Love that smack!

I finally played squash again yesterday! My squash racquet had been hibernating atop my cupboard and grown old with cobwebs and whatever else that died in between the dust.

It became sort of a sports marathon with my brother, though it was not planned that way. We started with trying to bugger off the other with badminton before we were left panting and heading down to the squash courts.

Poor him, he doesn't play squash but was nice enough to let me force him to joining me. Stephen my other brother would never had let me force him do anything. Anyway, I suck at squash. After all this while, I'm clumsy, can't bent and run across the court with heavy thump thump thumps like a baby elephant.

But still the beautiful feeling you get when the ball hits the sweet spot on the racquet is addictive. Addictive enough to keep me bending over to pick up misfired balls and reserving again, and again and again. Until finally, I see an uncle waiting outside my court.

I got out, giving way to him but he insisted I join him. How could I refuse when on an adrenaline rush? Though I know I sucked, very few chances I have to play squash. So I gamely when in, and got whooped by the uncle who was merrily laughing watching me panic at all his drop shots.

Embarassing indeed. But I so would do it again.

Post graduation

Since I have been out of college since before the Cina New Year, I decided not to laze around, and do the things I'd wished to do when I was too busy with assignments.

So no1. I am taking part in a mime that showcases the power of God's love. It's a contemporary type performance, and to be performed on Easter Vigil Night (this Sat) at Assumption church 6pm and 9 pm. Actually, I have to attribute this play to whoever the superbly creative person was who designed the whole thing and plonked it on Youtube. My group of performers were actually inspired by the Youtube thingy and decided we just had to do it- one of the most touching mimes I've watched. Watch it for yourself :


We're trying to practise our mime to make it as realistic as possible, I think we're 80% there. Still have 3 more practices (though I'm skipping one hehe). We were in a lurch cos we had no budgets for lighting (it would cost around RM 600-800), thank God last minute we called someone who allowed us to take his lighting equipment for whatever price we'd like to pay! So hooray, at least our effects part to help with the whole emo feeling is taken care of. Now, just a little bit more prayer and practise, and we may just communicate the message well enough for the congregation to be moved.

no2. I'm playing football. Yes i know the difference between futsal and football. I am playing football. Surprise, surprise. I don't watch football, don't keep up with the scores and the news, have two sticks for legs and I decided to play. Well, I think those of you who know me will know I like to try new stuff. So I think that's the motivation. Plus a very persuasive friend who wouldn't give up calling on me. The whole point of playing football is for our church to form a women's football team for an interchurch game on April 5. Lucky us, women's football so far only got 4 teams hahahah.

Post-graduate-Unemployment is great.
The next time I go for both practises, I'll remember to snap some pix.

Voting and Voters

I went to Hannah Yeoh's ceramah last week. I am surprised I did. It was only the last election where I couldn't care less. But I know why I did this time. It was her face. Fresh young. Could she lead? It was the fact that she was headprefect from my previous school, SMK Subang Utama
(wah, proud-nya).
So I wanted to give her a chance. Hear what she has to say. And she did not dissapoint.
Yes she can lead, she said in her speech she was aware of all those questioning her abilities as a young woman. (She's 29) Her speech was well presented, no use of derogatory language (which other politicians are so fond of) , no broken English. No mindless jokes and no coffee shop talk.

I remembered a few lines that struck me.
'I am young but I am clean'
'I was ELECTED to the post of headprefect and at 16 years old managed 2000 students in my school'
and a lot more concerning Subang Jaya's useless development. I am sure you're familiar with our stupid goldenbird statue and million ringgit 'park' situated at a roundabout so we can all take in the carbon-monoxide air and enjoy the tranquility of irate car drivers horning.

Happy voting to my friends who have registered. To those who have not but feel the chagrin of their mistake now, not too late. You can still play mind games and influence other voters :)

by candlelight

For god knows what reason, there was a sudden blackout last night. As I was driving home alone, I was quite surprised my sis called to volunteer to come home with me and help me open our auto-gate manually. Whoa..moments of kindness like that from her are really treasured.

Since she had tapau-ed some supposedly superb tasting nuggets from SS15's burger stall (near the market), she needed light to eat. We tried switching on all our rechargeable lights but just our luck none of them flickered on (I suspect my family used them dry before heading to bed).

Thus began our hunt for candles, guided by the humble glow of our handphone lights. We dug up plain tealight candles, christmas candles, candles given during birthdays, teacher's day candles and more fancy candles which we do not recall its significance. It was quite a sight after lighting close to ten candles of various shapes and colours around the house. And mind you, all the candles were even placed in all sorts of cute candle holders.

All I could say after sitting on the couch and taking in the flickering lights are 'whoa... veli lomantic wor'. Amazing what a dreaded blackout and some carefully kept candles over the years can do.

Comfort fooood

Don't you just love soggy cereal?
I know I do
Let em soak till goey
Lose their crunch
Absorb the milk
Just like sponge

Don't you just love soggy cereal?
Not just for breakfast,
But after lunch, dinner
and before bed
While drooling over
Grey's Anatomy's cast
While writing this silly thing
My debut to my soggy koko krunch