Raindrops are falling on my head

Dear Readers,

I woke up feeling grey, and had this huge anticipation that things will not go right today. There was a problem with my telephone line, so I had to call the telco company, and the waiting music?

Was my favourite, Burt Bacharach’s Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head. Honestly? I have no idea why they would play that song for customers on hold, maybe its a subliminal brainwashing, as in “nothing is worrying you…”

But anyhoo. Was working at the office today, when I clumsily stepped on the wire, or the table cloth, and everything fell from the table. Everything as in my laptop. And I was like, Noooooooooo!! just like my mirror! And then I picked it up, opened it, and I was actually able to start chatting back with Susie and Grace. But when it came time to shut down, it took forever, as in more than 30 minutes until I just clicked the ‘off’ button.

*hangs head in shame* so now my baby is broken. And I didn’t back up my photos, so I’m a huge failure. I have photos as updated as New Years 2009 in my back up harddrive, and I found photos as recent as Greg’s birthday on the camera. Which basically means, that I’m missing photos from my birthday, which isn’t such a big deal, but still Mom was so disappointed that I did not back up photos like she always asked me to.

And at first, I came home telling Dad, “My computer broke.” And he was like, Oh no, why? What happened? don’t worry I’m sure we can fix it. And Then in the car, I confessed that I know the problem has to be the motherboard because I dropped it in the office, and his response is…Sigh..*shakes head in disapproval*

*sigh*

And you know what, the whole morning I was singing to myself that whole verse from Motown Song:

They wish us luck, But they think we’re just dreaming
Let’s prove them wrong baby. ’cause you know what luck is
Luck is believing you’re lucky
That’s all and showing just a little bit of faith

So much for my belief in lucky-ness!

And as an act of defiance towards this very bad day, when I was walking in the mall, I was singing outloud (quite loud) my favourite line from Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

Because you know what?
*starts to sing* there’s just one thing, I know….the blues they sent to meet me, won’t defeat me!!!! It won’t be long ’til happiness steps up to greet me!

Undefeated!
Stacy

Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.

Dear Readers,

I got this forward from Vic. But I removed the god ones because I didnt think much of them,  there are overall 42 i’m posting here.

My favourite is: “23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.”

Enjoy!
Stacy

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42 Lessons on Life by a 90 Year Old.

To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I’ve ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more.
- By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio

1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.

12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years, will this matter?’

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come.

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift

Whirlwind week – or not.

Dear Readers,

I feel like there are just so many random points during the week that I wanted to blog about, but ended up being glued to the TV, or reading my Monkey King book, that I didn’t set aside time to write.

So it feels like a whirlwind week, when I hardly did anything.

Random incidences this week:

1. I went to a meeting, and somehow my ballpen’s cap was separated from my pen, and the lady in the meeting took it and was fumbling it over and over, like playing with it, twirling it, her fat fingers…it was really really disturbing. I know I shouldn’t be so sensitive, but instead of focusing on the meeting, I was scheming how to get my cap back…

2. I was about to submit a personal ad, but then the magazine I was submitting to, suddenly stopped their personal column. I take it as a sign from the gods that I shouldn’t try that route. But it was good that I was contemplating it, and my ad was so stellar. Who wouldn’t email me? (*yawn*)

3. I think AXN-BEYOND is soon to be my favourite channel, because it airs BUFFY and Xfiles. Today I had a buffy mini-marathon. Woohoo!

4. I’m realising that I am an extremely jealous child. Or that’s the closest way I can describe how I feel. Basically my sister’s bf is always over our house nowadays, and I feel like I’m being brushed aside, and it bothers me. For example, I was working in the study room, when Mom comes in and says “He needs to study here.” and I’m thinking…um..okay..so that means I have to go?? What the ….*grumble*

5. And I commented on one of Dianna’s notes, and she wrote back like, “how have you been? are you in hibernation mode?” and I just felt very “….” when I read that comment and went on with my day. Yes I’m a bloody hermit now and I’m loving it.

6. I just read on my yahoo! news headlines that Farrah Fawcett and Ryan O’Neil were getting married, and I thought, Yay so romantic! And unfortunately she passed away 3 days after that announcement! That is so heartbreaking!

7. About Michael Jackson, its unfortunate that he passed away. And when the news first came out, I was like, no way, he must be alive hiding somewhere. Because come on, it is so weird and random! Think about it, just what…a week or so before a major tour? And what if he went on tour and completely made a flop of himself. What would happen to his image? his history? and the legacy of him? Plus not to mention he was I heard something like 500 million dollars in debt?  So why not, run away from the media, and live the rest of his life in peace, and his legacy going on strong?

I mean this is the same argument as ELVIS IS STILL ALIVE (but technically, maybe by now he’d also be deceased, since he’d technically be..84?)

I used to be the person saying, “oh shuttup, Elvis is really dead! he died of a drug overdose!” and here I am saying “MJ is still alive hiding in some remote island!” Hahah, irony at its best. So yes, I initially thought MJ was alive, and I’m just waiting for him to jump out of the bushes and say in his creepy voice…

“hee hee! Hi Guys! I’m still alive! *white glove waving fanatically*”

Oh shoot, I should be cursed for what I just wrote.  *slaps own hand* Shame on me. But wait, I’m not finished, I saw a random post on wordpress, about MJ still being alive. And there is an amazing poll going out, “Do you think MJ is still alive?”

http://weeklyworldnews.com/headlines/9352/michael-jackson-faked-his-own-death/

And 52% think that he is still alive! whereas 48% actually believe he’s gone!

oh wait! I just checked now its reversed 52% think he is gone, and 48% think that he faked his death. I think it is all about us slowly learning more about how he died, and his health at the time. I heard that he had an injection of painkillers? and if you inject the drugs in your system they are there, and your stomach can’t be pumped. sad sad sad.

But maybe, this whole ‘faked his death thing’  is a testament to how we all feel about him, like how could he die? He is Michael Jackson! Immortal in every way! He is frozen in time, I was a bit shocked to find out he was 50, like MJ = 50? Waah?

But after hearing about his painkiller injection, his anoxeria, and his overall poor health, It is just really really sad! He was a very sad, misunderstood, (perverted too perhaps?) individual. But his music and dancing, and his whole impact on our lives <– super huge.

I spent today, watching some concert clips, and I’m just in awe of his dance moves and performances.  Can I do that? Not like the individual but love his music (love is a strong word here, I’m at the very-like stage) and his legacy?

I love his song jingles, they are so danceable and happy, but have you ever tried to sing along to the tunes? The lyrics are seriously wack. Like for example, I love the song wanna be starting something and there is a part where he sings

You’re a vegetable, you’re a vegetable
Still they hate you, you’re a vegetable
You’re just a buffet, you’re a vegetable
They eat off of you, you’re a vegetable

I remember being in the car with mom and saying, “Mom do you hear that? He is singing, you are a vegetable.”

Bizarre.

It’s sad that he died, and we’ll never know the real story of MJ, because he was a music genius, and he was also wacko jacko. Regardless of his personal life (which I really really despise and he makes me ANGRY!!) his music is phenomenal, so I have to respect him in that respect. (begrudgingly doing so.)

Thanks for stopping by and for reading my rants!,
Stacy

Random cuteness and fun

Dear Readers,

Random cuteness and fun. I love this song, brings back happy childhood memories. 

Rod Stewart’s Motown Song
Bring over some of your old motown records
We’ll put the speakers in the window and we’ll go
On the roof and listen to the miracles
Echo to the alley down below

Let’s dance together just for the night
Let’s don’t worry about the future or nothin’ else
’cause just like the music’s sayin’ you gotta take chances
Go ahead just do it and trust yourself

There’s a soul in the city
Watching over us tonight
There’s a soul in the city
Saying everything’s gonna be all right

So bring over some of your old motown records
We’ll put the speakers in the window and we’ll go
On the roof and listen to the miracles
Echo to the alley down below

They wish us luck
But they think we’re just dreaming
Let’s prove them wrong baby
’cause you know what luck is
Luck is believing you’re lucky
That’s all and showing just a little bit of faith

There’s a soul in the city
Watching over us I swear
There’s a soul in the city
There’s a whole world waiting out there

Listen
I got plans for us
Playing like a skip on a record
Through my head all night long
But when we walk that darkened stairway
And step out on the roof
I know what we’re feeling can’t be wrong

Bring over some of your old motown records
We’ll put the speakers in the window and we’ll go
On the roof and listen to the miracles
Echo to the alley down below

Bring over some of your old motown records
We’ll put the speakers in the window and we’ll go
On the roof and listen to the miracles
Echo to the alley down below
‘let the temptations sing it one time
Bring over some of you old motown records
We’ll put the speakers in the window and we’ll go
On the roof and listen to the miracles
Echo to the alley down below
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Believing I’m lucky and showing a little faith,
Stacy

Being a Bag Lady and the Power of Suggestion.

Dear Readers,

Being a bag lady
On Thursday, I basically rolled out of bed and went to work. Quite literally. No wait, let me emphasise the extreme hidden faux pas in that sentence. I rolled out of bed, and DIDN’T CHOOSE NICE CLOTHES to wear to work. I basically wore my black gym leggings and a black ‘long’-butterfly-cut tshirt. I scrunched up my hair in a bun and wore my brown pokka dot hairband..makeup-less and went to work.

Which is totally fine, especially when I work in a family business, and I don’t get expose to many non-family members. But the problem came when I unexpectedly had to go to the bank, and go grocery shopping. And I thought to myself, “Omg…i’m the bag lady!” The last time I pulled a similar faux-pas was 2 years ago in Singapore, where I didn’t care what I was wearing, wore my red jogging pants, a t-shirt and a jean jacket to class. Denise was so shocked, she said, “omg, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! You look like a nanny!”

haha, so on Thursday, I did it again. Which, sometimes I feel there is some liberation in thinking, “who cares! As long as I’m comfortable with myself I’m feeling great!” Or, “Screw what the fashionistas say! I’m wearing my leggings out!” But at the same time, I feel hideous ugly, and I think to myself, why oh why did I wear this out.

I’ll always remember this quiz from Seventeen Magazine, where they asked,

“Which is the best time to put on makeup?  is it..

A. When you are on a date at an amusement park with that special friend of yours?…or
B.  When you are walking your dog?…or..
C.  When you know you are going to bump into your current crush?

The answer, dear ladies and gents, is letter B.
i.e., whenever wherever you go out, you must look fabulous because you never know who you can bump into.

So thus, my defiance on style ( and common sense), really was a huge shaft to this whole “2009-is-the-year-I’m-going-to-date” theme. Which, by the way, is going nowhere. Partially because, I’m apparently suppose to find someone with similar values, similar tastes? And  if I like being at home, and not going out. Then he also likes being home and not going out. So we are both at our separate homes. And we’ll never meet! Fantastic!

Anyways back to being a bag lady, Thursday really reminded me of my mom’s best friend, Aunt Lily. I don’t want to be Aunt Lily (typically homemaker, who puts everyone before herself, wears her husbands clothes, and ties her hair up in a very retro high pony..hmm..pony-bun.) Argh! Really scary. Will make an effort to never have a bag lady episode again.

The Power of Suggestion
On another note, yesterday morning, I got up, washed my face, and as usual, draped my towel over my full length mirror. Walked away, and the mirror FELL TO THE GROUND, SMASHING INTO MILLIONS OF PIECES. and I was so shocked. Upset and shocked. But as if in some form of denial, I just closed my bedroom door; went downstairs to eat my breakfast, then baked Ma Lai Goh (Chinese steam cake). Only 1 hour later, I walked upstairs with the vacuum cleaner, picked up all the big pieces, hid the mirror from sight, and now all those pieces are hiding underneath my bedside table. I’m hoping to throw it away when nobody is looking.

And as I was cleaning up my mess, I really feel that people like me, we shouldn’t be given expensive full length mirrors. We should be given those sticker mirrors, just like what Barbie gets. Sure, the image is a bit distorted, but it is around there, and I’d be able to get a rough idea of how my outfit looks like. *sigh*

Clumsies like me, we aren’t allowed full length mirrors, nor are we allowed FRAMELESS GLASSES (I broke my pair again last month.) I guess we are doomed to wear those hideous ugly thick rimmed plastic glasses, extremely ugly, but extremely durable. Boo.

And you know how they say, if you break a mirror, you’ll have SEVEN years of bad luck? Forget that! I broke a mirror and I’m not going to have any bad luck because of it! The power of suggestion is so strong, maybe that’s why that superstition lasted so long. Because, If I break a mirror, and the whole day I carry on like, “omg, I broke a mirror, I’m going to have bad luck”  Then I would just be carrying a huge “GIVE ME BAD LUCK!!” energy, and then of course I would get bad luck. (naturally.)

The power of suggestion is killer strong. The other day I was asked to give a tarot reading for a friend. And he is going to start school, worried about his new life, in a new country, new environment. And I have to say, all cards were reversed (not a good). So what I did, was turn the cards over, kinda read the meaning of each card, but put my Stacy-positive-spin on things, and basically said everything he wanted to hear.

I felt like a Thai-fortune teller. It is such an easy profession. Just look into your customers big yearning eyes and guess what things would make them happy, tell them, do all this hoola-hoola nonsense speak and ta da! You get a big tip!

So I basically told him,

Re: Academics: “School will be difficult, but if you work very hard, it will pay off, so remember when exams are hard, or your assignments are tough, JUST DO IT, put all your energy into it, and you will get rewards later.”

Re: Love “Maybe you’ll meet someone in school, but you will also be studying really hard so not sure if you have time for her, but maybe she is your classmate” (CLASSIC)

Re: Life in General “You are going through  a lot of changes now, but you are strong, and will survive”

So cheers to positivity! I hope that that set him in the right direction. Hee hee, I feel so naughty, but at the same time, he has to think positive so that he can make his new life positive.

Maybe I should make a part-time career as a fortune teller in this case, any one up for a reading?
Stacy

Happy Birthday to Rocky

Dear Readers,

Another year has flown by and today I am writing again to say Happy Birthday to Rocky, our first pet.  Rock was a year older than me, so he would be 26 this year. Which is such an unrealistic age for a dog (that’s 182 years old in dog years), but don’t you just wish that pets could live forever with you?

Like daemons in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials, where your pet is actually your soul, and you both communicate and battle through life together.

And I never thought of Rocky as a pet, he was and is my big brother. It would be like, “Rocky!!! *pulling his tail*, let’s go to the playhouse and have some tea!!!” and he would sit next to me, with my dolls and keep me company. 

Playing Dress up with Rocky

 And there was one point where he was an obese monster (100 lbs?) because we fed him all the food we didn’t like secretly under the table. You wouldn’t believe his size for a Labrador Retriever. Imagine the dog’s version of a Biggest Loser candidate.

Jay and I attack Rock for a photo opt during his nap time!

And he travelled with us everywhere, flying to Montreal, and back to HK, back and forth twice. One summer we sent him to the equivalent of FAT CAMP, and he came back trim and fit as a whistle. He survived Heart Worm disease treatment. And enjoyed his life, keeping us company, watching us grow up and being our tag along friend.

We could pull his tail, even put Greg on his back (when Rocky was 10) so Greg could get a ride. I never showered him with kisses, (like I do with Perdy and Gizmo). Rocky would just walk over and slump his body against ours while watching TV, or if we were playing smurfs/GI Joes he would be the moutain our figurines would have to climb.

 

He was very very patient with us...

Sometimes I worry that I will forget about the times we had together. And as Perdy is approaching 12 (Her vet says she will be able to live until 16, despite her heart  condition) deep down I’m really scared that Perdy is going to be just like Rocky, who was very activeand then suddenly old age hit him…and then he deteriorated practically overnight.

When I was growing up, I calculated that the latest I could get married is 18, because Rock would be 19 by then, and MAYBE by some odd miraculous chance, he could attend my wedding. You know, he would be the Ring Bearer, with the ring pillow on his back.

We all love and miss you Rocky, and you are always on our minds and in our hearts.

We really miss your prescence.

Happy Birthday to my big bro Rock!

Feeling incredibly sentimental,
Stacy

Perdy Saves the Day!

Dear Readers,

I haven’t written about Perdy in a long time. But today I just can’t help but really really love her!

Gizmo dazed and confused (taking a nap and then disturbed by the camera)

Ever since we have adopted Gizmo, she has been just a tad insecure, and…for lack of nicer words…a bully. Doesn’t he look the most adorable poor thing in the world?

Incident #1: She is full, and has a few morsels in her food bowl, I’d pick them up and try to feed it to her. Her mouth would be shut tight, and if I manage to pop a food kernel into her mouth, she’d spit it out. <–she is that stubborn. She walks out of the kitchen. Then, Gizmo is standing next to me, so I offer him her food, and out of nowhere, she walks very proudly up to me, pushes him aside and eats all the food in my hand!

Incident #2: Gizmo is so paranoid about eating (because of perdy) that I have to stand near him while he eats. And sometimes, at night, I’m selfish and want to stay in the living room to watch TV, but Gizmo scratches the kitchen door (he is very communicative in that way). So one day, I placed his food bowl in front of the TV, so I can still watch TV, and he can eat (win-win situation). Perdy is sitting underneath a chair about, 1.5 metres away from his bowl? And just as he is about to take a bite to eat, Perdy barks at him from a distance, and he bows and sits down. SO CUTE! (and so sad at the same time!)

Well Incident # 3 happened today.

Incident # 3: One of our aircons had to be fixed. So I had to stand in the room with the 3 aircon men (really sweaty and stuffy. Eeeeeewww) and Gizmo walks in to say hi to me (I’m standing in the inner part of the room) And one of the men ask him over, so Gizmo walks over to him. And the guy is such a psycho! He doesn’t play with Gizmo, he takes his hand and puts it on Gizmo’s back. Not patting him, just placing it there like a clamp. And I find it really odd,  because I see Gizmo trying to move, but not moving. And I think to myself, he must be gripping the poor baby hard! But I don’t know what to say, and I’m a big coward…

Because I’m in a bedroom, with three workers who on the previous day swindled me for 500 baht (The Boss told me he would give me the accessory for free, when they came they insisted on charging me 1,500 baht for the accessory, my maid bargained it down to 500, and today when my assistant called to complain, the boss said, “Really? 500? I told them to give it to you for free. <– Amazing Thailand.)

Anyways, back to the story. Yes I’m a huge coward. Perdy slowly walks into the room, like a lioness prowling. She quickly assesses the situation. You see her eyes look at Gizmo (who is trying to move) and then you see her eyes look at the guy, and she barks and lunges at him! The guy steps back, let’s go of Gizmo and Gizmo goes to run behind Perdy!!!

HURRAY! Perdy saves the day! She didn’t bite him, she just likes to bark and snip. Just to scare people. (she is harmless because all her teeth are grinded down from biting rocks when young.)

She is so sweet and loving! So despite her mean persona, deep down inside she loves Gizmo and looks out for him. So today was a huge revelation, because we discovered Perdy’s dirty secret.

Perdy always has our back. I love you love you love you sweet beautiful Perdy!!!

Speaking of whom, she is giving me the “It’s-so-late-I-want-to-sleep-already” look , so I better get going.

The "It's-so-late-I-want-to-sleep-already" look

Isn’t she beautiful? (in an old lady grouchy sort of way?)

Write soon,
Stacy

I know I’m in my own little world, but it’s ok. They know me here.

Dear Readers,

So I passed on a Salsa night, or a Miami Vice themed-night, for room dancing to my retro/motown playlist with Gizmo and Perdy.

They are both exhausted, which gives me time to revert to multitasking – deskdancing and blogging. Hurray!

I know Andrea will be very disappointed today when I call her and I tell her, “Um, my friday night was spent in my room..” when but I still have 2 fridays , 2 saturdays left to keep to my I-promise-to-go-out-at-least-ONCE-in-June vow I made to her.

Anyways this recluse-thing, it is my stumbling block that I have yet to overcome. I just really don’t feel like going out, and I know I disappoint alot of people – I mean. My one friend – Jeab. Jeab I’m so sorry! Please be patient with me!

In my reflective moods I realise I only have really one friend in Bangkok. And that all my friends are overseas. It is a very depressing notion. And, I didn’t share this before, but as I was saying goodbye to Xinhui, Mark, KL, Cat, Charles, Eileen and Chris (that day they were flying off back to Singapore from HK) I just started to bawl and cry uncontrollably. And they are all like “waah…” And then I think Nelson said some stupid remark like, “Wah look Bangkok is so bad, makes you like this.”

And when they left, I went to a bench and just sobbed for 15 minutes! And alot of passerbys were probably thinking,  ”wow this girl probably just had to part ways with the love of her life…” But then I pulled out my birthday present from Xinhui and Alvin “The Spotter’s Guide to the Male Species” and that made me laugh. (Thanks guys!!)

And somehow I really do believe that when you are with someone you end up missing them more. Because you totally are reminded about WHAT you have been, and what you ARE missing.

So here I am missing everyone and everything, and not stepping outside my bubble. (unhealthy I suppose.)

Vic sent me an email “Words Women should live by” – I didn’t like most of the list, but number 8 on the list really struck out to me:

8. I know I’m in my own little world, but it’s ok. They know me here.

A very reflective depressing post requires a major dance break. “I’m Walking on Sunshine” By Katrina and the Waves!

Dancing away my sorrows,
Stacy

I can’t believe it’s June!

Dear Readers,

Life is just wheezing by so fast, days collapse into weeks, weeks collapse into months, and then you realise that you have just hit the half year mark.

Shoot! I missed Mitchell’s birthday! I’m the lousiest person in the world! Bargh! Happy Belated Mitchell!

I’ve been busy with Grace’s visit, and lots of random stories to input, but the French Open Final is starting in 8 minutes so I have to get ready to cheer for Federer!

Goooo Roger!!
Write soon,
Stacy

Squash is awesome

Dear Readers,

It was pouring rain today, so my regular 4pm tennis session was cancelled. And instead…I played SQUASH! Today marks my first day of playing Squash!!

HURRAY!! I LOVE SQUASH!!! It is now my favourite sport!! (besides dancing of course, is dancing a sport?)
It is super easy to learn, and my instructor told me that I am “Intermediate” level. AFTER ONE DAY. ITS SO FABULOUS! And I can even serve and ACE! I love serving!!!!

I can completely understand why they named the sport, “Squash”. I think the person who named the sport, is the same person who named the card game “Slap!”

Squash is really…squashy.  – in terms of space, and in terms of getting squashed. I was running into the walls, dodging the rubber ball, dodging my instructor’s raquet.

Anyhoo, I absolutely love the sport, and will play more often.

Three cheers for Squash!

YAY!
Stacy