May
20
2007
Had badminton today with few of my friends today, 3 players FFK(didn’t turn up), 1 of them has the initiative to find replacement for the game. I was waiting there at the court at 5pm, and I see no sign of familiar faces.
I started to get piss already, kinda fed up to organize game anymore. But that’s the only thing I can do here, to keep me feel alive. I don’t want to stay home and feel lonely. Badminton is the only thing that make me feel good here living in Australia, honestly.
It’s half past 5 and I finally saw CL sweating himself here. Lucky he turn up or else I really wanna whack him because he is the one who suggested to play today. I started to warm up with him playing singles.
My mood is already off and I forgot that I haven’t warm up my legs yet. While I was trying to hit the shuttlecock, a demon from beneath pulled my leg and sprained my ankle. Again, same spot, same leg, same old injury attacked my nerves again.
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