a game of skill not only about physical strength.

The lob ball would not go high and spinning. Opponent would be able to smash the ball back into your court. Nothing you can do in return but to just look in dismay.

Even the volley wouldn't be effective as the oncoming ball may also be slow and lame. If  you are real good at the net then only you can volley the ball beautifully back into the opponents's court.

And those who like to surprise and trick the opponent with a cunning slice would not be able to do so with finesse on a wet ball. Most time the ball will get caught in the net. ( By the way, I call this a coward shot).

With all the problems yesterday's game was tiring yet exciting. The friend who chose to nap would surely feel regret when she got my message. Purposely made her feel sore hehe.

Everyone worked hard at the game, cooperating well with their doubles partners, all so focused in trying to execute good shots and less of errors. At times there were bursts of laughter. At times, disputed line calls.

Me, I just enjoy the game. I love playing at the base line hitting cross court or down the line or strike a short and sharp shot to the sideline. Feel the satisfaction of getting the killing shot landed right on the line yeahh! A winner, undisputed.

Sending shots far to the back of the opponent requires good technique and strength and if the ball is wet you got to really whack. And to the one who underrate me I whack harder still huh!

Perhaps, yesterday, it was too much of whacking but less of skill and strategy, hence my aching arm . . .

I think I need to be away from the tennis court for a while to give my arm a rest.

I would go look for my avian friend instead . . .

The silhouette. Can you spot the kingfisher?

Whoever plays tennis will surely agree  that it is a good sport. For ordinary people like me it is not so much about competing though no doubt you want to win when you play. I have been playing since young but I never get bored with this sport.

It is just that playing tennis makes me happy.

"Keep calm and play tennis"

Bye . . .

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Sunday Morning Musings


Here I have a few pictures taken on the last Sunday morning.

A beautiful morning is not a time to be missed and not a time to be slaving away in the kitchen, washing sweeping or mopping. All that can wait. The cheery morning can last for just so long as the sun would soon be strong and the heat unbearable. Or may be it could suddenly change to cloudy and then raining hard. So enjoy while the weather is fine.

So there on that fine Sunday morning I walked around and randomly pointing my camera here and there but my mind was still thinking about the yesterday's happenings.

It was a joyous Saturday. But then the joy I felt did not just come from nowhere. It had to be sought. Life would just stand still if you don't make a move. Hence my endurance sitting in the car for more than eight hours(to and fro) of travelling in the same day.

It was a family event.  Greetings and handshakes. Smiles and  hugs. Jokes and laughter and sharing stories. And of course food, food and more food. A time to gather when there is opportunity.

From far and near we went there.

All for the bubbly little fellow.

An alqiqah cum berendoi for him. Welcome little one!

If I had not made my presence there I wouldn't get to feel the warmth and joy of being with them. I would have missed the meeting of brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, cousins and the members of the third generation. And not to forget the besans. We are 'originally' four siblings but now the relatives and in laws had the usually quiet house overfilled . . .

It was fun to mingle, talking aloud and telling family stories that had no ends. Problems were pushed away to the back of your mind. Bring out only the good points and happy tales after all not everyday you are on such a joyful mood . . . but then . . . not everyone was behaving likewise.

I noticed some older members tend to be quiet but wise words poured out when speaking out their minds.

Those in their fifties appeared worrisome and showed concern when picking their food.

Some in their forties seemed never to care and belly laughed their way to a good spread as they were being cautioned. Who cares about diet at a time like this . . .

There were also some serious discussions among the young on challenges in study and work life but there was also sigh of relief of overcoming so much of obstacles and survived to see that all the sacrifices had paid off.

Yes of course it takes a lot of dedication and sacrifice to reach the absolute pinnacle of academic achievement . . .

A role model for the youngsters in the family

And the kids . . . oblivious to worldly problem  . . . the most happy.

And what does the future hold for the bubbly little baby in the handsomely decorated crib?

Ah . . . I  shouldn't lose myself in the rejoice of yesterdays or into thinking about the future of which I have no control . . .

Stay in the present . . .

A bee eater waiting to catch a flying insect

So that was it, picture of a beautiful Sunday morning.

Till next post , bye . . .