OLD FLAME

Dear Diary,

Oh, hello! Gosh, Diary, I get to play tennis again. Rather rusty strokes but altogether, fun game. I think I will have to start dragging my 2 poor kids to the tennis court again soon. I bought them their first tennis racquets when the racquets, if you tilt them up, are literally "taller" than the kids themselves. Just in the hope that I can have them replace my old tennis buddies, Sue, Fid, Dilin ...
Truthfully, I was merely fairly good at it, but for some reason, I always had fun and feel good whenever I'm at it. The sound of the tennis ball bouncing and "popping" whenever it hits the racquet right, is a source of sudden happiness, the manufacturer of a swift glee, and a catalyst to an effective destresser. I don't know, but it has those effects to me since day one.
Coincidentally, I was rummaging through my old books and stuff yesterday for some lousy termite-buster situation, and guess what I found ~ the old translucent medal I got during one of the tournaments - "Karnival Sukan Northern Consortium of United Kingdom (NCUK) 1996, Johan, Tennis Campuran". And here I am at my long abandoned Blog, itching to write something about my old flame.
Obviously, it still has got some fiery flaming effect on me! hahaha ...

~ When one can't play with the Stars, they can just have fun with the Moon – both belong to the sky anyway... !!! hahaha..