Skip to main content

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?

Popular posts from this blog

Maid Side-Kick

I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore.

There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me.

For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media.

Since we were more like partners in crime, I f…

Grilled Salmon With Unagi Sauce

I always disagree with people who say that they are lazy to cook, it's too hard, no time, too difficult, easier to eat out....etc. I can't agree because I have found multiple ways to cook simple, cheap meals without causing too much of a ruckus to my schedule. All it takes is a little bit of planning ahead and research. And a sense of humor when it turns put it

Anyway, here's one simple one that ANYONE (kids included) can cook up. Seriously simple and easy.

I love salmon but my kids don't like the smell and texture. But that doesn't mean that I can't go out to the market and spend RM11 on ONE single piece of salmon fish and make MYSELF one, right? Kids can have the overnight pizza. :-)
This is fresh from the oh man! I LOVE IT!!
Wash it properly, de-bone the thing if you want to but I just left everything the way it is and just covered the fish with some of the following:-

Yup, salt, pepper and McCormick's season-all powder…

It's The Hormones Slinging All Over Ryan Gosling

Every time I do this, you know I'm PMS-ing. I am usually quite sane and well-behaved. I promise you this. But..... After watching The Notebook, I am fully convinced that Ryan Gosling is not a man. He's sex. Pure sex. And love, of course. I knew that.I love Ryan Gosling whether he looks like he just woke up on an island....ESPECIALLY when he's half-naked!!!!I love him even if he's kissing someone other than me (who he SHOULD be kissing)I love him even when he's got literally no hair.I love him eventhough without the beard thing, he looks like a schoolboy still growing out his pubic hair.I love Ryan Gosling to the core and then you tell me one other thing to make me fall in love with him even more! I feel signs of a mild heart attack already!He plays the piano. He sings. And he sings to KIDS for Halloween!I come we good women who are only sometimes a teeny weeny bit (and I mean really tiny bit) bitchy never get one of these? What?! We DO …