reconnecting with the stick

it was 6+pm, and we just got back from church. i was just relaxing at the piano when sharon started kicking a football around. she must have been feeling rather 'on the ball' because she then went into the storeroom to dig out the hockey stick bag, and decided to try her hand at juggling the ball. she looked like she was having a lot of fun so i decided to join in. dug out the other stick and we started playing around in the house, dirtying the floor in the process (mummy wasn't home yet, you see...)

then we started to get ambitious. so we went out to the lift landing so that we could actually do some hits (which required a full swing of the stick backwards). it was fun. there was a familiar touch to everything, tho of cos we weren't as skillful as before. neither was prancing around in our sunday wear (minus shoes plus slippers) very complimentary to the sport. since karen was never in hockey, she was the photographer. she did a pretty good job too, considering how i'm a complete failure at juggling the ball, and how she caught a perfect shot of the ball some height above my stick! (yes that was an illusion and sharon won't let me forget how hopeless i was)


me and my TK stick...

sharon and her grays stick

some sort of cross between a sweep and a hit, haha.

and sharon still remembers how to cushion the ball..

and then she tries and gets ambitious with reverse stick

more juggling.... and acting (on my part)...

and then we got tired so we just decided to take pictures...

ball balancing.

ready, get set, smile...

daddy saw this and reminded that we were in raffles colours. hahaha. how true. it's been years since those green, black, white days...

this is such a BFF photo...

and then we put aside the sticks, and i guess they'll remain in the bag for another ___ years. until another day like this.

in other news, after i changed my msn nick to 'i miss hockey', the boyfriend proceeded to change his nickname to 'Hockey'. haha! he's so funny. (no wonder his columns are more popular than mine...)