Tuesday, September 28, 2004
badminton blues
i aim to smash that most soughtafter shuttle cock. i will stop at nothing just to reach it.
my laterals will be faster, swifter, meaner. i shall move like the wind: fiercely rampaging against the clouds yet gracefully bending over difficult terrains.
the court is my battlefield. it is my territory. it is where i rest my back after a great clash against the enemy. i must protect it with my life.
my racquet is my bestfriend. he is my tool for murder. every smash or drop should go for the kill.
the soldier on the other side of the court should give me a good fight. but just like in any other war, i must do all means to rise above my foe.
in the end, i must win.
*****
With two good friends of mine: Ces and Jam.
Philcoa, 6:31 pm
(09/28/04)