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BAD badminton display

I very pai-seh (ashamed) to say that my father was a badminton coach. (I explain why I pai-seh later on) I also shy to say that my brother was one of the top few junior badminton players in the country and have exchanged smashes and drops with what’s the kid’s name again…..Morten Frost punya fella…the younger fella leh….cannot remember his name liao. Craps! I don’t dare to tell you that me and my sister also not too bad lah….at least I also part of the school’s badminton team. Badminton was a big part of life back then. Every other day or weekend sure visit one badminton court for training wan. My mother wash socks more than she washes plates and cups. And every time we come home from a session, she would shake her head sadly. A huge mountain of wet clothes drenched in sweat smell like cow-dung in the house! After a couple of years, my father thought that me and my sister are better off threatening and smashing the shit out of the boys in our school than to compete big time. Hence, he focused on my brother who went VERY FAR but because of career (the money-making one) and demands of the training sessions, he gave up. Can’t say whether he and my father were disappointed with that fact or not but it sure was a waste of effort and skill for me. My brother can ta-pow (send back home) me and my sister with his left hand lah, ok? Hence, when someone bullies me in the badminton courts, I threaten them, “You bully me lah, Smash me some more lah! Drop shot some more lah. Make me run lah! You wait and see. I bring my secret weapon and kick your backside into the next dimension”. Of course, the secret weapon was my brother lah. Hee hee hee…. So, it was damn heroic for me, after more than fifteen years of not even touching a badminton racquet to go for a badminton session with an ex-boyfriend-turned-good-friend yesterday. I tell you!!!!! Damn regret. How the hell one session of badminton gave me two bruised knees, a twisted wrist and one aching right butt is actually beyond me! (This is why I pai-seh). Not even halfway through the second DOUBLES game, I tumbled out. Ya REALLY….I really tumbled out!! You know Foo Kok Keong? Ya….like that! Except I wasn’t diving for the shuttlecock. It was more like I missed the shot, tripped over my own legs and then slid across the floor and landed with a big thud that brought the whole court to a halt! Everyone was looking who the stupid joker was. Ergh!!! I NEVER (used to….ahem!) miss a shot when it comes to badminton but last night, I lost count! Damn shame-shame to say that my past was nothing but sports….badminton, swimming and bowling was second nature to my siblings and I. My father is a sports freak and is a Karate teacher some more! We saw pictures of him karate-chopping wood, planks, bricks and all and were adequately impressed. Years later, he told us, “It’s stupid to hit anything hard with your head, kids. You see-lah, I break so many of those things that my head now goes-stun (works backwards) liao lor”. Ha ha ha….quite agree with the goes-stun thing and yes, pop, I promise not to break anything hard with my body parts, especially my head. If got, I get a hammer or a saw. I think that’s what they’re made for hor?
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