Our First Day: Tennis

Sweat. Dirt. Dust. Torn Shoes. That's what happens when you try your very very darndest. Lol.
First casualty of the day goes to..my shoes. Which according to our resident photographer extraordinare is way past it's life span already.
Haih. Time to fork out another 3oo bucks for a pair of shoes which lasts another 3 years. But all in all a hundred a year ain't half bad though.



Anyhoo, we decided to play anyways. More ball catching for me actually. Love the sound of ball hitting that stringy thing round the racket. Lol. Thwarp! Smack! Bang!


Tippy toes.


Come on..come on..come on.


Too high..too low.



I had a fairy tale moment when, at one point in one of the photos above..i tippy toed in the air. Yes, i hear most of you sigh..how unbecoming of me. Well, let's not embarass me alone here..there were obviously others.. :)


Lynn was the only one who didn't knock the ball OUT of the court.


Serve here in the middle not to the right..!


Let me show you what I'm made of. Tengok spin aku!


Makcik..tolong ambik bola tu. Thanks!


He took his shoes off and still managed to beat the crap outta us.


The man with the badminton plan. Nizam, Naem's brother smiling at the way his younger sibling served the ball.

Comments

Anonymous said…
hahaha..the pics looks great..we actually look like professionals apart from wut actually happend..penat kutip bola!cant wait for next sunday
8:53 PM
iDAN said…
semua nyer nampak semput
..kabut la lu orang....whuahwahuwha
4:26 PM
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