So I was down at Malacca for a brief trip not too long ago, obviously, one of the reasons was to stroke balls !!
In case there are a few of you who just joined this humble blog, stroking balls simply means, TENNIS.
This time, instead of just me stroking balls, I get the chance to witness a team of tennis players having rigorous training for their coming game (ok I know I am so outdated) in the SUKMA 2008. Therefore, armed with Ollie, I snapped some shots. Shooting sports during sunset, was a bad, bad idea.
THE FOLLOW THROUGH
Picture note: That dude is Mike Lau, friend of my dear friend Frederick.
Alright, I was not that enthusiastic in the first place, since my hand was already itchy to get myself into some action. I did not just go all the way to Malacca to snap some pictures, I went all the way to play some tennis too.
Tennis was great, and uber-fun, though I was totally unfit after so many months of non-sports period. My strokes were all jumbled up, but hey, even so I still had an awesome time, being out there in the open, chasing green balls bouncing around, and the best part was HITTING the ball HARD back across to the other court.
You know the feeling when you get to position the ball the way you planned exactly? You got to try it to know it. It is incredible. Only people who stroke balls would understand this.
Gosh, I am so in need of some stroking balls sessions soon, of I will die of some weird disorder or something.