I’m hooked. What can I say? In a Lost, Desperate Housewives kind of way, local drama Realiti is top on my list of recommended let’s-vege-in-front-of-TV-on-Sunday programs. It’s brilliantly shot, well-acted and has a pretty interesting storyline (wanna know who writes for Realiti? It’s Dzof (for a couple of episodes) and also Ng Ping Ho (who happens to also be the Director of the series.
Futsal night ended in a bit of misery (and lots of pain thrown in for good measure!) on Wednesday night. Just a minute after scoring a goal, while in pursuit of the ball in possession of my Spanish opponent, my left ankle got caught in an awkward position when I changed direction. Heard some unpleasant crackling and popping before I fell to the ground. I laid down grabbing my left leg, stunned for a minute or two. The rest of the playing gang surrounded me, thinking I had leg cramps initially. Needless to say, the pain was excruciating. Ankle swelled up as big as a fist.
I hardly caught any sleep before I had to get up at 5.30am, on a day which usually involves recuperative sleep at the start of the weekend. It was a mad, mad rush the night before to get everything settled – stocking up on supplies, collecting my digicam from Stan, dropping of J’s car at my parents’, packing everything into my spanking new Vertikal backpack. Phew. Exhausting!
Not someone who would stay at home and rot, I joined race partner Stanley for rock-climbing at Camp 5, One Utama last Friday. I have always been intrigued about scaling walls and rock, although I am shit scared of heights. I live on the 17th floor and you will not find me lingering on the balcony for long.
I distinctly remember being absolutely quiet on my cable car ride in Langkawi. As the winds blew and the car rocked, my palms were completely soaked with sweat. To think that I would be naturally comfortable with heights with my 6-foot 1 inch frame. Hah. Life’s little surprises.
Strangely enough, the fear of heights did not prevail on my first ever attempt at rock-climbing. After signing up and collecting my harness and climbing shoes at the counter, Stanley gave me a brief on how to wear the harness before introducing me to the Boulder. A boulder is exactly what it is – a big, fat piece of rock, with a matted surface on the ground for safe landings. It’s a good place to start climbing, and to practise technique. I did a couple of tries, but not without some difficulty at first. Had to get use to getting a grip with my fingers, and also learning how to place my feet. And most importantly, to ‘step up’, as they called it.
Rock-climbing, is not about strength of your limbs, as I learned, it is all about technique. Hands are used primarily for balance, as your legs ‘step up’ to the next level.
Having succeeded in climbing the boulder several times, Stanley took me to the 10m lateral wall. He thought me how to secure the rope to my harness with proper knots, and showed me how belaying works. Stanley showed me basic safety procedures and I practiced tying the knots and securing the harness.
With some support, I went up. I got up three quarters of the way but my upper body and arms felt fatigued. Stan earlier thought me how I could ‘hang and relax’ with one arm and I used that to regain some strength. Stan urged me on, and I finally reached the apex.
I think I gave Stan a huge wedgie, as I came down, him supporting my rope. Hahah. I watched Stan as he did one climb, a quick one too. Experienced as he is, he told me it wasn’t the best of techniques he used, and somewhat cheated by using strength of his arms to pull himself up.
After resting for a couple of minutes, I went up again, this time smoother and quicker. My first ever climbing experience, and I was hooked from then on. I plan to come by every week and perhaps join as a member very soon. The adrenalin rush is addictive, and I like the fact that it is a huge challenge.
Time flies doesn’t it? It’s bloody 2006 already. I’ve lived 3.1 decades and counting. Bejeezuz. It’s scary, exciting, unflailingly unpredictable. Will I be rich? Will I be famous? Que sera sera. Eh?
2006 is as eccentric and psychedelic as I want it to be. That’s right. I claim rights to two-zero-zero-six. Or two-naught-naught-six. I declare it my year. To hell with everyone. To hell with logic and every rational thought conceivable. THIS IS MY YEAR.
And, my resolution is…
Waitaminnit! I need a resolution? I mean, it’s the new year. I need something to make me new. To be new. To be different from last year. To not do things I did last year. To do things I did not do last year. Hmm.
What the heck. Resolutions don’t work for me. You know why? I’d much prefer to declare it then do it. Right that very instant. I don’t need to remind myself – “Oh, you need to lose 5 kilos this year.” Or, “you need to stop smoking.” I’m already doing it. I have already done it.
So here goes. *Drum roll…*
My resolution is 300dpi! It was 150dpi last year. Not too blur, not too sharp. This year’s more focused. Sharper. To the very dot. Complete and total detail at 800% zoom view.
Hah! Take that.
Oh er… Happy New Year everyone! Have a splendid, fantastically funny, inhumanely prosperous and absolute butt-whipping 2006!
In the middle of attempting bad tackles and shooting from long range, I limped off the Sunway Extreme Park futsal field last night. In pain. Barely 15 minutes of sweat and toil. My infamous left leg again managed a powerful long distance goal before I gave it rest. My left foot has gained quite a reputation amongst the regulars I play with for being totally uncompromising when given a tad of space on the field. I am usually quite heavily marked. I’m not sure if it warrants such attention at all, but I love shooting at goal. Sometimes goalkeepers don’t see what’s coming. Fulfilling to say the least.
Lefteye, meet Rightfoot…
Back to the dreaded ankle story. It happened sometime last year when we first started playing regularly on Wednesday nights. All 15-20 of us. Mostly unfit. Heh. On the 2nd or 3rd week of playing, I twisted my left foot badly, no thanks to unsuitable shoes. Was using my Adidas Classics then. What a mistake that was. I slipped and had to limp off the pitch, ankle swelling. It has not been the same since. I’ve promised to go have it treated by a physio, but being the busy bee that I am usually, haven’t found the time to, except the one occasion I seeked traditional treatment in Paramount Garden. Fast forward 6 months and the ankle still suffers from pain if overstrained. Sometimes from merely standing too long.
My right ankle has started to ache and complain as well.
I had actually removed my boots yesterday after 15 minutes to call it a day. But as undying passion for ball and man’s competitive nature would have it, I was back on the pitch again, despite the pain in both ankles.
Took it easy but still managed a couple of long range goals, one as a goalkeeper! 😀 Totally satisfying!
I promise to seek professional help. For now, I’m banking on Counterpain and a couple of Futuro ankle braces to keep those ankles warm and supported.
“Sepet” is a very misleading title for a movie. Why? Because some people may think it’s a Malay movie and avoid it at all costs. Movies like “Gerak Khas: The Movie” does not help, not one bit. This was apparent when I had to explain to my colleagues that it is a Malaysian movie using everyday languages like English, Malay and Chinese. Malaysians being naturally multi-lingual can really relate to the movie, because the dialogue is very real. I think it’s quite brave of Yasmin to actually do this.
[UPDATE: (Yes, 16 years later)] You can watch Sepet for free on YouTube, until 5 June 2020. You can also have cast and crew such as Sharifah Amani, Ng Choo Seong, as well as producer Abang Odeng and more answer questions o the comments section throughout the week.