Glory days

Growing up,badminton was the only sport we played at home. Our dad was an avid badminton player. Every afternoon after work, he'd put on his white shorts and shirt and before Mom could say anything, he was out the door to play with his colleagues at his teaching place. So naturally, we took it up.

I remember when I was 10 and my sister was 12, we would play outside with the front gate as our net. My little brother who was 5 at the time would be our budak bola.

" Oi, pick up the shuttlecock for us and we'll let you play the next game" we would say, snickering .

And after 3 games, we' would still be playing and he's still the budak bola.
After being tired of getting bullied, he'd go inside and snitch on us.

Then we would realize that playing badminton without a budak bola is such a pain. The hitting part was fun but we hated to bend down and pick up the darned shuttlecock.

Lepas tu, mula la:

"Sape jatuhkan bulu tangkis ni, dia kena amik sendiri" ( even though it's at the opponent's side)
or better yet.
" Sape jatuhkan bola, dia bodo".

And after that , we would get annoyed with each other and quit playing all together.
But no worries, this will all be repeated the next day.

                                         

Good luck Malaysia! China is beatable. Give us back the glory of Thomas Cup '92 ( I heart Rashid Sidek at the time..kihkih)

p/s Shuttlecock..hmm..what a funny word.