watching an exciting roland garros mens' third round match between monfils and nalbandian brings back my tennis-ing days.
yes. my parents wanted to put me in sport, so i did tennis for a few years. dad liked it coz i could do a few volleys with him; mum loved to dress me up in too-short white skirts and funky visors. i was only 7, maybe? as for me, i wanted the newest dunlop rackets like my peers but instead received an andre agassi one. i wasn't too thrilled.
i remember my coach not-so-fondly. somehow i associated him with draconian tactics with a subterfuge of a cheeky smile. but at least lessons were quite fun as i had 3 cousins and a few other familiar neighbours to joke around with, buy ice cream after the lesson and giggle with. something we looooved to talk about was our coach's tupee. hurhur.
monfils and nalbandian are still battling the same égalité-avantage-égalité-avantage-égalité point.
yes. my parents wanted to put me in sport, so i did tennis for a few years. dad liked it coz i could do a few volleys with him; mum loved to dress me up in too-short white skirts and funky visors. i was only 7, maybe? as for me, i wanted the newest dunlop rackets like my peers but instead received an andre agassi one. i wasn't too thrilled.
i remember my coach not-so-fondly. somehow i associated him with draconian tactics with a subterfuge of a cheeky smile. but at least lessons were quite fun as i had 3 cousins and a few other familiar neighbours to joke around with, buy ice cream after the lesson and giggle with. something we looooved to talk about was our coach's tupee. hurhur.
monfils and nalbandian are still battling the same égalité-avantage-égalité-avantage-égalité point.
Labels: memory lane
Post a Comment