Rekindling Passion

Spent Tuesday night with a new bunch of people at MSN Complex, Section 6, Shah Alam after a hot pursuit of Kak Jam’s convoy on NKVE (pity the old Honda and Sab’s Gen2 which gave quite a chase to the #36 Rav4).

There we were, at 730pm in a very much run-down sports complex that resembles House of Wax made up town. Kak Jam and Sab went off to prayers as Lyn and myself scoured an entrance to the netball court in the dodgy + creepy + cold + dark gymnastic gym. We didn’t find anything other than the hair that keeps on standing behind our necks. As bimbo-ish as possible, the court was actually situated right in front where we parked our cars in the “Dewan Tempur” which we so smartly thought was a Silat court dush, tumbuk sket sebab budus

That was the first time I mixed with a group of men who plays netball. Yep, men. Like real men. Yep yep yep. I’m still in disbelief as I still cannot fathom the fact that was plainly presented right in front of my eyes. No, they are not Scottish men who enjoys walking around in commando kilts.. but Malaysian men. Yep, playing netball. Yep yep. And pretty awesome – I mean both words literally! Yep, pretty… and yep, extremely awesome. tear…tsk tsk... gosh they were so good! Should see them move and dodge and catch and throw and hold and shoot and score and defend and on and on and on… sigh… tear.. tsk tsk…

I’ve never thought netball as a social sport, whereby players play without the objective to compete. You see, you’d need a total of 14 players to play the full court, the full game (but flexi is as flexi gets, pepandai lah). Not like basketball, badminton, pool, golf.. you can play for fun. I thought to play netball, you have to have the exact number, referees, time keeper, and all the formalities. Aiyo… was I wrong. It was all sooo much fun last night… like, LALALALALA!

Although I’m not a pro with netball, I owe a lot to this particular sport which I have learned to play since a Pendidikan Jasmani fight at the age of 10 between 4 Putih and 4 Coklat. It was on the field I learned to follow as well as to lead. I made friends and acquaintances. It was through the rain and shine that I stood tall and hit rock bottom. Rekindling passion after so long made me quite content, even more to see men playing it. Oh my god.. they were soooo cute!!! Me gonna take piccies to share later…

Hehe

Better bargain? Leave mine as it is I guess

Kids are such a bundle of joy. They bring in their cute laughter, giggles and innocent facts. They also bring the tears that the adults are so eager to wipe away. Adults are too eager to please the kids, that they’d talk baby language and act out baby signs. Grandmas and grandpas are excited to record home videos of little grandchildren hopping around in the garden whilst the moms and dads are more than happy to let go of their twinkle twinkle little rugrats to the elders. Everybody was a kid once... you should know.

Probably that’s what mom and dad used to think about their children back then. Kids are all grown up.. can think on their own.. and talk back. Not so much of laughter and giggles unless they come from some sarcastic non-D&I jokes. Tears that role down are from reminiscing past memories as well as distant futures. Could also be from the dire exchanging of words of mother-daughter, father-mother, brother-sister, grandmother-father, auntie-cousin, auntie-mother, father-daughter and it goes on and on and on. The little rugrats have grown up to be total rats I presume. Almost all kids will grow up... diffrently though... too bad not everybody would know this.

It has dawned upon myself that I shall reach the age of deux dozen this coming weekend. I have yet to sign any proclamation of independence and I often wonder how far ahead am I from having certain individuals to understand that I am fit to stand and provide far better than the others that they deem so great. I marvel at the notion I am still under subject of spot checks which I thought ended at the age of Puan Salbiah, my form 3 class teacher (who endlessly tried to throw me in the ditches despite my true innocence) I question so many speculations that was made upon myself by people who I think should know me better than anybody. So I doubt that I am actually 24 – with the degree, the job, the responsibility, more importantly, the brain. To certain individuals, I am merely 10. I have put past the name callings and also “spill ur guts out on the streets” period just so I can maturely be patient about these topics. Take a deep breath I say, but it doesn’t work all the time. At those time, I need to take more than just one long one..

Falling back onto the reality that kids are only enjoyable when they are kids and not when they are grown up.. is not a reality for everyone after all. Their kids are more enjoyable when they are bigger as mature conversations can be bartered for companionship of one another. My little family is a garang bunch of people… like really garang. Most of us are tall as well. But again, I wonder again and again as my curiosity expands as I get to know other people, which reality does my little family fits in?

Well, get to know the Halins then.. :P

Adik-Boy!!!!

Don't know what time but it was today, Kak Fara gave birth to a healthy baby boy, who i will call Adik Boy cause I'm their awesome Chu Iza!! Oh yes I am!!

Anyways, piccies will come by later. Kak Fara said giving birth was ok.. simple je. There was pain initially but then no more.. Cool huh?! I have no idea what the name is for this little wonder... alamak... hmm.. nanti my son nama Adam.. Azifa.. dua tu mesti. The rest suka hati bapak dia... :)

Now I have 3 nephews and 1 niece
Abang - Adik - Adik Boy
Ciput

Especially for Naze

Saya sayang Nadzri... Naze lah satu2nya kawan saya yang tinggi, hitam, kurus (dah montel sket) serta berjiwa setia. Orang lain takde.. Naze sorang sajer. Sorry Naze sebab sombong.... muah muah muah.................

Bored @ 1054am @ CBJ

Kuala Lumpur, August 05, 2007 – An army of Johor plate numbers invaded the Kuala Lumpur and Selangor area last weekend. An array of Wira, Perdana and Kancil with a few Hyundai Getz and Nissan Sentra were seen parading their proud “JXX 1234” around in our streets. One could also sometime spot Malacca and Negeri numbers if one is not blinking as these vehicles tend to cilok left and right without giving signals. SIGH * I sound so state-sist * Malu japs..

Piccie time:

Zaidi's makeover - 70s style @ Nexus Dinner.

Fatin before her pregges days - enjoying Kelly and my bums...

Awww.. banyak nyer gambar cute Peacha and BunBun!! MUAHAHA

Getting ready for Annual Dinner.. for babah's sake, i wear seluar panjang and baju besar :D.. HAHAHAHA.. funny kejap...

Lemme try naming them.

Mencangkung from left: Agostos, Azwanita, Fizarella, Ameiroon, IqbalTun, Zaiham-ahem ahem.

Standing from left: Lizawati, Fizzylicious, Sabuntal, Mosheenwah, Fatin Boyot, Noreenorr, Queen Nishah, Pink Kitty, WeeKeePeeDeeA, Sassy Ecah, Wilson da Man, gf Zaiham, gf Wilson....