Badminton

Exams suck. I hate the part where friends are suddenly just gone. It's like spm, but a paper per day, with lots of breaks in between. Normal people would go home after each paper. So it feels like a long time living away from my classmates already.

Well I'm not 100% away from humans. I have badminton.

So there's the college badminton peeps, there's the Moon's 25 y o badminton gang, there's training, and there's ex dj team.

It's addiction. Coach's doing a good job solving my doubts. If you give me multishuttle, you'd know, my front shots are much better than back shots. Don't know why. But then that doesn't meant I have good footwork. I was never sure about myself.

He taught me how to raise the hitting point, and to practice that at home. He taught me a way to do front footwork without doubts. This way, I can definitely practice the footwork at my park, and hitting point with the old badminton bag I found. :3

As a female player, I'm always bored. Sometimes I want to classmates to play with me. They're so willing to learn, but I have no clue about how to teach them. Having basics training helps 100%. Like he's not just teaching me, he's teaching me how to teach a beginner.

My head is filled with badminton these days. I mean. It's the only thing that's in my life rn besides exam and a bit of music. What to do?

I'm so so glad to not be sick anymore, I can play without feeling needing to stop. Like usual! Yay. I mean hey how can anyone get tired of badminton? They all must be sick. Feeling fucking fantastic, when I fix my swings, let's see what I can do. Let's see how much time I need so I can beat Voon. 😎😎 Maybe by that time, wood can look at me a different way. He used to think I have no room for improvement. I'd improve, in your face.